"That was amazing," I sigh as he slides his cock out of me. Pushing my hands against the floor, I realize that I’m completely covered in sweat, so much that my body has been imprinted on the floor. Running one hand through my sweat-soaked hair, I turn to Connor and crawl toward him. Once more, I place my hands on his chest and push him down to the floor.
Moving like a predatory feline, I climb on top of him and grab his cock. There’s nothing subtle or gentle about what I do next, but it’s not like it matters. I just raise my hips, angle my pussy, and then lower myself over his cock as hard as I can, impaling myself on his huge member. I do it so viciously that I wouldn’t be surprised if his cock simply broke me in half, a rift going from my pussy to my forehead. Thankfully, that doesn’t happen, and so I’m free to start riding him as hard as I possibly can.
Swaying my hips back and forth, I then stop and jump up and down his cock. I keep going like that for what seems like an eternity, going from riding his cock to simply jumping up and down over it. I feel thick beads of sweat dripping down my head, and their saltiness stings my eyes.
"You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met," Connor groans, stroking my face with the palm of his hand gently. I’m so surprised by the suddenness of his words that I slow down, my movements becoming kind and tender.
Still, I don’t stop moving; I keep on doing it until my inner walls close in around his cock, that pressure inside me becoming almost unbearable. This time I don’t even moan or scream, I just bend over and collapse on top of Connor’s chest, lying my head over his pectorals as the hundredth orgasm of the day consumes me whole.
"More... " I groan against his chest, pushing myself up to a sitting position.
"Are you sure?" he laughs tenderly, running one hand through my hair. "You seem pretty wasted."
"I’m never too wasted for this," I grin back at him, taking his cock out of my pussy. Instead of changing positions, though, I keep straddling him… I just reorient his cock to where I want it to be.
Pursing my lips the moment I feel the tip of his thick cock against my asshole, I then start pushing myself down. As his inches slide inside of me, slowly, I take deep breaths to endure the pain that’s shooting up my spine. As pleasurable as it is to have him inside my ass, it’s not an easy task; you can take that to the bank.
Still, the moment I have his whole cock inside of my ass, it feels as if I’m on Cloud 9. Right now, I’m in Heaven. Moving my hips carefully, I allow his cock to slide in and out of my ass, and I do it until I feel that my insides have grown accustomed to his size. Then I up the ante, jumping up and down over his cock and allowing him to stretch me wide.
"Fuck," he groans, his teeth gritted as he looks up at me. There’s an expression of pure bliss on his face, and that’s only normal; after all, if he enjoys my tight mouth and pussy, how could he not enjoy something even tighter?
I keep on riding him toward sweet oblivion, my brain and heart racing at a thousand miles per hour. I feel as if I’m stretching my sanity to its limits, but I can’t stop myself. Even if it kills me, I need to come one more time.
"As hard as you can… As hard as you can… As hard as you --" Connor shuts me up real quick, thrusting upward so fiercely that every single one of my nerve endings explodes. My eyes bulge in their sockets, and I think that my heart even stops for a couple of seconds. Right now, I’m not sure what’s happening with my body; my mind has checked out, and I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience, seeing it all unfold in the third person.
The most intense orgasm I've ever experienced takes over, a whirlwind of burning sensations climbing up my spine in a flash. Tumbling backwards, I allow his cock to pop out of me and I simply sprawl myself on the floor, my limbs flailing as I try to regain control of my body. Jesus, this is almost too much… I’m almost afraid of going insane. And no, I’m not being dramatic; just try cumming this many times, and this hard, and you’ll see what I’m talking about.
I open my mouth to say something, but I can’t even do that. I’ve reached my limits, and I’m not even sure if I can stand up right now. But, of course, there’s still something I want to do, and where there’s a will, there’s a way.
Pushing myself up to a sitting position, I then kneel in front of Connor. "Give me all you got…" I whisper, rubbing my breasts with the palm of my hands. "I want to be covered in cum, Connor … from head to toe," I continue, my heart somehow quickening its pace even more than before as I imagine the scene I’m describing.
"Ask --"
"And it shall be given," I finish his sentence for him, echoing his words from a long time ago. He grins as he hears me say it, and then he goes up to his feet. Standing up, he towers over me like a giant, his cock looking more like a ramming device than what something men are supposed to have. And to think I’ve had that thing inside every single one of my holes…
"Do it," I entice him as I keep on rubbing my breasts. He doesn’t wait a second longer and, curling his fingers around his cock, he starts stroking himself. His hands fly back and forth over his shaft, and I watch as his muscles seem to bulge under his skin, stretching it thin. His abs look like thick squares or marble, and every contour of his muscles seems to have been chiseled out of stone.
It doesn’t take him long; before I know it, thick strands of cum are sh
ooting out of his cock. They fly in an arch toward me, and I open my mouth by instinct; one of them lands straight on my mouth, but the others crash against my face and breasts. He keeps on cumming though, his hand still moving furiously over his cock.
I didn’t even know it was possible for a man to hold so much semen inside of him. I have no idea how long he keeps on cumming, but I can tell you that, by the time he’s finished, that there’s cum covering almost every single inch of my body.
"Perfect," I purr, smearing it all over my chest and covering my nipples in it. Using two fingers, I scoop up the cum dripping between my breasts, and I go up to my feet. Smiling at Connor, I part his lips with these fingers, and then slide them into his mouth. He sucks them dry, slowly, and then it’s his turn to do the same.
Much like I did, he uses two fingers to scoop up cum from my neck, and then he brings them up to my mouth. He doesn’t even need to part my lips; I just open my mouth and dive forward, taking his fingers into my mouth and sucking on them hard. When he finally takes them out of my mouth, we’re drawn to each other by animal magnetism.
Closing the distance between us, our mouths find each other and we start kissing in complete abandonment, our tongues wrestling over a layer of cum. I press my chest against his, feeling my whole body slippery, and I wrap my arms around him.
"I hope you’ll remember this… I hope you’ll remember me," he whispers, a pale sadness in his eyes, and then he strokes my cheek with the back of his hand. "Because I’ll never forget you."
"Neither will I, Connor … never."
Clarise
"Goodbye, Connor," I tell him, going on tiptoes and kissing his forehead. He looks at me, surprised that I’ve made my peace with him going back to Rome, and I crack a little smile.
"Will you be alright?" he asks me as he finishes buttoning up his shirt. "Tell me you’ll be alright."