Hot Sugar

“Shit you’re beautiful,” is that raspy growl. “So, so gorgeous.”

And with that it’s on. His tongue is burrowing into my chamber once more, catching a flood of liquid on his lips. My walls ache and pulse around him even as I maintain the open position, juicing so heavy.

“Yes!” I scream again, boobies smashed flat against my knees. “Yes, yes!”

And Mr. Channing can’t take it. The taste of my cunt is magical and in two seconds, he’s behind me, dick out and ready to pound.

“Shit,” comes his raspy grunt. “Shit, I have to be in you Carrie.”

And as he spears me, I cry out, literally lifted off my feet. The billionaire’s fuckpole is so massive that I’m balancing on my tippytoes, trying to stay upright as he fucks me hard.

“Unnnh!” I cry out, pussy so stretched, stuck tight on that shaft. “Oh god.”

“Aw shit,” he rasps in back of me, big hands gripping my waist, keeping me tight to him. “Unnh, you’re so small.”

Mewling, we stand there, obscenely stuck together.

But it feels so good. This is what I want, even if it’s for the last time.

That giant cock drilling my insides, making me clench and spasm around him.

“Ohhh,” comes my helpless whisper, head dropping limply, hair almost brushing the ground. “Oh yessss.”

And slowly, oh so slowly, the billionaire pushes my hips forward as his pelvis draws back. But it’s no use. He’s too big and I’m too small. We’re stuck together, my cunt crammed full.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Fuck, I’ve gotta get us unstuck.”

One big hand snakes around my waist then, reaching down to caress my clit. He plays with it just the way I like, rubbing the bottom rhythmically before giving it a firm pinch.

“Unnnh!” I scream, head flying up, a flood rushing from my steamy folds. “Unnh!”

And that does the trick. Because the extra fluid loosens everything up and this time, Mr. Channing is able to pull back, sliding that big cock out before diving back in with a deep plunge.

“Umm!” comes my helpless shriek. “Umm, oh god!”

Because it feels so amazing to be fucked by the billionaire. It feels so good to be his plaything, his fuckdoll to be used any which way. I shouldn’t want it, but shamefully I do. Yes, he just humiliated me, making me bend over with my legs practically in the splits, cunt gaping open wide. But I loved it, and my body eats it up, absorbing each thrust, each pummel like the cumbucket I was born to be.

“Yes!” comes my helpless scream again. “Yes, yes!”

Mr. Channing’s got both his hands on my waist now, holding tight as he fucks me relentlessly.

“I knew you were a slut,” he rasps between the forceful thrusts. “I knew you were a slutty little hooker.”

I scream again.

Oh how the words hurt.

But how true they are as well.

“Yes! I’m your slutty hooker,” I scream in reply. “Yours always! Oh god!”

And the admission drives us both over the edge. Because my pussy goes wild, clamping and squeezing on his dick as Mr. Channing bursts. And I don’t mean bursting with a small splash here, a small splash there. Tonight his erection’s enormous and unstoppable, and it literally quakes in my cunt, twitching and jerking as he shatters.

“FUCK!” comes that commanding roar. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

Because holy shit, but semen’s been bubbling in his balls all night, like a gun waiting to fire. And it blasts with a vengeance now. Hot squirts spurt wildly in my insides, coating my vaginal channel, goopy, sticky, searing my secret space.

“Unnnh!” comes my answering scream as my pussy milks that jizz desperately, clamping and clenching again and again. “Unn, unnh!”

But it just won’t stop. The anticipation, the hours of circling one another during the banquet, and my desperate love shoot us to the next level. We’re glued together, my cunt squeezing his goodness, that giant ananconda making me its slave.

“Unnh!” I shriek ecstatically as orgasm rolls over me once more, threatening to tear me to pieces. “Oh god!”

And shit, but Mr. Channing just won’t stop. His thighs tense, ab muscles hard as rock, and he blasts again, depositing a second load of hot spunk inside.

“Fuck,” is his raspy gasp. “Aw shit, aw shit, aw shit.”

It just keeps going, one orgasm rolling into another as the billionaire makes me his. But that’s the thing. It shouldn’t be like this. It shouldn’t be so intense that my soul’s lifted and taken off, melding with his as we fly through space.

This is wrong.

This is foolish.

I’m going to get hurt.

But I’m already hurt, and this is my last chance with him. My last chance before we say goodbye, even if he doesn’t know it. So as the spasming slows, I cry out again, face drawn, loving this man desperately.

And Mr. Channing savors the moment as well.

“Aw fuck,” is his drawn-out groan. “Aw fuck fuck fuck.”