Feeling my lungs and heart about to explode, I try to calm myself and breathe deeply, but that’s an almost impossible task. The more I try to do it, the more furiously he starts to lick me, his mouth completely ravaging me. As he starts to slide his tongue past my lips and into my pussy, he presses his forearm across my waist and his thumb over my clit, massaging it. Even though my soul is burning, I can’t fight the urges that beg my mind for more: I sway my hips back and forth and from side to side, rubbing my pussy against his face as I start to succumb again.
For the millionth time since I entered his apartment, I come - I bury my fingers on his hair and keep him in place as I thrust as hard as I can, my pussy pressed tight against his mouth. I let the waves of pleasure crash against my soul, rapture enveloping me.
“OH, FUCK,” I scream at the top of my lungs, my mind completely demolished. I didn’t even know I could have this many orgasms. I mean, how many of them can I have? Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that surrendering my body to Malcolm would be this amazing. He knows how to work my body with the mastery of a man experienced beyond his years and, right now, I can call myself the luckiest woman in the world.
And do you know what the luckiest woman in the world needs right now? She needs more.
Turning around on the mattress so that I’m liying flat on my stomach, I then push myself up with my arms, positioning myself on all fours. I sway my hips, wiggling my ass as an invitation, and then look back at him over my shoulder.
“Well?” I ask him, biting down on my lower lip. “Don’t tell me you’re tired already,” I tease him, and he just throws me a coy grin and, grabbing his shaft, kneels behind me and presses his tip against my pussy.
“I never get tired when you’re around,” he says and, with a smirk, thrusts. As his cock strains against my inner walls on its way in, a violent scream climbs up my throat and explodes in my mouth, waves of ecstasy riding through me as Malcolm starts to fuck me viciously.
I lose all notion of time as he thrusts, 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 Malcolm 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 hole. 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.
“Malcolm…” I moan, the way his name feels on my tongue like a perfect aphrodisiac. “Harder! Harder…! HARDER!” 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 inner lips 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 turn around on the bed again so that I can look at him and I realize that his whole body has turned rigid, his muscles becoming as hard as concrete. I look at him, see him with eyes closed and gritted teeth, and get ready to finish the job – I sit up on the bed and reach for his cock, gripping tightly with one hand. Taking a deep breath, I start flicking my wrist as hard as I can, stroking him hard and doing my best to push him over the edge.
It happens fast.
His cock starts to spasm and a thought crosses my mind – moving fast, I lean forward and 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 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. Thick 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.
“Beautiful,” 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 his cum with him. It’s crazy, and it’s absolutely naughty – and I love every second of it. I mean, how couldn’t I? What we’re doing is dirty and kinky but, on the other hand, it’s just so intimate.
When our kiss finally 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.
“I love you, Malcolm,” I find myself saying, my voice just a whisper. Oh, I’m so in over my head right now.
Oh God. It just dawns on me.
How fucked am I?
17
Athena
The cold air of New York’s night wraps itself around me, caressing my skin with its cold embrace and my mind with whispers of doubt.
I snuck out of Malcolm’s apartment as he slept, doing it just like a thief afraid of getting caught. I simply couldn’t remain there. Lying by his side, I remained wide awake as he fell into a deep sleep. I stared at the ceiling for God knows how long, just hearing the beating of my own heart and Malcolm’s soft breathing.
And then… I just couldn’t take it anymore.
I pushed the sheets back and, moving as silently as I could, I slid out of the bed and got dressed in the darkness of his bedroom. I left on tiptoes, careful not to wake him, and glanced one last time at him before I left the room. The sheet covered half of his body, hiding his cock from sight but allowing me a glimpse of his rock hard abs, his chest softly rising and falling as he breathed.
I can’t even start to tell you how hard it was to leave then. I was just seconds away from taking my dress off and crawling under the sheets once again. I bit on my lower lip as memories of everything we did flood my mind but, somehow, I find the necessary courage to do what I have to do. And so I turned on my heels and left, silent as a mouse. Why? Because I’m a fraud.