But here’s the thing: I can’t think of fuck-all while he’s rubbing my clit like that except for how to please him and how to get more.
“I was eighteen,” I say, getting it out of the way as quickly as I can. “My boyfriend at the time—right after graduation—I told him I wanted him to fuck me, and he did. The end.”
“Did you orgasm?”
I laugh. “I was eighteen, Eric, not fucking stupid.”
“Good girl,” he says, and if he says anything more, I don’t hear it. With just a twitch of his thumb, he has me orgasming again. It’s even harder this time—so hard that my fucking ears pop.
When the orgasm subsides, Eric’s cock is rubbing up against my clit. I realize I’m straining my wrists against the cuffs and moaning against his lips.
“What’s your favorite thing about sex?” Eric asks me, and I know better than to try and fight him this time.
With Eric, it’s all about giving in. To pleasure. To the experience.
Bending to his stupid fucking macho billionaire will.
“The other person,” I whisper with every ounce of focus I have to spare. His cock is catching my clit with every thrust, teasing me with brief, sharp moments of sensation that leave me desperate for more. “The feel of them—their smell—their body against mine, oh my god, just like that, just like you’re doing now—”
Eric’s fingers twist into my hair as he positions his cock against my entrance and presses into me. My cunt is twitching wildly at that point, like it’s trying to swallow him up. It succeeds—because I take Eric’s gigantic, fat 12-inch dick more quickly and easily than I ever have before.
“Do you like that?” he asks, his voice strained and urgent.
“Yes,” I breathe back. “God, fuck yes, Eric. Fuck. The hell. Yes.”
He withdraws slightly, then thrusts deeper. The leather around my wrists is suddenly a problem—because something has shifted between us, something even bigger and heavier than Eric’s huge fucking cock—and I want nothing more than to hold him. To wrap my arms around his body and feel his muscles rippling as he feeds my pussy more and more of his enormous length.
He’s not just fucking me. He’s making love to me. He’s thrusting his huge, throbbing man meat in to my cunt with the utmost love and care, giving me exactly what I told him I wanted.
The feel of him. The smell of his neck as I trace the tip of my nose from his collar bone to his jaw. The impossible length of his cock as he penetrates me, driving himself deeper and deeper until, oh god, I’m coming again—
“ERIC!” I cry out, trashing against my bonds and sobbing against his shoulder. “ERIC! ERIC! ERIC!”
“Kara,” Eric growls through his teeth. “Fucking Christ—Kara! Kara! Kara!”
He releases a torrent of cum inside me. I can feel myself getting filled, then his cum leaking out, then being filled all over again.
I don’t think he’s ever going to stop coming. I think he could come inside me for forever.
In that moment, I think I want him to. I don’t want the orgasm to stop. I want this moment to last.
When he finally collapses on top of me, he doesn’t take his cock out. No, Eric’s massive dick stays nestled safely inside my cunt—exactly where I want it.
What he does do, though, is move his fingers to my wrists, uncuffing me so I can hold him. If it wasn’t for all the mind-blowing orgasms he’s just given me, I would say that there’s no sweeter release in the world…
But, well, you can’t really knock multiple orgasms, honestly.
Holding him feels pretty fucking good anyway.
I wrap my arms around his neck, holding onto him like I’m afraid that if I let go, he’ll leave.
I don’t know whether I want to cry, or scream, or just fuck him again. I mean, like, honestly…probably the last one, and maybe the other two at some other point in the night.
I want to tell him I love him, is the real thing. I want to tell him that I love him, that I’m falling in love with him and every moment I spend with him is like an orgasm without all the screaming and the pussy-throbbing…
But I can’t. I won’t. You don’t just spring that on a guy after sex, y’know?
That’s how you make a guy never want to see you again. And even if it wasn’t for the pageant, I kind of want to see this sexy hunk of a man between my legs every day for the rest of my life.