I lap at his tip with my tongue, hungrily running it in circles, but I don’t linger there. I open my mouth as wide as I can and, craning my neck again, run my lips down his glans until all of it slides into my mouth. As I suck the tip of his cock eagerly, he places both his hands on my head and tangles his fingers in my hair; keeping me in place, he slowly slides his shaft down my mouth, and he does it until the tip of his cock is pressed tight against the back of my throat. My mouth is open so wide that my jaw already hurts from the effort, but the way it feels to be so completely filled by him… Oh, it makes it all so worth it.
“That’s it, love,” he whispers, sliding his cock out and then back in, rocking his hips in a crescendo of movement. “Your mouth feels fucking amazing…” he continues to whisper, thrusting so hard that I’m no longer sucking or licking; I’m just frozen in place as he fucks my tight mouth. “Fuck,” he groans suddenly, and I feel his cock pulsing against the roof of my mouth. He stops thrusting at once, and then slides his cock back until it pops out of my mouth with a wet sound. I hear his hard breathing, and then I feel him bending over me; his fingers are behind my head, working on his knot, and then he finally pulls the tie out.
My eyes narrow into slits as the light in the room bombards me, but the first thing I look at is his hard cock; there’s pre-cum glistening on its tip, and it’s pulsing with a violent eagerness for more.
“Fuck me, Connor. As hard as you can,” I tell him, my mind quivering as he crawls down to between my thighs, a wicked grin on his face.
“As hard as I can?” he asks me, looking into my eyes as a fire rages behind his. “Are you sure you can take it, love?”
“More than sure,” I respond, licking my lips as I part my legs, inviting him in. Still grinning, he leans into me, pressing his stomach over my own as he angles his cock straight at my pussy. He grabs his shaft with one hand and, pushing it down, rubs the tip of his cock up and down my inner lips; I tremble as I feel his member on me and, reacting by instinct, I cross my legs behind his lower back and reel him in. He doesn’t resist, instead, he accompanies the movement of my legs by thrusting hard.
“OH, GOD!” I scream at the top of my lungs, his thickness pushing against my inner walls and stretching me wide. It doesn’t matter how many times we fuck, I just can’t get used to a cock as big as his. Oh, make no mistake, I’m not complaining here, in fact, it’s just the opposite: every time we fuck, I get to feel his cock as if it’s the first time we’re together. It’s a true miracle of sex, if you ask me.
As he thrusts, he leans further into me, pressing his body on mine, and kisses me. I close my eyes and surrender to the way his lips feel on mine, our tongues dancing and fighting as the rhythm of his hips grow into a maddening frenzy. He’s moving so fast that everything in me is burning, and that includes my soul. His thickness moves in and out at a hard pace, straining against my inner walls and hitting that sweet spot every time it goes deep inside of me.
With my legs locked on his back, I urge him to go even faster even though I’m not sure if I can take it. But I do it anyway, and Connor responds by thrusting so hard that I can’t help but scream until my throat turns raw.
“Untie me, untie me,” I beg him, the sound of my voice raspy and urgent. I’m straining against the ties hard, but all he does is look at me with a wicked grin.
“I will… But you’ll have to be nice,” he teases me, and then reaches with one hand for the bedpost and undoes both knots. The moment I feel my arms free from bindings, I place both my hands on his back and dig my fingernails into his skin so hard I might draw blood and leave a mark. At the same time, I start nibbling at his neck, pulling his skin between my teeth perhaps too harshly; he doesn’t seem to care, though, and he keeps on thrusting until I fe
el on the verge of exploding.
He’s fucking me so hard that I wouldn’t be surprised if the bed breaks and we fall straight onto the floor. But that doesn’t happen; what happens is that I come, a mighty explosion going off inside of my head. I close my eyes as my brain goes thermonuclear, my blood grows radioactive, and my pussy tightens so much around Connor’s cock that I might just break it in half.
When the rush of endorphins finally starts to fade away, I collapse on top of the mattress completely exhausted. There are beads of sweat on my forehead, and my chest is rising and falling at an urgent pace. I don’t even know how many times I’ve came, all I know is that Connor’s far from being done.
He slides his cock out of me and, hooking his fingers on my hips, rolls to the side and pulls me up into him. I go after him, parting my legs and straddling him. We lock eyes and the same smile dances on both of our lips; we’re completely in sync. I go for his cock, curl my fingers around it and lift my hips up. I tease him, rubbing his glans against my drenched folds, but I don’t have his willpower; I last just a few seconds, and then I ease down, impaling myself on his thickness.
I scream again as he bucks his hips at me, burying his cock so deep inside my pussy that my G-spot seems like it’s on fire. And then he does it again, and again, and again. I should be the one riding him, but he doesn’t stop thrusting, completely destroying me. He’s fucking me so hard that the concept of time becomes meaningless, all of my existence focused on how amazing it feels to have him inside of me.
“Oh, fuck, fuck,” I curse under my breath as my insides start to scream, pleasure clawing and biting at my nerve endings. I come again, a wave of ecstasy washing over me before I can even prepare myself for it. I’m not one to curse, but I just can’t help myself right now. Besides, I’m way off my ol’ straight and narrow path, so a little cursing isn’t going to hurt, right? Fuckin’ right.
As I come down from the umpteenth orgasm of the day, I grit my teeth and start to rock my hips against him; at the same time, I lean into him and bury my fingernails into his chest. This time he keeps still, allowing me to take the lead and ride him into the badlands of pleasure. And that’s exactly what I do: my body sways slowly at first, but it doesn’t take long for the rhythm of my hips to turn into something so furious I’m actually surprised I’m capable of doing it. I do it until my muscles feel heavy, my lungs on the verge of collapsing and, just like that, I come again. Christ, I don’t think I've ever came this many times during a single day. How am I still conscious?
“I’m… exhausted…” I whisper between breaths, rolling to the side as his cock pops out of me. “But… I… want… more…” I add, commanding my muscles to work together as I go on all fours and wiggle my ass from side to side, summoning Connor.
“That’s my girl,” he says as he goes to his knees, positioning himself behind me. “You make me proud,” he continues as he grabs me by the hips and places his cock against my pussy. This time, there’s no waiting period; he thrusts in one sudden and violent movement, driving his cock so deep inside of me I’m actually surprised he hasn’t cut me in half.
He keeps thrusting until my mind has melted away, all thoughts inside my head just a scattered collection of my lustful imagination. I don’t even feel the passage of time; all I feel is my pussy tightening around his cock, electricity raging through my body as my muscles spasm again. I hiss, my throat feeling sore from the effort, and I close my eyes as this last orgasm chokes whatever rationality still lives in me.
“Take me…” I whisper, breathing so hard I might just pass out. “All of me,” I add, and he knows just what I want. He pulls his cock out and, grabbing it with one hand, slides it up and places it between my ass cheeks, its tip pressing on my asshole. Oh, God, I can’t believe we’re doing this.
I grit my teeth as he moves in at a patient pace, pushing his glans against my ass. His shaft follows after, straining against my insides and forcing a scream to claw up my throat. I open my mouth and let it out, my sore throat no longer complaining, or if it is, I don’t even feel it.
When Connor finally sheaths all of his twelve long inches inside of me, I’m burning so hot I might just burst into flames. And when he starts to thrust… Oh, sweet Lord, there’s a Heaven after all. This feels so fucking good you wouldn’t believe it. It hurts, it sure does, but it’s the sweetest kind of pain I have ever felt. I can’t even open my eyes right now. I’m lost in a Universe of pleasure, and it’s almost like I don’t even have a body. It’s my soul that’s feeling all this ecstasy.
“OH GOD! DON’T STOP! DON’T YOU STOP! DON’T… STOP!” I shout as loud as I can, the most intense orgasm I have ever felt in my entire life rising up to meet me. When it finally explodes it’s as if somebody has pulled the plug out of me. I collapse on top of the bed, his cock popping out of me harshly, and I lay there like I’m dead, except my limbs are flailing and I’m convulsing as if I’m having a seizure.
“Now that’s impressive,” I hear Connor’s amused voice as if it’s coming from the bottom of a well. Somehow, hearing him jolts me into life and I force myself to turn around and lie on my back. I open my eyes lazily, and he’s still on his knees, looking at me with hungry eyes.
“Now… Don’t stop,” I whisper, my words barely audible. “Stroke yourself for me… I want you to… I want you to come all over me, Connor,” I continue, a tired grin showing on my lips. He just grins at me and, curling his fingers around his cock, he starts to move his hand back and forth. I barely blink as I see him stroking himself, completely lost in a trance. And that’s when his cum hits me straight in the face.
The first strand of his seed jumps from his cock in a split second, splatters of cum going right between my eyes. I open my mouth and throw my head back, more thick ropes of it falling into my mouth and over my breasts. In less than a few seconds his warmness is covering my whole chest, and still he keeps coming. I don’t think he has ever came this much before, and it seems there’s still a whole lot more inside of him.
“Fuck,” he groans, gritting his teeth and still stroking himself. My face is completely covered in cum, and I don’t even want to think about the state my hair is in. I grab my breasts and, feeling them wet and slippery, start to rub them as I smear his juices all over me. “Oh, fuck,” he repeats, finally letting go of his cock as the final spurt of cum falls straight on my pussy.
He collapses by my side, lying on his back and closing his eyes as he tries to catch his breath. Grinning, I turn to him and, without even waiting, I press my cum-coated lips against his. His reaction is a fast one; he grabs me by the arm and pulls me into him, my chest pressed against his. The cum that’s covering me starts dripping down onto his body, but he doesn’t seem to care; instead, he pushes his tongue inside my mouth, scooping whatever cum I have there and pulling it into his mouth.