“You want this, big boy?” she purrs throatily as that stiff clit waves before my eyes. “Because it’s yours.”
And with that, the ecstasy truly begins.
16
Casey
The pleasure mounts. I feel myself about to come, but to my surprise, Pierce pulls away. What? Why? I ache with desire; I’m desperate to have him. But this man controls it all, and after one last lick at my clit, he pulls back and kisses my lips. I can taste myself on his breath, tangy, sweet and hungry at once.
My body is buzzing. I want him inside of me right now. I need it, and Pierce knows. Those blue eyes gleaming, he pushes me down so I’m on my hands and knees, big bottom swaying in front of him.
“Keep still,” he rasps, trailing his thick shaft through my pussy lips. Pre-cum spurts against my hole and I moan again, wriggling while trying to get him inside me.
After a few more moments of delicious torture, he slides his cock deep into my wetness. I’m instantly filled with pleasure. Oh god, he’s so big and I need this so bad. Tears come to my eyes as my hands grip helplessly at the coverlet, my pussy pounded so thoroughly.
“Yes,” is my delirious moan. “Yes, like that.”
And Mr. Lane knows exactly what I want. This time, the drill is hard and fast from the very beginning. He doesn’t spare me an inch as that huge cock sinks into me again and again.
“Yes!” I scream as the headboard knocks against the wall rhythmically. “Oh god, yes!”
Clearly, Pierce doesn’t care about his furniture because his thrusts grow more intense. A growl rises from deep within his throat, and I can sense rather than feel those huge ball sacks beginning to lift and tighten. With wide eyes, my head swings around and I stare at him, fumbling for words.
“Mr. Lane,” I squeal. “You promised to pull out. Pull out, pull out!”
But it’s too late because the big man’s eyes are closed and his head thrown back as incredible ecstasy rushes through that massive male form. With a roar, his big body tenses and then hot liquid pours into my pulsing pussy, filling it with spurt after spurt of virile baby batter.
“Pull out!” I squeal again. “Oh god, pull -!”
But my command’s broken off because now, the pleasure has overtaken me as well. My pussy spasms once, hard, squeezing down on that mighty cock before dissolving into hot tremors of indescribable pleasure. I scream his name, as my slick pink walls milk him dry of every drop of sperm.
“Ohhhh!” comes my involuntary cry. “Oh god!”
And Pierce just keeps pulsing, those big hands rough on my waist as gallons of semen pour into my sweetly hungry pussy. After it’s all over, he finally does what we agreed upon. The man pulls out, making me gasp as his ten inch club exits. A warm rush of sperm trails down my thigh, hot, wet and needy.
I close my eyes, still breathing hard and unable to move. Oh god, what have we done? We’d just talked about pulling out as birth control, and yet clearly, Pierce just unloaded a massive serving of sperm into my fertile pussy. And yet, I love it, every single part. I loved feeling his dick pulse and twitch in my cunt. I loved knowing that I caused the man to lose control. And I love it now, with his jism seeping from my sweetest hole.
But Pierce isn’t done yet. One big hand caresses my back and then slips down to stroke my swollen, dripping folds. Oh god, is this really happening? Because he doesn’t just play with my clit again. Instead, the man is literally scooping up his spilled sperm and pushing it back into my twat, like he wants me to get pregnant. This time, I straighten immediately, and turn to look at him with accusatory eyes.
“You were supposed to pull out,” I say in a tight voice.
But Pierce is absolutely cool and calm. He nods and then shrugs.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. You felt so good that I couldn’t stop. Next time,” he promises.
“There won’t be a next time!” I say furiously, my eyes teary. “You were supposed to pull out!”
The billionaire’s mouth twitches at the corner, but his look is contrite.
“I know,” comes his rumble of apology. “But sweetheart, I haven’t felt a pussy as tight as yours ever. I haven’t seen breasts so big and luscious, nor met a girl so responsive in years. I lost control,” he says simply, “and I promise I won’t do it again.”
I sniffle to myself, eyeing him warily, when Pierce raises three fingers in a salute.
“Scout’s Honor,” he says with a serious look. “I promise I’ll pull out next time.”
And with that, I dissolve into teary giggles. Because I should be angry, but the anger has already dissipated into a warm, glorious pleasure. This man makes me feel what I’ve never felt before, and the truth? I loved every second of what we did … and can’t wait for more, whether he pulls out or not.