Seven Soulmates

Dear god, please just let me cum again!

I had never wanted to cum so badly in my entire life. His hand was leaving stinging streaks of fire across my ass while his cock made me want to beg for more. I was stuck between torment and bliss in a world I didn’t understand how to navigate. I felt my body just sinking into a pleasure-fueled abyss. The pressure built inside. I ignored everything but it. I focused on it. I let the rest of my thoughts and concerns fade away. I siphoned the pleasure into my entire body and then I started to scream when the orgasm seized me. My muscles clenched and surged with a burst of electric thrill-soaked bliss. His hand finally came to a stop and he pulled his fingers from my ass.

“See, that wasn’t so bad was it?” He chuckled and pulled his cock out of my pussy before crawling off of the bed.

“You’re a monster!” I lifted my head and felt my muscles tight where he had held me down.

“If you can’t handle a good hard fuck, then you can’t be my soulmate.” He walked around to the front of the bed.

“How have you not cum yet?” I looked at his rock hard cock protruding from his pelvis.

“It takes me a long time to cum, baby.” He smiled and put a hand under my chin. “Like I said, I like to fuck all night long. Now open wide, you need to get me nice and wet before I fuck your asshole.”

I didn’t even have time to think about it. I opened my mouth to speak and he shoved his cock across my lips. It went deep into my mouth and into my throat before I could even try to swallow him. I could taste my own lust on my tongue. Ethan had never done that to me before. I had kissed him after he went down on me, but that was nothing like having a cock covered in my own fluid shoved directly down my throat. Miguel wasn’t kidding when he said he had no limits. His depravity was beyond anything I knew could exist. I thought Ethan was a dominant lover with dark tendencies, but I quickly found out that he wasn’t nearly as dark as Miguel.

“Suck it like your ass depends on it—because it does.” Miguel grabbed my hair and drove his dick deep in my throat again.

I should have hated Miguel for his cruelty, but I found myself strangely attracted to it. It was similar to the way I got turned on when I thought back to the way Ethan spanked me the first time. I started to massage his cock with my tongue, saturating him with my saliva. I felt him start to throb and he tried to pull away, but I wrapped my arms around his back. I squeezed as hard as I could and held him there while I continued to move my lips up and down his cock. He tried to push against my forehead, but even when he moved, I held on. He nearly dragged me off the bed before I finally felt the first drop of pre-cum on my tongue. I picked the pace, held on for dear life, and then felt him start to erupt in my mouth.

“Fuck! I wasn’t ready to cum yet!” He let out a loud groan followed by a grunt.

He gave up trying to fight once his orgasm took hold of him. I took his seed into my throat and started swallowing it. I made him cum, and judging by the way his body practically folded in half, I made him cum hard. I felt his grip release and he just sank into me as he shot sticky wads into my throat. I held him there until every drop was gone and then he pulled back, letting his cock drop across my lips for one final lick so that it was completely clean before he was gone. He took a step back and looked at me with a stare of confusion etched on his face.

“Holy shit. You’re a bigger monster than I am. I was going to enjoy filling your asshole with that.” He exhaled sharply and shook his head.

“Are you saying you didn’t enjoy it?” I tilted my head and licked my lips.

“No, I definitely did.” He sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Well, I’ll tell you what.” I rolled onto my back and spread my legs. “Put that filthy mouth of yours to work and if you do a good job, I’ll let you have my ass.”

“Any woman that takes all of that and still has the nerve to boss me around has to be my soulmate.” Miguel lifted my legs and sank between my thighs with a smile.

The power dynamic shifted once Miguel erupted with his pent up bliss. His tongue was glorious and he put just as much effort into making my clitoris hum as he did when he fucked me. I might have enjoyed his barbarism for a little bit, but I needed a little tenderness before I gave in to more. One thing was fairly certain—I wasn’t going back to Ethan when the date was over. Miguel planned to keep me there with him until we had nothing left in either of us but exhaustion. I stretched out on the bed and let him work his magic, feeling calm inside me for a bit before I finally started to feel the pressure again.

“That feels good.” I ran my fingers across the back of his shaved head. “See, you can be nice to me, too.”

He didn’t respond, but his tongue continued to work on my pussy. He slipped a finger underneath my ass and started to probe me again when he felt me getting close to an orgasm. I lifted up to give him access. I might not have been entirely sure about letting him fuck me in the ass, but I had promised it to him in return for what he was doing. As the minutes ticked by and my pleasure picked up, I decided it was going to be worth it. After all he had done to me, my body was like a rocket ready to carry me into orbit again. He pushed two fingers deep when my orgasm started and my body bounced on them when the point of no return came.

“Oh god...” I felt my mouth open so wide my jaw popped from the sheer bliss flowing them my body.

His fingers made me orgasm stronger than it normally was when I succumbed to oral stimula

tion. Everything seemed to fade away for a moment and the world just became a kaleidoscope of color. I writhed on the bed while my pussy spasmed and his fingers moved inside my ass. When the orgasm was finally done, I was practically on fire with the heat boiling between us. I didn’t have to ask what was next. He crawled up my chest and his hard cock slammed into my throat. It engorged with his lust quickly and as soon as it was lubricated, he pulled it from my mouth and rolled me over on the bed.

“Now this ass is mine.” He pulled my hips until I felt his cock pressing on my asshole.

“You earned it.” I put my head down against the blanket and prepared for what I expected to be a very painful experience.

Miguel started to push his cock in, but he went slow. I half expected him to ram it from glans to balls in one thrust like he did when he forced his way into my pussy and my mouth. Thankfully, he did show some restraint. He pushed a couple of inches into me and let it stay there while my ass stretched to accommodate his girth. He went a little deeper once I had adjusted and the pain made my head spin. I gripped the quilt with my hands and wrapped it around my fists while I struggled to endure what I had promised him. I spent nearly ten minutes in agony, being sodomized by his cock before he finally got it all the way in. He left it there, jammed inside me as deep as it would go, while my body twitched.

“It’ll get easier once I get some momentum going.” He squeezed my hips and slowly started to withdraw. “At least, that is what they say.”

“Do they say that about the first time?” I grimaced and bit down on my hand.

“I don’t know. I’ve never been anyone’s first.” He pulled his cock until the glans was at the entrance of my ass and started driving it into me again.

I kept biting my hand as the thrusts got faster. It didn’t feel good, but it was no longer agonizing. My ass adjusted to his size and it was not as awful as I expected. After he picked up speed to the point that I could hear his body slapping against me when he drove himself all the way in, the pain subsided. It started to be replaced by something else. It wasn’t true pleasure, but it was no longer agony. I could feel the vibrations from his cock in my pussy, and it made my body tingle. After some more time passed, the pleasure got more intense and I started to moan. I let go of the grip I had on the quilt and started pushing my ass back against his thrusts, trying to keep the pleasure going.