“I promise… I’ll be nice,” I repeat, my insides burning as I feel his fingertips nearing my anus. He runs his index finger along the length of my crack, only then pressing it over my hole. I press my forehead against his shoulder as he slides his finger one inch in, using his other hand to flick my thong to the side. As he moves his finger in, he thrusts at the same time, his glans touching my labia and easily piercing me in a fraction of a second.

I claw at his back, my fingernails digging on his muscles as he starts his see-saw motion, his cock moving in and out of me with clockwork precision.

It’s always like this with him, it seems. I mean, just take a look at what happened; he knocked on my door and, just a few minutes after I saw him, he already has his cock buried to the hilt inside of me. We didn’t even get enough time to get to the bedroom! Not that we’ve fucked many times on a bed, actually—every other place seems to work fine for us.

My pussy pulsing as he fucks me, I consciously tighten it around his shaft, intensifying the pleasure tenfold. I only last a few seconds, and then I have to ease the pressure. Even so, it’s enough for me to let out one harsh scream, my throat already starting to complain. I really need to tone down on the screaming; after all, I make a living with my voice. It sounds fancy when I put it like that, doesn’t it? But I do have a lovely voice, just ask the dozens of guys I’ve made come over the phone, they’ll have a quick answer to that.

Even though I’m making a mental effort not to scream, I just can’t help it; one mighty thrust from him and here I go again, my mouth open wide as I roar, my vocal chords straining from the effort. He thrusts with the same strength once more, and I open my mouth to tell him not to stop—of course, all I manage to do is moan as if I have a 12-inch cock inside of me. Oh, right, I do have a 12-inch cock inside of me.

My fingernails dig deeper into his flesh as I come, the orgasm I had when I was on the phone with King Henry only feeling like a small appetizer right now. Nothing beats the real thing… At least with Arsen. With my loser ex Peter, I actually did a better job when I was by myself. But, of course, there’s nothing I can do with my fingers that will ever match what I’m feeling right now. Arsen’s cock is just magical, as silly as that may sound. As proof of that, I’m still screaming, my small apartment filled with the sound of my voice.

When I finally stop screaming, Arsen puts me down on the floor. The moment my feet reach stable ground I realize my legs are quivering, all muscles in my body still twitching and spasming as I reel from the second orgasm of the day. But I don’t need to fight this exhaustion, as a matter of fact, I can just use it in my favor.

I go down on my knees, my hands sliding down Arsen’s legs and meeting his pants and boxers, still hanging by his knees. I push them down to his ankles and he does the rest by kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his clothes. Arsen’s naked body finally in front of me, I lick my lips as I curl my fingers around his shaft, my hand immediately moving back and forth over his length.

My tongue darts out and I reach for his glans, circling it as I keep on stroking him. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel the scent of my pussy still lingering on his cock, and I picture it coming and going out of me like a piston. I lap at his tip incessantly, teasing him, and then go down the side of his shaft, tracing its length with just the tip of my tongue until I reach his balls. There, I suck one in, taking it inside of my mouth and twirling it around before I go back up. Once at the tip, I open my mouth wide and let his shaft roll over my lips and deep into my mouth.

When I feel my lips touching the skin at the base of his cock, I wrap them around his meaty flesh as hard as I can, slowly rolling back. I go over to his tip again, but I don’t let it out of my mouth; instead, I go down once more, repeating that coming and going motion over and over again, with slow deliberate movements. Only when he places his hands on top of my head do I pick up the pace, moving my head back and forth as fast as I can, deep moans rising from my throat and vibrating against his cock.

I caress his balls as I suck him, moving them around over the palm of my open hand. Then, satisfied with my quick pace, I grab his shaft again, the movement of my hand matching that of my mouth. Sucking and stroking, I drive him over the edge. I feel his cock pulsing inside of my mouth, pushing down on my tongue, and only then do I slow down. I roll back my lips, allowing his cock to pop out of my mouth while my hand keeps on working him.

My urges whipping at my brain, I go up to my feet, never letting go of his cock. I press my back against the wall, ready to let him take me again right there, but he just grabs my hand and steps back.

“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable. I want to try your mattress,” he says with a devious grin, pulling me down the hallway and into the living room. There he heads down the corridor to the left, instinctively going toward the only room with the door open. I step inside after him, my hand hitting the wall as I look for the light switch; I hit it, a cozy orange light filling my bedroom as he places both his hands on my waist and, with an almost too violent movement, throws me on top of the bed. My body bounces on the mattress and, before I can do anything, he climbs on top of me, his hands on my knees as he parts my legs. I lay back, panting as he grabs my thong and slides it down my legs, throwing it off somewhere.

Placing his open hand over my pussy, he slides one finger in, hooking it upward until he’s touching my G-spot. He starts rubbing it, pressing there until my back is arched and I’m sighing heavily.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Just wait until it’s not my finger inside of you, but something else…” He promises me, sliding one more finger inside of me. As he starts to move his two fingers in and out of my pussy, he presses his thumb over my clit, rubbing it with wide circles until my eyes are shut and I’m bunching up the sheets. With one masterful stroke he presses hard on my G-spot as he applies the same kind of pressure on my clit. I come in a heartbeat, my hands moving erratically over the sheets as a convulsion of pleasure takes over both my mind and body. I’m shaking and trembling, all of me descending into a feverish state as he takes his fingers out of my pussy.

I’m still coming when he presses his glans against my labia, feeding one inch of his cock into my pussy. Reacting unconsciously, I lace my legs behind his back and reel him in, forcing him inside at once. His cock sheathed in me to the hilt, I start thrusting erratically, lifting my ass up from the mattress as I force his cock in and out of my pussy.

It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for him to take the lead; my hips are no longer moving and I’m just laying back as he starts to thrust, his hips moving so fast that my brain starts to overheat. I claw at his back, scratching and clawing as I urge him to go even faster, even if that means leaving me in a catatonic state once we’re done. I don’t even care if I’m hurting him - all that I care about right now is that he fucks me as hard as humanly possible, using that gigantic cock of his to stretch my pussy wide and ruin me completely.

“Oh, God…” I moan, the blood in my veins starting to boil.

“God isn’t here right now, Ash,” he whispers into my ear, his pace never dropping. “But I am,” he concludes, burying his cock so deep into me that he just rips a scream out of my throat.

He pulls back out slowly, just to thrust with all his strength again. He does that over and over again—sliding out of me as slowly as possible, making me hold my breath, and then going back in harshly. It doesn’t take long for my eyes to be rolling in the

ir orbits, my muscles tensing up as electricity pools in them. I’m like a bomb about to go off, and there’s no disarming me. With each thrust of his I can feel the clock ticking down - until it finally reaches zero.

A numbness blankets my mind as I come, but this time I don’t moan or scream. I try to, but the only sound that my throat produces is a weak groan. My muscles twitch as if I’m being electrocuted, adrenaline coursing through me as it mixes with a batch of endorphins—a pure cocktail of sinful decadence.

I collapse on top of the mattress, mentally and physically exhausted. Arsen gives me a break, pulling his cock out of me… But, of course, what he has in mind isn’t really a break: he starts kissing my neck, his lips tracing a downward line toward my breasts. He kisses the curve of my tits, lingering for a few seconds on each of my nipples, and then continues its descent toward the valley between my thighs. His kisses make my skin buzz and, the closer he gets to my pussy, the more my body starts to awaken from its stupor. When he finally reaches his target he starts by gently kissing my groins, taking his time as I recover from that mind numbing orgasm.

His lips go over every single inch of my inner thighs, carefully caressing my skin before he finally dives in: parting his lips, he fits them around my clit and sucks it in, circling it with his tongue at the same time. Feeling as if pleasure itself was stabbing me in the spine, I thrust, pressing my pussy against his mouth; he responds by opening it wide, placing it over my labia and sucking on my folds.

Feeling my lungs and heart about to explode, I try to calm myself and breathe deeply, but that’s an almost impossible task. The more I try to do it, the more furiously he starts to lick me, his mouth completely ravaging me. As he starts to slide his tongue past my labia and into my pussy, he presses his forearm across my waist and his thumb over my clit, massaging it. Even though even my soul is burning, I can’t fight the urges that beg my mind for more: I sway my hips back and forth and from side to side, rubbing my mouth against his face as I start to succumb again.

For the millionth time today, I come. I bury my fingers in his hair and keep him in place as I thrust as hard as I can, my pussy pressed tight against his mouth. I let the waves of pleasure crash against my soul, rapture enveloping me. Right now I’m on cloud nine, just on the corner of the seventh heaven: if ecstasy has an address, this has to be it.

As he slowly pulls back, I know that I won’t be able to keep this going for much longer. For the first time since we started fucking, I literally feel on the verge of truly collapsing. Like with most drugs, I guess I can also OD on Arsen’s cock—which, to be honest, doesn’t really sound like a bad thing.

Even so, I don’t want to give up. My body might be shutting down, but my mind will push through. So I do what I have to. I roll on the bed, going on all fours as I feel his eyes going straight to my ass. Getting up in a hurry, he gets out of the bed and grabs me by the waist, pulling me back so that my knees are on the edge of the mattress; standing up, he positions himself behind me, running two fingers over the length of my pussy before pressing his body against mine. I feel the outline of his abs with my ass, but I don’t have the time to focus on them; in just another second he has his cock between my thighs, my labia parting as he pushes it in. I arch my back as he slowly eases himself in, that sweet thickness of his straining against my insides.

“Fuck me, Arsen…” I beg. “As hard as you can.” I can’t even believe I’m saying this. I can barely hold the position I’m in, let alone survive the fucking I begged for. But, oh well… If I can’t survive it, at least that’ll be a nice way to go. Oh, okay, I know, I know… Sometimes I get too dramatic. But what do you want? I just can’t help but act over the top whenever Arsen is concerned. I mean, who would have thought that I’d do all the crazy things I’ve done with him? Never once in my life did I believe I’d have a sex life like this. For God’s sake, with him to come three times is just a standard affair! This is what fantasies are made of. And if you’re jealous of me, well, that’s something that I can understand. But Arsen Hawke is mine, and I’m not really inclined to share. Sorry.

And yes, I said it: Arsen Hawke is mine. And I love him. I admit it, and I accept it. Still, it’s not easy… Even though I know how I feel toward him, there’s still one problem, and that problem is King Henry. My mystery king. As much as I try to do it, I simply can’t push him out of my mind. The man has sunk his hooks into me, and I have no idea how to take them off.

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