by Abby Angel
And then he yanks me up to him, lifting my ass up in the air so that only me head and shoulders are on the bed. I feel his fingers back in my pussy and it makes me scream. Fuck he's saying that this round won't be long, and I realize, this feels amazing but he's edging me just at the precipice of orgasm. The pleasure extends so that I'm damn near tortured with pleasure. One of his hands squeezes on one of my nipples and I cry out his name.
His eyes flick to mine and I see him smile.
"You like when I say your name," I pant.
"I like how you can barely say it when I'm fucking you," David says, a playful tone in his voice driving me wild.
That's right, I can barely say his name because he makes me feel so fucking good all I can really do is moan. But, fuck, I'm happy to try saying his name because that's all my mouth wants to do is cry out.
My eyes roll back in my head and I'm groaning, struggling to keep my eyes open so I can look in his eyes. He's watching me while he goes after my pussy like a madman. My body is trembling, my legs wrapping around him while I contort in pleasure. I'm so wet it is dripping down my thighs and when his fingers slide into me, the room is full of the scent of my pussy and the wet sound of his fingers sliding in and out of me.
"Fuck, you get so fucking wet for me, Christina." David growls against my pussy and the vibrations make me shiver. He pumps his fingers into me while his tongue makes my clit his personal playground.
I ball my fists against the sheets and ache to hold onto something, get some ounce of control because he's making me totally lose it. If he wasn't holding me, I would collapse like jelly onto the bed. I'm so wet I feel like I'd be nothing more than a puddle. I dig my fingers into the sheets more, desperately grasping for purchase. I inhale the deepest breaths I can.
David's tongue flattens out over my clit and then he breathes what I like to think of as a warning call over my pussy, because then his tongue flicks at my clit for one second and he sucks the whole thing in again. I'm swollen and sensitive as fuck down there and I have to hold back a scream.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I protest. I want to come, and the way he's working me over, I almost can.
Almost.
This is what he meant by taking longer with this second session and my second orgasm.
His hands grip my ass and hold me against his face like he's sucking the life out of me. I'm shaking against him, and that movement only strengthens the sensations rolling through my body. I feel the heat pool in my belly and spread through my clit and my pussy. My toes curl, dangling down because of how David has my ass elevated while he eats my pussy.
David's fingers slide in and out of my slippery wet pussy, the pumping slower now, but tantalizingly so. He adds another finger and my swollen pussy is overfull. He's goddamn torturing me, and it feels so good. Every slide of his fingers into me makes me squeeze my eyes shut and when he slides them out of my pussy, my eyes open and attempt to confront him. Mostly they roll back in my head and I whimper with need.
What a way to go. Because I'm going to die with how his tongue is flattening and teasing around my clit. David has dialed back the focus on my clit, moved to my g-spot, and dialed up the intensity. The only conclusion is that I am going to die from needing to come. From being so close to coming. But my dirty stepson is going to keep me just on the edge. I start beating my fists against the bed, needing some kind of relief from this pressure.
"Now don't throw a fit, Christina. It doesn't help your case," David says, laughing against my pussy and making me sigh loudly.
I bring my hands to his face and shove him back to my clit. He wants to tease. I want to come. He has no problem with me shoving him there and he pulls me back so that we're at the headboard now, and one of his hands loops up to help support my back and sit me up. Fuck, he wants me to ride his face. I steady my hands over the bed. Inhaling, I attempt to regain control of my limbs to really ride his face. David is going to make me come, and all over his face, just like he promised.
I roll my body, running my pussy over his face, and he's the perfect seat. His tongue works me over and his hand, wet from my pussy, rubs cum all over my nipples. His touch is electric and my nipples are tingling from his fingers. I like that my cum and his fingers are all over them. When he squeezes my breasts in big, possessive handfuls, I have to lean my hands flat against the wall and take a deep breath. I am trying to regain some ounce of my composure, but the way that my pussy angles when I lean forward? I'm drowning him, for sure, and the way his nose is pressing against me even seals the deal. I'm shaking around him and he's working me over. I look down at the smug look on his face.
"I'm coming!" I scream it out and I don't give a fuck that I’m screaming this loud enough for the people in nearby rooms to hear me. My body is writhing all around him and he pulls me back down against the bed and pumps his fingers into me again and his face laps up all the cum gushing from me. It is a lot. I feel like my head is erupting and my whole body is turning to liquid. I'm so wet, and coming so hard. "David!" I cry out his name when the waves start to subside and I would collapse if I wasn't already lying down.
David slides his cock into my pussy while I'm still trembling from that second orgasm. My whole trembling body is wrapped up in him, his legs entwining with mine, his arms closing over mine. The hard wall of his chest pressing into my breasts. I feel small, tiny, underneath this powerful man scooping me up. I'm shaking all around him, still wet and trembling, and he's filling me up and stretching me with his cock. My body is getting used to the feel of him. I think my body is made to take his cock, the way he feels inside me. I imagine that he's sunk exactly into the spot where he belongs in me. I run my hands up and down his powerful back, holding him to me even though we couldn't be more together. I feel like I can't touch him enough. Fuck, him sliding into me like this is exactly what I needed. His mouth is on my neck now, his lips driving me crazier with every kiss and nibble. He licks me and I think about how wickedly good that tongue is.
He trails up to kiss my mouth and I taste us together on his lips. My cum, his lips — we taste perfect together. My back arches beneath him and he gathers my wrists up and presses them over my head, and starts pumping into me. Long strokes. He's almost completely pulling out of me and sliding back in I'm on fire with his every touch. I moan into his mouth, sure to explode from my desire. How can he fuck me so well that an orgasm never has time to plummet? I just keep flying in total ecstasy. The intensity of the orgasms and the continued pleasure give me my own second wind of strength and I work my hips up. He's strong and he's on top of me, but I can fuck him while he fucks me. Our bodies are wet, smacking together, and his long strokes become deep ones, and now he's not leaving me to pump those strokes. David lets go of my wrists still over my head and grabs my ankles pulling them up. He's ramming his cock so deep into me now I cry out and my legs quake. He's hitting every damn inch of my pleasure and then some. My eyes are rolling back in my head, and my mouth goes slack. He trails down and licks my nipples, capturing the sweat sheen surrounding me and my cum he rubbed all over them earlier. Capturing my nipple in his teeth, he makes me arch up into his mouth and scream out.
"You going to come again for me, Christina? Guess you just need another good fuck," he groans over my captured nipple.
I try to answer but my mouth opens and all that comes out are moans.
"That's right," David says smugly.
Well, he's got a right to be smug. I'm shaking around him like I'm butt-naked in a snowstorm, another wave of orgasm tearing through my body. His cock goes from rock hard to titanium and diamond hard inside me, and he slams into the hilt. His hands go up to my neck and he wraps his fingers around me just enough to make us orgasm together in one very heady, dizzying moment. David's cock empties a huge load of his cum inside me, and my shaking pussy squeezes and milks every drop out. The rest of me is shaking uncontrollably, but my pussy is going to squeeze him for dear life so he knows just how hard I'm coming. His hands release my neck and he
rolls me over so that I'm on top of him. I'm sitting up now and I lie down on top of him, curling against him. His arms wrap around me and I breathe him in. His dripping cock and my sopping pussy stay interlocked as long as I'm awake and I'm utterly spent. I don't know exactly when, but I totally fall asleep right there in my stepson’s arms. The way they feel wrapped around me is as heavenly as his huge cock still buried in my pussy.
When I wake up, who knows how long later, David is asleep. I don't realize it at first, but when I do, I am mesmerized by how calm he is. The way he’s breathing in and out seems like such a change from the rabid pussy monster and fucking demon that was fucking me earlier. I don't want to bother him.
His cock is still in me and when I slide a little to the side it rolls out of me, and I moan a little at the exit. It makes me tremble. After that last workout with David, surely I thought my body could calm down, but I'm pouting. Pouting because now I want him back in me. Right now though I just want to curl up against him, but I can't help but look at his face while he's unguarded and asleep. I feel a yawn of all things coming on so I start to pull away from him for just a second and he pulls me back against him. I feel dumb—yawns are basically silent but, like, I didn't want to disturb him. And then he pulls me against him and I fucking melt. Like, he's asleep and his reaction is to pull me against him. David doesn't strike me as the always-a-cuddler type. Maybe this is my ego but I think he knows it's me. I can't help but do something silly, and I lean forward and kiss his cheek.
"Christina," he whispers my name. I can tell he's tired, too, but that was my name he just said.
My heart flutters for a moment and I curl back up against him. I decide to catch some more sleep because I need my energy for how I'm going to fuck him when he and I both wake up. We need our rest because I'm going to give my stepson the ride of his life.
"Let's get your sticky ass into the shower."
I wake to a playful David squeezing my ass.
"No funny business, sir, I'm all about being clean and pure," I offer back with a stretch. Really though, I want to get him back in this bed and I want to ride him. He's been all in charge and I'm sure that's what he's used to. I'm not complaining. But I want to get on top of him and make him come hard because of how he fucked me. I gotta return the favor. This man drains all the cum out of me like he's trying to commit death by orgasm. I laugh at the thought.
"I thought you said no funny business?" David says. "What're you laughing at, Christina?"
When he says my name, my face heats, thinking about how he said it while he was sleeping. "Oh, just thinking about how you're trying to murder me with orgasms. I figure I'd return the favor," I say and watch him raise an eyebrow at that. "After the shower. Gotta get clean before we get dirty."
"I think I like the sound of that," David says, wrapping his hand around mine and leading me to the shower. His hand feels good in mine. Even this simple little act, after how he cuddled me to him and said my name in his sleep, has my head spinning. Whirling full of possibilities.
I think showering is going to be more difficult than I thought. Now that I consider that I'm looking at his wet naked body and thinking about all the things that I want to do to him. A body like his is made for everything naughty. We step under the water and I'm struggling to think about things like washing my hair when I'm thinking about how I wanna drop to my knees and suck his cock. For a moment I think maybe he can wash my hair and I can focus on sucking his cock, but I push away the thought. Down girl, I tell my lady parts. First, we bathe. Then we get filthy.
I remember my earlier plans to tease him while I lather up my hair. I turn away from him both to step away from the water while I wash my hair and to not look at him so that I can focus. I don't think I can stand the idea of both riding his cock and teasing him. I become a big ol' softie with a rock hard cock inside of me, who would've thought it?
David leans forward to grab a bottle and his cock brushes against my ass. Oh, that so wasn't a coincidence or an accident. I bite my lip and resist the urge to wiggle my ass on his cock. His hand slips down and just about touches my pussy and then he grabs something else.
Here I am thinking about not teasing him, and he's doing exactly that. Still, I'm fucking loving it. I'm not raising the stakes here; I'm looking to return the favor. No one has ever made my body feel the things that his body has done to mine. If there is a book on how to please Christina, then David wrote it. Fuck, my whole body feels less tense than it ever has in my life. I step back to rinse my hair and he's already got the shower head angled for me and his fingers are running through my hair. How very helpful. See? Not the man that needs teasing. He deserves to be pleased. I'm going to ride his cock until I have to bow out from exhaustion. We soap up and wordlessly wash ourselves, but something passes between us. It's more than just knowing we're about to fuck. The current of electricity between us is definitely one of lust because of that, but something more is in the air and I don't know quite what. I remember what David said about me trying to escape and I think to myself, no, I'm not hiding out here. I'm not ordering him around. I just feel...found when I'm with him.
When we step out of the shower, the cold air gives me instant chills. David hands me a towel, and I watch him dry off and then wrap the towel around his waist. How can such a sexy man be this up close and personal with me right now? I want to tear off that towel and lick every inch of his body. In fact, it doesn't sound like such a bad idea. I reach out and pull his towel off, letting my own drop to the floor. I wrap my hand around his cock and start to stroke him in my fist. He's rock hard and giving me a grin that has me instantly sticky with arousal between my thighs. Fuck, how can a smile make my pussy so wet? That smile is a great ride and an amazing sight. Licking my lips, I watch his eyes follow my tongue. I part my lips slightly and watch that look of anticipation play out on his ruggedly handsome features.
David pulls my hand off his cock and picks me up. I yelp and wrap my legs around him. He carries me back to the bedroom and back to the bed. He sits me on the edge of the bed and I reach out for his cock. Stroking the shaft, I put just the head in my mouth and suck, looking at him when my wet mouth closes over his cock. I watch for how he reacts as I slide him deeper into my mouth until I'm taking all of him. I bob my head back and forth, sucking his cock fast. His hands gather up my hair into a ponytail handle and he presses my head in time with how I'm sucking him. I know how he likes to fuck my face, so I start to work him faster and bring my hands to cup his balls. His breathing goes ragged and I feel his hands squeeze around my hair more as he starts to pump my head over his cock more. I love when he takes charge. I like that David doesn't think I'm fragile. He fucks me like I'm unbreakable and when I'm with him, that's exactly how I feel. I want him to come, but he has other ideas. I feel his balls loading up and how steel hard his rod gets in my mouth, but he pulls his cock out of my mouth and releases my hair.
I start to regain my normal breathing rhythm, my heart racing.
"Not so fast, I was promised a ride," David explains.
I point to the headboard and he goes and sits against it. I climb aboard and slide down on his dick, slowly, watching his face as I take every inch of his cock.
"You like that monster in your pussy, don't you Christina?"
I suck in my lips and nod, starting to ride him.
His hands wrap around my hips. "Your tight pussy wraps around me so good," David groans.
"I thought that pussy was yours, David," I say, biting my lip and bouncing on his cock hard and fast as I can. I feel the pressure building in me, that sharp, tingling sensation of his huge cock smacking up so deep in me, to the hilt. I'm moaning loudly before he can answer. I could barely groan that sentence out.
"That is my pussy," David says, his hands reaching down and cupping my ass. I'm already bouncing hard on him and his hands trail back up to my hips and start slamming me down on him, hard.
I'm screaming. He's fucking me hard. Deep. I work my hips, rolling against h
im and making sure he fucks just right and deep into me that I'm shaking around him. I put my palms flat against the wall and I balance myself to keep up with how hard he's pounding me. I squeeze my inner walls around him and pull his hands up to grab my breasts. He is getting a ride, no matter how good him slamming into me feels. I'm taking charge of this before I come. I feel how rock hard and close to coming he is, and I want to make sure that I ride him there. I slow the pace and drop myself up and down his cock almost completely emptying my pussy before I drive down for him to fill me up. I see the sweat on both our bodies and now we are both so, so close. I bite my lip and work up the speed, driving us both to the edge of insane. "Fill this pussy up with cum and show me how much you own it," I moan. I pull his hands off my breasts and hold them up against the wall. I shove my tits in his face and his tongue is all over them and I'm fucking falling apart all around him.
"Fuck, Christina, you are too goddamn hot. I'm gonna fill your pussy up with so much cum," David groans and bites my nipple. We both ride a wave, his cock spurting a huge load of cum inside me and my pussy milking it out while I gush out my own cum. We're so wet with cum it's like we never dried off. I pull my legs tighter against him and hold him in, savoring every last inch of his cock as I'm shaking on top of him. I'm squeezing his hands so tightly it almost hurts and I release when I start to feel the waves subside. His hands pull me closer to him and his face is on my neck in the spot where he always goes. I think I want a tattoo there. It isn't just my pussy, my ass, my mouth that's his. I want that part of me claimed, too, where I can see when I look in the mirror. When he isn't there, I want to see him there. I wrap my arms around him. He slides his cock out of me and I groan with his exit, shaking around him.
"We may need to shower again," David laughs.
