He gets me right at the pinnacle. I’m close to coming. I want to let go.
My body shakes like a tremor before an earthquake. Waves build. I scratch my fingernails down his back as the heat takes over.
“Oh, fuck! I’m going to come,” I scream, and my body stiffens before I shake with pleasure.
My body’s twisting and turning beneath Declan, writhing in the torment of a deep orgasm. And he doesn’t stop taking pictures of me.
I don’t know if this is something I want to be photographed. I only want to experience the plunge.
“Come all over my fucking cock,” Declan orders.
My body is out of control, and my heart races. I feel like I’ve just run a marathon. Declan has my body out of control, and I love it.
After I come hard, Declan pulls out of my pussy, taking a few more pictures of me lying on the studio bed.
“Bend over for me. I need to fuck you from behind,” Declan says.
I brush my long blonde hair back from my face. I don’t take my eyes off Declan. There’s something about this man that draws me closer to him with just a look.
“Okay. I need you!” I confess to him.
Adjusting my body to rest on my hands and knees, I look back over my shoulder at Declan. My bottom lip is between my teeth, and I cast him a seductive smile knowing he’ll capture it on camera.
Snap!
Another picture of me, this time from behind. He must have hundreds at this point.
I don’t know why he’s taking all of them, but I don’t complain. I don’t know if I could stop him.
He’s in control; not me. And besides, I like all the attention.
Declan positions his body behind mine, slapping his cock against my ass.
“You want this inside of you?” he asks.
I shake my head, still looking at Declan.
“Please. Fuck me. Please, Sir,” I whisper.
“That’s my girl. You remembered your manners. And now I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”
The head of Declan’s cock moves up and down my pussy lips. He is teasing me with his rock hard cock. My fingers grip the sheets on the bed to help me stay centered.
“I want it, Declan. I need you.”
“Then fucking take it all!” he growls, shoving his entire cock inside me.
“Oh shit!” I cry.
Twelve inches of cock spread my pussy wide open. My breath is taken away when he’s entirely inside me.
Dropping my head forward, my hair covers my face. Declan grips my hips as he slams deep inside my core. When he pushes in, I push back.
The impact can be heard through the entire room.
Our bodies slam together in a motion that’s in perfect sync. The sound of breathing, bodies colliding, and moans sends chills up and down my spine.
I love the way this man is making me fall for him.
I don’t even realize how, but do I want him to stop? No! Not a fucking chance.
We melt together as if our bodies were meant to be this way.
Tonight is different than the last time. I like the one-on-one attention I’m getting from Declan.
I feel like something deeper and more lasting is forming between us. That it goes beyond just lust.
“You love this fucking cock, don’t you?” Declan asks.
I scream. My body does love the way he makes me need him. He pulls back so the head of his shaft is all that remains inside me.
I want more, but I don’t say anything. I want to push back and feel him consume me once more, but I don’t.
Snap!
Snap!
He takes picture after picture of his cock barely inside of my pussy walls. He’s an incredible lover. Until tonight, I found him hard to read.
He’s intense and private. I thought I’d never see him again, but here he is making memories of me on film. He’s changed everything with each stroke of his massive cock inside me.
“Say you want it,” he says, putting the camera down at last.
“I do,” my voice is shaking as I say the words. “Please Declan, fuck me so hard.”
With that, he pushes into me from behind, and I grip the sheets as he fills me up. He goes in slow and then finds a rhythm.
God, the feel of this man’s muscle tearing apart my pussy is everything, and he just keeps going and going.
“Baby,” I say. “I can’t take it all in. It hurts.”
“Finger your clit for me Aurora. It’ll help.”
I do as he says and, much to my delight, spirals and waves of pleasure come over me with each stroke of my clit. It’s true. The sensations coming from my clit do something to ease the pain.
“Oh, yeah, it feels so fucking good,” I cry as he pummels my tight little hole. “I think I’m gonna come.”
“That’s it baby, just let it go. Come for Daddy.”