I take a deep breath, keeping my voice steady when I tell him, “Challenge: Accepted.”
And I swear on my autograph collection, the next thing I know, I see fucking stars.
Chapter 16
Curtis
“CHALLENGE: ACCEPTED,” I hear her reply, her voice calm, if not a little cautious, but that’s all the encouragement I need to lose myself in her depths.
I grip her firm, round ass in my hands, hovering her above my cock, just the head of me left inside her, and then I fuck up into her, just once at first, testing her reaction. And when I’m gifted with her cry of pleasure, I allow myself to let go of the reins of my control and give in to everything my instincts are demanding me to do.
I begin pounding up into her, rough but steady strokes, until she braces her hands on either side of my head, her face twisted in immeasurable ecstasy. Her lips are parted as she pants with each of my thrusts, and I glance down, watching her tits bounce as my cock slams into her. The view of her, from her messy hair down to her smooth thighs straddling my hips, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Never have I seen such a beautiful creature mounted above me, and I wonder for a split second how I got so lucky.
Her pussy grips me like a hot, wet fist, her juices soaking our connection, allowing my steel rod to slide easily with each lift of my hips. I can see my dick shine with slickness with every outward stroke before disappearing into her once again, and I remember the look of awe on her face when she looked at the place where our bodies were joined.
She’s my own little porn star, shameless in the way she calls out my name, undeniable, real pleasure taking over her every feature. There’s no way anyone could fake the concentration on her face, clearly set on working her way to a blissful finale as I fuck her. Plus, I believed her when she said she doesn’t fake it.
And I give her my all, pulling out all the stops, using my very best skills to impress her, because I’ve never wanted anything more in my goddamn life than to make this woman melt. To make her fall for me in a way where she can’t live without me. Can’t think of being with any man after me, because no one else will compare to what I give her this fateful perfect night.
Because no one else will ever compare to her.
She’s it for me.
This is the last pussy I ever want for the rest of my days.
That’s the last fleeting thought I have before my mind is taken over by my physical pleasure. Her fingers dig into my chest as I pound up into her, and I feel her glutes flex in my palms as she starts to mewl. She’s so close. Her breath hitches like it did right before she came in my mouth, and her expression turns almost scared, blissfully so.
I flip us quickly, keeping up my thrusts so she doesn’t lose her momentum. She was honest with me before, stating it was hard for her to come. And I’m sure most men would puff up their chests and think they were God’s gift with the skills to make it happen with the snap of their cocky fingers.
Me? Fuck that. I know orgasms aren’t just physical for a woman. If they aren’t in the right state of mind, if their thoughts are elsewhere, they can’t get off. If you don’t stroke them in just the right way, filling their mind with only what you’re doing to them, bringing the perfect pleasure that makes all other thoughts cease to exist, it won’t happen. And I’ll do anything it takes to help her find her release.
With her once again on her back beneath me, I scoop my left arm under her hips, lifting her at the perfect angle for her pussy to accept every inch of me. My other hand wraps under her back, my forearm between her shoulder blades and my palm circles the delicate nape of her neck. And in this position, we couldn’t be any closer, as my knees draw up, giving me more leverage as I pound into her, my grip around the back of her neck and around her hips keeping her perfectly steady to take all I have to give.
And finally, her body stiffens for a moment before she screams, “Oh, God! Yes. Yes, fuck!” But I keep going, not letting up on my thundering pace and deep plunges inside her pulsing pussy. I can give her even more than this. One isn’t enough. She deserves more. She deserves everything I can possibly provide her in these moments of pure bliss, when everyone and everything else in the whole world no longer exists. I will keep giving it to her until it’s a physical impossibility.