I lose all notion of time as he thrusts into me; my body burning as my mind slowly drowns. My rational mind vanishes into oblivion, and all that’s left behind the wheel are my primal and savage
urges.
I thrust back at Arsen, matching the movements of his hips. My ass cheeks slap his thighs, the sound of flesh on flesh driving me even more crazy. I’m sweating once more, pushing my body past all limits and forgetting about the exhaustion that is seeping from my muscles to my bones.
Gritting my teeth, I exhale sharply as he spreads my cheeks apart with his hands; he then runs his index finger over my crack, placing it against my anus. Slowly but steadily, he slides it in, a long moan tumbling out of my lips as I feel him go in. His whole finger inside of me, he starts to fuck me even more relentlessly; I’m not even moving anymore, I’m just there taking it in and trying not to pass out from all the pleasure.
“Arsen…” I moan, the way his name feels on my tongue like a perfect aphrodisiac. “Arsen…. Don’t stop! Don’t STOP!” I shout as loud as I can, my lungs hurting from the effort. I come violently, a shiver of ecstasy going up my spine as he stops moving, his cock deep inside of me.
My body still trembling, he pulls his cock out slowly, each inch that slides out between my labia making me tremble even more. The moment he lets go of me, I collapse on top of the mattress, seeing all black. I have to take a few deep breaths to steady myself, trying hard not to pass out. Who knew that obscene amounts of pleasure could make you pass out? I didn’t, but now that I do, I just can’t help but want to see how far I can go. I’m a woman who loves challenges, what else can I say?
Sitting up on the bed, I turn to Arsen and spread my legs, grabbing both my breasts as I look into his eyes.
“Don’t tell me you're already tired,” I tease him, pinching my right nipple between my thumb and index finger.
“You should know me better by now,” he shoots back, placing his hand on my knees and spreading my legs even further. Approaching me, he grabs his shaft and guides it home, immediately thrusting without even letting me prepare for it. It slides easily inside of me, my pussy already used to accommodating his thickness. Rocking his body against mine, we start fucking again, all my nerve endings crying with delight. Christ, Arsen has given me more pleasure in an hour than all other men combined during my whole life.
My hands go to his back, and I lower them over the curve of his buttocks. Grabbing his ass, I urge him to go faster, bucking my hips at him as he thrusts. He takes the hint quickly enough, his rhythm growing with each stroke. Leaning into me, he goes for my breasts, laying his mouth right between them as he keeps on fucking me, his lips move over the curve of my right breast and he wraps them around my nipple, sucking eagerly.
I throw my head back, an exhausted moan on my lips as I succumb to his body. If the human body didn’t have all these silly limitations, I’d want to remain here forever, Arsen’s cock deep inside me. I mean, is there anything better than this in the whole world? I really, really doubt it.
Letting go of my nipple, he takes his mouth to my neck, nibbling at the soft skin there, and then moves upward to my ear.
“I can’t get enough of this,” he whispers, his hands on my hips. “I could fuck you like this forever,” he continues, almost as if he could read my thoughts. I open my mouth to speak, but I can’t even do that; my vocal chords are spent, and my brain is in no condition to form a coherent sentence. Thankfully, this is no time for conversation. He grabs me by the hair and yanks my head back, thrusting with such strength that I can’t help but open my mouth and scream, my throat burning with the effort.
He’s ravaging me, fucking me without grace or mercy. Like a wild beast, he’s showing me what a real man can do with a woman’s body. I bury my fingernails on his back, gritting my teeth and preparing for the incoming storm. I already feel its roar inside of me, thunder and lightning looming on my mind’s horizon. This time, I’m truly not sure if I can withstand this—I mean, how many times have I come since I got here? Too many to count, I’m sure.
Every single muscle in my body tenses up, my nerve endings charged with electricity as I feel the fuse of pleasure burning up. Two heartbeats, one deep breath, and I just explode: all the tension in my body frees itself, a painful scream leaving my mouth as my brain turns into mush. This is way beyond anything I have ever experienced… And still he keeps thrusting. He fucks me as if tomorrow would never come, ignoring all my shouts of ecstasy - my throat is raw and hurting, but I just can’t help it.
Suddenly, he stops; his body turns rigid, his muscles becoming as hard as concrete. I look at him, see him with eyes closed and gritted teeth, and prepare for what’s to come—and I mean that pretty literally. His cock starts to spasm and a thought crosses my mind. With both hands on his chest, I push him to the side and, moving as quickly as I can, I go down on my knees and lean forward. I wrap my lips around his cock just in time, a torrent of cum filling my mouth at once. Cupping his balls as he comes, I stay in place while he empties his whole load inside of my mouth. His flavor is salty and raw, manly like everything in him.
He keeps cumming for what seems like forever, his cum gushing inside my mouth with no end in sight. I feel my mouth becoming full, but even then I don’t pull back; I remain still, strands of cum dripping down my lips and chin. It’s simply too much for me to hold it all in my mouth, and it keeps on coming. Thicks drops fall to my breasts, my chin covered in his semen… Only when I’m a wet mess does he finally stop, pulling his cock out of my mouth with an exhausted grin.
Proud of what I just did, I smile at him, opening my mouth and showing him his own cum.
“You look lovely like that,” he says, leaning forward. His lips touch mine and, before I even know what I’m doing, I’m pushing my tongue inside his mouth, opening my mouth wide and swapping cum with him. Remember when I told you that the kinkier the better? This was what I was talking about: never in my life did I think I’d find a man with whom I’d be doing this… And damn, it feels just so damn fine!
When our kiss ends, I open my eyes and lock them on his; I lick my lips wantonly, scooping whatever cum I can, and just swallow it. He looks at me as if he were entranced, the expression on his face one of pure delight.
When I’m done, I simply collapse on the mattress, spreading my legs and arms to the side, exhaustion suddenly filling every fiber of my being. And this time, there’s no fighting it; the moment I feel the softness of his sheets against my back, I close my eyes and I’m out.
What time is it? Oh God, I fell asleep in Arsen’s apartment. I look to my side and there he is, his naked body still pressed tight against mine, the warmness of his skin seeping through mine.
It pains me to leave him. I wouldn’t mind closing my eyes and going back to sleep, my naked body against his… But there’s a whisper inside my head: I’ve got work to do. "King Henry," my new client, is going to call me at noon, and I want to be home by the time I get the call. Oh, who am I kidding? It’s not even about work… I just want to talk with him again.
And so, with a perfect naked man lying by my side, I get up and get dressed. I could reschedule the call, I know that—but somehow there’s something inside of me that’s aching to hear that voice on the other end of the line. I leave the apartment on my tiptoes, wondering why the hell I'm caring so damn much about a man I’ve never even met.
Arsen
I don’t know why I’m so fucking excited to talk to Ashley when she was just here a couple of hours ago. But regardless of the fucking reason, I shower, shave, go work out, and get some food at the gym, and by the time I’m sitting down in front of my computer, I have nervous excitement going through me like I’m 16 and in high school all over again.
What the fuck is going on? I’m about to call a phone sex operator. Regardless of whether I had showered or shaved or whatever, she’d be looking to get me off. This is a sure fucking thing. It’s nothing to get excited about. It’s nothing to revolve my day around.
But that’s exactly what I’m fucking doing. You’re probably laughing at me right now. I seem like that fucking 40-year-old virgin if you ever saw the movie where Steve Carrell puts on the candles and shit before putting on the fucking porno so he could jack off. Hell, chances are Dad’s company produced that porno in the first place. And now I wonder how much the old man is turning over in his grave when he sees his only fucking son getting a fucking hard on getting ready to pay money to talk dirty with one of his own phone sex operators.
Jesus fucking Christ. I gotta calm the fuck own.
I turn on the computer at my desk and scan through my emails. There’s nothing major going on in the world of sex today that’s interfering with my trying to divest out of this shit. I pull up the research on the Morozov family of companies that I had asked Gerard to do. That man is worth his fucking weight in gold. Not only did breaking up the company into chunks to sell give us who Luca Giannoni was working for, but it gives me a chance to dig a bit deeper and see just who I’m selling to.