by Angel, Dark
"I love you..." I whisper in his ear, the words coming out of my lips like an old song that brings you back to those happy and forgotten moments of so long ago. "I love you so much...."
He pauses, and for a long second, all he does is look me in the eyes, his lips a thin line of serious contemplation.
"I love you too … never doubt it," he merely whispers as a reply, taking his hand off of my pussy and using it to hold my chin.
I take a deep breath, grab him by his shirt and pull him toward me, pressing my lips against his tightly, savoring every moment, all the exquisite pleasure contained in the body of the most perfect man I’ve ever seen. Ah, if only I had discovered before how good it is to surrender like this! How have I managed to survive this far without experiencing someone like Connor before?
He places both his hands on my chest and pushes me against the seat, my back hitting the leather. He kisses my neck again, lightly biting my skin while his hands slide down my chest, over my breasts and down to my waist, and... and as far as I want him to go, where I need to feel him. Slowly, his fingers bunch up the front of my dress and he flattens the palm of his hand between my thighs; staring into my eyes, he presses there while moving his hand in repetitive movements, caressing my pussy.
Suddenly he drops down in front of me, resting his knees on the floor. I swallow hard, my heart bursting with anticipation. Oh, I need this right now… I really do. I want him to undress completely, right now, and I want his cock to ravage me without waiting another second.
But first things first.
I put my hands on his head and he, with his long fingers, lifts up my dress enough for my thong to reveal itself. Without a moment’s hesitation, he grabs it firmly and yanks it, sending it down my legs in a hurry.
I lean my head back against the headrest and close my eyes, unable to keep them open, as if pleasure is weighing my eyelids down. Then I feel something… Something that almost takes me to the exponent of maddening pleasure in a second... The touch of his lips on my pussy. A warm touch, a gentle touch, a sweet embrace of his mouth on me; and then his tongue, jabbing at my insides in a steady but kind motion.
I never liked people who defined trivial acts of sex as magical and transcendent moments. After all, how could something as normal as the physical contact between two people be something magical? Sex is sex, nothing else. But now, with my pussy in the mouth of a man who snatched my heart, I realize I’ve always been lying to myself. His touch is magical to me, it’s transcendent, it’s all that I had never thought to exist. I wish for it to never end... I want to get lost in this moment forever.
I shiver as I feel him tracing the contour of my pussy with the tip of his tongue, teasing me relentlessly. Then, he just attacks; he devours me in an insane way, not caring if I moan, scream, or what have you.
"That’s so good..." I mutter, my fingers tangled in his hair. I’m grabbing it so tightly my knuckles have turned white, all my muscles are tensing up as I succumb to his mouth. Gritting my teeth, I manage to stop myself from screaming, my body shaking as I come violently. Even so, a throaty moan makes itself heard, bouncing off the walls of the limo.
My muscles are still twitching when he places one arm around my waist, his hand going down to between my legs and searching for my clit. The moment his fingers find it, all hell breaks loose inside of me. I come again, just seconds after my first orgasm, and this time I can’t help it; I throw my head back and scream at the top of my lungs.
"My turn," I find myself saying as I pull his head back from my pussy. Grabbing him by the hands, I force him to sit next to me and then I take his position on the floor, kneeling between his spread legs.
Reaching up, I grab him by the collar of his shirt, but I don’t even bother with unbuttoning it. No, I just pull it in opposite directions, making all the buttons pop out. If he can ruin my underwear, I have the right to ruin his shirts.
The moment his abs come into sight, I kiss his stomach gently, my tongue caressing the outline of marble wall. I look up and there he is, smiling with his eyes closed, savoring my lips on his skin. Opening his pants, I then grab his boxer briefs and pull them down in one single motion. Both his pants and boxer briefs go down to his knees, and his cock springs up, massive and inviting. My pussy burns hot at the sight of it and I lean in; I kiss the tip, parting my lips and licking it with slow deliberate circles. He moans as my lips engulf his tip, his warmness spreading to my lips. I savor him, his flavor more than proof that I'm entering the Holy Temple of Pleasure
With a slow motion my mouth goes forward, my lips sliding down his shaft. I feel his hips pressing forward and, when his whole cock is in my mouth, his hands touch my head, grabbing it with firmness. My tongue draws circles around his cock, and I bob my head gently, his hardness dancing inside of my mouth, alive with raw desire.
I drag my fingernails across his hips then, hard enough to draw blood, the way his cock’s completely filling my mouth and driving me crazy. I pull back from his cock then and, with cautious fingers, I grab his member, stroking it. Up and down my hands go, first gentle, then hard, hard, hard. I then grow wetter (as impossible as that may sound), imagining his cock inside of me. He pulls my hair, throwing my head back, and then grins at me.
"Come here," he commands me, and then pulls me up so that I’m sitting next to him. His mouth goes to my neck then, savage kisses and dangerous bites finding their way through my skin.
With a single yank he pulls my straps down my shoulders; growling like a wild animal, he pushes the dress down my body, leaving me only in my bra. Taking his hands straight to my shoulder blades, he unclasps my bra and takes it off as well, revealing my breasts. His lips come down on them like a hawk on its prey, engulfing on a hard rosy nipple. My fingers are on his back, fingernails digging deep into his skin.
Delicious punishment for all the pleasure he’s giving me.
While his tongue dances around one nipple, his fingers start caressing the other one. I no longer feel like a woman, but as a creature of myth, a nymph whose whole purpose is to seduce men like him and be fucked relentlessly.
Taking his shirt off, he presses his chest against mine, our thighs close and burning.
Please, please, please, my pussy seems to whisper. How I want him to --
As if he can read my thoughts, he lays me down on the seat and follows after me. Grabbing his cock with one hand, he angles it down so that its tip is pressed against my drenched folds. He holds it there for a long time, just staring into my eyes. Then, with a single motion he is inside of me.
His cock fills me, a single dose of mind-numbing ecstasy running through my veins, blue electricity dulling my thoughts and strengthening my senses. It’s war inside of me; my thoughts burn and explode, and I cry out in pleasure.
Heaven is real, I think as his hard cock slides between my pussy lips. I wrap my legs around his lower back, my body trying to devour his. I pant, I moan, I scream. As his cock dances inside of me, singing lust and desire, I suddenly realize that fucking with a man like Connor seems like what I was put on Earth for. And what a good purpose that is.
I am drunk with sex, oblivious to reason and to the world.
"Hard… As hard as you can," I whisper as I place my hands on his cheeks, feeling the perfect curve of his ass as I dig my fingers into it.
"You asked for it," he merely says, and then he unleashes hell upon my body. His hips start moving fast, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy at such a rhythm that fireworks start exploding behind my eyelids. Sometimes I wonder why I ask him to go this hard; I mean, this is almost too much for any woman… But I simply can’t help it, you know? In a way, the way he fucks is almost like a drug; you know it might destroy, but you feel irresistibly drawn to it.
"Don’t --" I start to say, but he’s fucking me so fast that I don’t manage to finish my sentence. Flames of pleasure lap at my body, and I arch my back as I feel lightning shoot up my spine. My pussy tightens up around his cock like a vice, and every single
muscle in my body seems to be twitching and spasming without rhyme or reason.
By the time he slides his cock out of me, I’m already covered in sweat. Amazing, huh? I was just lying on my back, being ravaged by him, but he still managed to push me to the limit. Well, it doesn’t matter, because I want to keep on pushing past whatever limitations I might have.
"We’re still far," I laugh, looking out the window as I sit up. "We still got time," I continue, pushing him down on the seat and climbing on top of him, my knees on either side of his waist.
"Don’t you want to save your energy until we get inside your bedroom?" he asks me playfully, but I can tell that he’s worried if I can endure a sex marathon. Ah, he should know better by now.
"What do you think?" I laugh, grabbing his cock and angling it so that its tip is against my drenched folds. "I can go all night long, Connor… And you better keep up," I throw at him, lowering myself in one sudden motion. His cock flies deep inside of me then, making my pussy feels as if it’s on fire.
"That’s what I wanted to hear," he laughs right back at me, grabbing my ass cheeks and thrusting upward. Even though I should be the one riding him, he’s the one in control of the whole action; he’s fucking me mercilessly, doing it in such a way that I doubt I’ll be able to walk in a straight line once the limo stops… But one problem at a time, right?
Slowly, I start swaying my body as well, trying to match the rhythm of his thrust. Which, trust me, isn’t easy. He’s such a freak of nature that keeping up with him is almost a miracle. Thankfully, Connor used to be a holy man, and that means that miracles aren’t out of reach.
Closing my eyes, I grit my teeth and let instinct take over. Soon enough, I’m jumping up and down on his cock as fast as I can, and he still keeps thrusting as I do it. It should've been impossible for us to be doing it like this but, well, we’re doing it. After all we’ve been through, I guess that we might just go ahead and tear ‘impossible’ out of our vocabulary.
"Keep going," he whispers at me, his voice reaching my ears as if it’s coming from the other side of the world. "Don’t stop, babe… Go all the way," he continues to say, spurring me on, and I do exactly what he’s telling me to do.
I ride him so hard that the inevitable happens; another orgasm crashes against my body, and that so fast and hard that all of my bones seem to be rattling inside their frame.
"Fuck…" I groan, realizing that I’ve already came God knows how many times, and we’re still a long way from home. I’m starting to have a few doubts; am I really going to survive a round two? Well, I can’t say for sure, but I sure as hell am willing to try. No guts, no glory.
"You’re not giving up on me, are you?" Connor asks me and, even though I still have my eyes closed, I know that there’s a wild grin on his lips.
"Never," I find myself saying.
"Good," he replies in that same tone of voice. Pushing me off him, he then sits up; grabbing me by the waist, he makes me go on all fours and then kneels behind me. "Are you sure you’re good for more?" he asks me again, and this time there’s genuine concern in his voice. I must look like a ruin now, for him to be asking me the same thing twice. But I don’t even have to think twice about the answer I want to give him.
"I’m always good for more," I say and, even though my voice is quivering, it's good enough for me. With both of his hands on my hips, he closes in on me, the tip of his cock right against my drenched folds.
"I could keep doing this forever," he whispers and, as he finishes his sentence, he simply rams his massive cock inside of me. But he doesn’t stop there—oh no. As he starts to thrust, hell bent on completely demolishing my pussy, he spreads my ass cheeks wide and then starts caressing my crack.
When one finger of his goes over my asshole, he then starts pressing down on it, sliding his whole finger inside me. I gasp as he does it, but there’s more to come; using his free hand, he takes it around my waist and presses down on my clit with two fingers.
Working on my pussy, ass, and clit at the same time, it’s only a matter of time until I explode. Finally, when he feels me on the verge of another orgasm, he slides his fingers out of me and gives me a break.
But not for long.
I’m screaming now, and I’m also moaning. God, I don’t even know which one I’m doing. I can’t see straight; I can’t hear a thing. This exact moment, the only thing my mind can process is the way Connor’s pummeling me, pushing me toward the edge of ecstasy. He does it relentlessly, almost as if he’s not a normal human being. He doesn’t tire, he doesn’t complain, he doesn’t let up; he simply keeps ramming his cock into me until I start forgetting who I really am.
"Oh, God… Again… I’m gonna… come again..." I moan, feeling everything in me burning up, from my toes to the tip of my hair. He grabs a handful of my hair and, pulling on it, forces my head back as he buries his mouth against my neck, softly biting there as he thrusts his hips harder at me.
"Oh my God…" I find myself saying, those flames of pleasure that lick at my muscles turning into a raging storm that makes me shudder and pant. "More." More? I don’t know why I’ve said it; I don’t know if I’m physically capable of enduring more pleasure, but it seems that desire has taken over me. I’m no longer in control. And now that I’ve said it, there’s no going back.
Connor growls at me and, grabbing me by the waist, he keeps me on all fours as he prepares himself for the final minutes of this round. Oh, yeah, the final moments; soon enough we’re going to be home.
Massaging my ass cheeks, he slides one hand between my legs and rubs his fingers from my clit to my ass, and then resumes his thrusting motion again. I press my forehead against the headrest, sweat trickling down my back, as his cock parts my folds and lodges itself deep inside me once more. I jut my ass back and start swaying my hips slightly, moving them from side to side as I rock my body against him at the same time.
He presses into me with all his weight, and I can feel his hard breathing against my neck.
"I love you, Connor…" I find myself repeating, knowing in my heart that no man has ever made me feel like this. And no, I’m not talking about the sex only. There’s that, of course, but it goes way deeper than just our bodies.
"I love you too, Clarise," he whispers against my neck, pushing his cock so deep into me that I wouldn’t be surprised if my body broke in half. And what do I do? I push back against him, jutting my ass even more, and he responds by grabbing both my breasts hard, squeezing them against each other. He plays with my nipples by pressing them between his fingers, rubbing and pulling them, and pleasure starts dripping from my breasts to my whole body.
I’m moaning so hard I’m surprised my throat isn’t sore already. God, there’s nothing better than letting it all out like this
"Fuck, I want this every day for the rest of my life," Connor groans, and then he slaps my ass hard as he bends over and starts breathing hard against my neck; his hands go to my waist and, holding me in place, he starts fucking me like he's never done before, thrusting his hips into me so fiercely that my whole body is burning up. I didn’t even know until now that a person could move as fast as he’s moving.
My moans turn into screams and, before I even have the time to realize what’s happening, fireworks are already going off in my mind. I’m coming, each stroke of his cock making my mind splinter into a million shards of pleasure. And, God, it couldn’t be any more perfect.
He doesn’t stop or slow; he keeps pushing through my moans and my screams, pounding me mercilessly. Only five seconds have passed, and a tidal wave of pleasure is engulfing me once more, all my limbs shaking and trembling as I come like a madwoman.
He keeps going until that overwhelming pleasure comes for him too; with one final stroke he pushes his cock as deep as it can possibly go. I scream, feeling both pain and impossible pleasure, and he holds it there. His cock sprays my insides in an instant, each spasm of his cock making a shiver go up my spine. I push my hips back at him as he cums, tightenin
g my pussy around his thickness with all the strength I can muster.
I hold my position, gasping for air and reeling from the maddening attack of ecstasy my body has just suffered.
As he pulls back, I feel his cum dripping down my pussy to my thighs, thick strands of it running down my legs. I don’t know why, but feeling it running down my legs … it feels good.
And you know what else feels good? If you guessed ‘having that cum licked off your pussy’, you guessed right. Closing my eyes, I then feel him bend over; he flicks the tip of his tongue against my cum-coated folds, taking them into his mouth and licking me dry.
I keep in place as he takes good care of me, and I only dare move when he pulls back from me. Sitting up, I don’t take a minute to rest; no, I just turn toward him and kiss him, stealing whatever cum he scooped up from my pussy.
"This was good," he breathes out, "but are you ready for round two?"
"More than ready," I laugh. Jesus, I can barely stand on my two legs right now. "But if you want a round two, you’ll have to carry me all the way up to my bedroom."
"You got yourself a deal … Just don’t get used to it."
"No? I thought you were a gentleman."
"Only when I’m around you," he says, and this time he isn’t joking or teasing. He’s being plain honest, the vibrancy of his words making my skin prickle.
"I guess that, after all, we got our happy ending," I tell him, leaning into him and laying my head on his chest.
"We did," he breathes softly, holding my head and running one hand through my hair. "We did…"
