She tried to speak, to tell him how good he was and felt, but nothing came out of her but exceptional moans. The music of the room consisted of a squeaking bed and grunts from a man who collected sweat on his brow.
“Are you gonna come for me?” Ken held his cock within her, coaxing her to take the full extent of him and what he offered. “You gonna come on my cock, Lana?”
“Yes…” It was exquisite torture, feeling him pound her core until she grabbed the sheets and begged him to keep fucking her. “Fuck, yes!”
Her back arched when he resumed his thrusting. Sure enough, within ten more seconds of taking him any way he dictated, Lana came.
All she would remember later was the mattress digging against the back of her skull, the air stealing from her lungs, and this hard, greedy man claiming every little bit inside of her. Lana slammed one hand above her head and scratched at his shoulder with the other. Wherever she was, it was not on Earth. It wasn’t quite Heaven, either. Heaven implied that he was coming with her, cock contracting, spilling its contents into her while the man made primal noises in his throat. Ken did not do that. He held back, for whatever reason. He forced Lana to experience her climax all by herself, grunting, writhing, becoming a hedonistic demoness who was intent on taking this mortal man down with her.
It ended as quickly as it slapped her across the face. Lana exhaled a deep breath before accepting another kiss to her dried lips. The man still had plenty of vigor within him. What to do about that?
Fuck him again, of course.
The walls were down. Lana knew she could handle him. Better yet? He knew how far he could push her. Apparently he can push me quite far. Good for him. Ken had managed to get on top of her and give her a solid orgasm from his cock. (The kisses and the tit-squeezes helped as well.) Yet now he had unleashed her true nature – and Lana Losers did not stay beneath a man for very long.
“Whoa!” Ken soon found himself on his back, his erection now covered in Lana’s orgasm. How about another one? Her hair created a curtain around their faces when she kissed him and grinded her hips against his. Her stretched, aching hole begged her to find his cock again. She had been filled. Why wasn’t she still? “Damn, you’re sexy.”
“Not so bad yourself.” Lana could growl too. In fact, Ken had no idea how much of an animal she could transform into. Once she sat firmly in his lap, his cock spearing her very core, Lana ripped off her bra so she could properly enjoy gravity and what it did to a woman’s breasts when she was riding a bucking stallion.
Ken’s eyes whirled in increasing arousal. How was he not coming yet? Lana kept waiting for it, but he never came. Damn. How good was he at holding back? That good? Is he one of those guys who purposely delays orgasm when he jacks off? Bless those guys. When Lana was in the mood to ride cock, she was in the mood.
“I’m so happy that I’m inside of you right now.” The boyish laugh in his voice also implied as much. “If only you could see yourself right now.”
“I’ve got a good enough idea.” She could see her reflection in his eyes. No, not her full reflection. But she could tell that he thought her painfully beautiful sitting on his cock and pushing her hands against his chest. “You better come this time. I want to know what your cock feels like when it reaches the point of no return.”
“It feels great.”
Lana languidly stroked his shaft with her inner walls, squeezing him, tormenting him with an inner power most men didn’t know she had. Ken’s eyes found themselves closed, his mouth perpetually open and hands floating in the air. That’s right. I’m that good. Lana took him to the hilt and made herself as comfortable as possible. “You feel great.”
“Prove it.”
Oh, Lana would.
She threw herself into some otherworldly void that could not be penetrated by any outside force. Once she was in it, there was no going back. Men often spoke of the exact moment they knew an orgasm was unavoidable. Lana felt much the same way when it came to sex. Except her point of no return lasted as long as five minutes sometimes. I don’t want to leave this headspace. I don’t want to abandon nirvana. She had an amazing man trapped between her legs. Why the fuck would she leave that?