by Alexis Angel
"That’s because you’re delicious," he tells me, looking up and into my eyes before he takes his mouth to my pussy once more. Tilting his head slightly sideways, he sucks my folds into his mouth, running his tongue along their length, and he starts stroking my clit with his thumb, rubbing it in fast but precise circles.
He licks me until I don’t even know if I’m breathing anymore, and then all the air inside my lungs rushes out of me as, without a warning, he slides his middle finger inside my pussy. He curls it up, looking for that sweet spot, and he presses hard against it when he finds it. I gasp as I feel the pressure on my G-spot and clit blend into a perfect storm, a hurricane of pleasure dancing up my spine and scattering all the thoughts inside my head to the wind.
Yanking hard on his hair, I push him down against my pussy while I thrust up at the same time, pressing my wetness to his mouth as hard as I can. The pressure becomes too much for me and I simply give in, bending backwards and arching my back as a sudden moan explodes in my mouth.
"Oh, God," I pant, letting go of his hair and tugging at the sheets under me, spasms taking over my muscles and forcing them to twitch fast and hard.
"Liked it?" he asks me earnestly, sliding his finger out of my pussy and going back up to his knees. I open my eyes to glance at him, and smile as I see my fluids dripping down his chin and making his skin glisten.
"I loved it," I whisper, propping myself up on my elbows and reaching for him with one hand. I grab his belt and, flicking my wrist to the side, I unbuckle it. I pull his zipper down and then simply lay back, watching as he climbs down from the bed and kicks off his shoes, his pants falling down his legs. He steps out of them and, smiling while he looks at me, he hooks his thumbs on his boxer briefs and pulls them down, his thick mast springing free at once.
"Then you’ll love this." He climbs back onto the bed, moving with cat-like movements and positioning himself between my legs again. He lies down on top of me and, with a pleasant smile still on my lips, I reach for his cock and curl my fingers around it. I angle it so that its tip is brushing over my drenched folds, and then I let go, placing both my hands on his shoulder blades and digging my fingernails deep into his skin.
"I will," I whisper into his ear. One heartbeat after the words have rolled out from between my lips and he thrusts, his cock pushing my pussy lips aside and piercing me with one single movement. I gasp as I feel his thickness stretching me wide, that pleasant warmness inside of me turning into a supernova explosion.
I cross my legs over his lower back and reel him in, forcing him to go all the way while I lock him in place. Smiling, he places one hand under my head, supporting me, and he starts thrusting softly without taking his eyes off from mine. I look back at him as I feel his cock sliding in and out of my pussy and, for the first time, I feel my heartbeat slowing down.
My heart isn’t racing anymore. My body isn’t concerned with what’s coming, or with what happened before. Right now I’m simply drifting down the present moment, time like a river flowing around both of our bodies.
"I love you," I say once more, finally closing my eyes and reaching for his lips with mine. We share a tender kiss, our lips locked in a tight embrace, and I let pleasure crawl up and down my body. My hands go down his back and I reach for his naked ass, digging my fingers into his cheeks as he starts thrusting harder.
Pulling back from our kiss, I throw my head back against the mattress and, still with my eyes closed shut, I let out a groan as I feel my pussy walls tightening up around his cock.
"I wish this moment could last forever," he tells me, his body moving back and forth steadily, and I smile at his words. I never imagined I’d live to see the day where these words would find their way to Parker’s lips. Parker ‘Pleasure’ Trask, everyone calls him. But there’s more to him than a nickname, and I might be the only person to know that.
"So do I," I tell him, the words coming out of my mouth with a hard edge. The muscles around my throat are tightening up like murderous fingers, and I feel my body turning into concrete. Then, in a fraction of a second, all that tension simply disappears, and taking its place, violent ecstasy rushes in.
"AH! GOD!" I cry out, tightening my locked legs around Parker’s waist and forcing him to stop moving, his cock buried inside my body. I remain frozen in place as happiness rushes through my veins, my mind floating over an ocean of pleasure and lust.
My hands slide up from his ass and over his back, and I move my fingers around his neck so that I can cup his face. I open my eyes and just stare at him with a smile, biting down on my lower lip as pleasure devours me from the inside out.
"What did I ever do to deserve you?" I ask him, my voice quivering as pleasure washes over me, fading away into nothingness.
"You didn’t have to do a thing… All it took was one look into your eyes and I was yours," he replies, pushing back one stray lock of hair back over my face and showing me a tender smile.
"Is this real, Parker? Or is it a dream?" I ask, suddenly realizing that if this is all a dream, it’s one from which I don’t want to wake up from.
"This is as real as it gets, Amy…" he smiles then, the lines on his face softening up as he pulls back from me, his cock sliding out of my pussy.
"Where are you going?" I ask, following after him as he kneels on the bed. I place my hands on his chest and push him down onto the mattress, now my turn to climb on top of him. My knees are on either side of his thighs, and I’m straddling him, his cock pinned down between his body and my pussy. "I’m not done with you," I whisper, grabbing his thick shaft and pulling it up.
Running my tongue between my lips, I lift my hips up just a few inches and then I ease myself down, once more allowing his cock to slide into me. I let it go all the way inside of me, only letting go of his shaft when I feel its tip touching that hot trigger of pleasure hiding inside my pussy.
I lean into him, my hands still on his chest, and start rocking my hips. I start slow, but each coming and going motion of my body makes the rhythm go up, and it doesn’t take long for my movements to be a dance of frenzied lust.
"You drive me crazy, you know?" he whispers, reaching for my breasts with his open hands and grabbing them. I throw my head back and chuckle, the happiness in my voice making my skin prickle.
"I know," I merely say, moving my hips back and forth and from side to side, so fast that I feel tiny beads of sweat dripping down my back. I ride him until my body starts tensing up, and I don’t even stop when climax takes me by surprise, sneaking its way into my mind and spreading its wings all at once. I just keep on moving my body, riding him through my orgasm and surrendering to the most perfect moment of my entire life.
My pussy tightens up around his cock, slight spasms making my inner lips tremble, but I don’t stop even though tall flames of ecstasy lap at my body. I keep on moving until I feel pleasure pulsing inside of me like a beating heart, a second explosion of pleasure taking place on top of the previous one. I grit my teeth and, throwing my head back, I let out a sound that’s half a moan and half a chuckle, my voice filling the whole room at once.
"What happened to that ‘I’m not done with you’ talk?" he teases me, mimicking my voice and running one hand through my hair, his smart eyes focused on mine.
"What? Are you saying I can’t go on?" I try to act strong, but the exhaustion comes through my voice. But no matter; my body might be spent, but the hunger inside my mind isn’t sated yet. And, to be honest, I doubt that it’ll ever be.
Placing my feet on either side of his thighs, I squat over his cock and, gritting my teeth, I start jumping up and down. Instead of rolling my hips back and forth, now I allow his cock to slide in and out of my pussy by raising and lowering my hips, his cock going deeper than before.
"I… can… go… on…" I say between breaths, grabbing my own breasts and squeezing them so hard that a loud moan escapes my lips. "I don’t get tired," I continue, working his cock so furiously I’d be worried about breaking it in half if he
wasn’t so thick. As it is, he might be the one breaking me in half.
"I can see that." Hooking both thumbs on my hips, he pushes me down in a fraction of a second, thrusting upward at the same time. My moaning turns into screaming before I know what has happened, a furious orgasm explodes in my pussy and sends shockwaves all the way up my spine.
"FUCK!" I scream, my throat working hard to produce a shrill and high-pitched sound. I keep on screaming until my throat grows raw, and then I place my knees back on the mattress, his cock sliding out of me as I roll to the side and sprawl myself on the bed. "Oh my God… What the hell just happened?" I ask to no one in particular, a silly and tired smile dancing on my lips.
"I happened," Parker says, his response a fast and sure one.
"Cocky, uh?" I turn to him, my body against his, and place one hand on his chest. My fingers make the hike down to his stomach, slowly tracing the contour of each one of his abs before I finally move toward his hard cock. "On your knees, Mr. Cocky," I tell him, my words cracking as a whip, and he obeys willingly.
Moving over the mattress, he kneels right between my parted legs and I finally curl my fingers around his thickness. Smiling wickedly, I start flicking my wrist back and forth, stroking him as fast as I can and already picturing the gallons of cum he’s about to unleash upon my naked body. I have no idea how it's even possible for him to produce such ungodly amounts of cum, but it’s not like that matters. As long as I’m the only one on the receiving end, I don’t care about the magical origins of his seed.
"Cum for me…" I whisper, propping myself up on one elbow as I stroke him. I bite down on my lower lip, my unblinking eyes never leaving his, and he returns my gaze as if he were staring at the most beautiful painting in existence, appreciating every single detail on my face. "Cum for me," I repeat, lowering my voice until it becomes a soft purr, and a slight spasm makes his cock twitch against my fingers.
"That’s it," I continue, moving my hand faster than before, my whole arm moving back and forth so fiercely that it just becomes a blur of color. "Do it, daddy…" I whisper, allowing the word daddy to linger on my lips, and that’s when his cock throbs violently against my grip.
There’s the glisten of pre-cum, and then he starts gushing a torrent into me. I open my mouth just in time for the first thick strand of semen to land on my tongue, and I tilt my head back so that the rest goes inside my mouth. He fills my mouth up to the brim in just two seconds, and I can’t help but grin savagely as I feel it all dripping down my face.
I keep on moving my hand back and forth over his cock, stroking him as he cums, and his groans of pure pleasure only make me want to go harder. The muscles in my forearm are burning from the cramps, but I barely notice it; I’m too focused on the way drops of cum splash over my naked chest, covering my tits as if they're a blanket.
He keeps on cumming for a long time, long strands of cum already sliding down my stomach and tracing a straight line toward the wetness between my thighs. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel the warmness of his seed dripping onto my pussy and blending in with my fluids, and that’s when I finally let go of his cock, one final spasm making his cock twitch against my closed fist.
"What a mess," I tease him with a chuckle, my lips sticking to one another as I speak.
"It’s a mess indeed… but maybe I can help," he replies, bending over between my legs. Placing his thumbs on the back of my knees, he guides his mouth straight toward my pussy and rests it against my cum-coated folds, sucking them into his mouth and only letting go of them when they’re dry and clean.
Running his tongue up the length of my pussy, he lets it wander up to my stomach, scooping up all the cum on its way, and then he continues all the way up to my breasts. Caressing my soft mounds with the tip of his tongue, and always lingering on my nipples, circling them and sucking, he finally kisses the curve of my neck and chin.
I part my lips, anxious to feel his mouth on mine, and I look into his eyes before he does it. We smile at each other, and then we’re drawn into one wild kiss, our tongues wrestling over a curtain of cum.
"I can’t believe I’m doing this," he finally tells me, his own cum glistening on his delicious lips.
"And, still, it’s not the first time you’ve done it," I smile, wiping one drop of cum from his chin with the tip of my fingers. "And you love it."
"I do… when I’m with you, I love every single fucking thing," he says before crushing his mouth against mine once more.
And it’s true; I could say the exact same thing about him.
When we’re together, everything’s perfect.
Amy
Two weeks.
That’s how long New York has been in a state of siege. Because, make no mistake about it, this is a siege. The mayor and the governor—my stepfather and my mother—have clashed over my company, and now the fate of New York City hangs in the balance.
Newspaper and cable networks keep on harping about this standoff, and it seems that the scales are tilting in my mother’s favor. Point by point, the lead Parker had over my mom is now eroding steadily.
Her little stunt with the state troopers has paid off, and even after she doubled down on the stunt, it kept paying off.
The city is slowly plummeting into chaos and, instead of seeing the governor as the culprit, a lot of people are turning their accusing fingers toward Parker and I. It got to the point where I relented and asked Parker to allow the state troopers to close down my company.
Of course, he’s refused. Kinky Amy’s stays open and 8 million people are doing without basic services.
As much as I love my company, I simply can’t stand watching the city where I've grown up tear itself apart. Trash is piling up on the streets, the public transportation system is in complete chaos, and there doesn’t seem to be an end in sight to this madness. My mom has cut off all state funding, and Parker has spent the better part of these last two weeks trying to patch a temporary solution over the countless problems that have arisen.
He’s gotten a number of companies and wealthy individuals to lend the city money and things are progressing slowly - lurching from one crisis to the next.
Which is getting harder to do, especially now that the international community is getting involved.
Thirty-seven.
Thirty-seven countries have expressed their concern over what’s happening in New York City. Apparently, cities standing up to state governments with guns is something that the United Nations really does care about. Even countries like North Korea have reprimanded Parker Trask for what they perceive to be "an assault on authority."
Oh, the irony.
Of course, my mother’s piggybacking on all that. She even made a speech to the UN - live video streamed from the statehouse, all teary-eyed about her beloved city and her corrupt and indecent family. We watched her speech at Parker’s office and, if he hadn’t stopped me, I’d have kicked and punched the TV until it became nothing more than splinters of plastic, glass, and wire.
That’s how mad I was.
Thirty.
It took me thirty minutes to pack my bags and move to Gracie Mansion. It’s surprising how little you need when you’re moving in with someone you love. Sure, I love all my makeup and expensive lingerie, but everything I needed—at least for the time being—fit inside two travel bags.
Parker invited me to move in with him because he wanted me close to him every day… But there was more to it than that, of course. He wanted to keep me safe. With the city descending into chaos, he didn’t deem it safe for me to stay alone in my apartment. My mom’s been growing more erratic with each passing day, and there’s no telling what she can do.
And yeah, I’m talking about murder; let’s not sugarcoat this. Do I really think she’d be capable of doing it? I don’t know, I really don’t, and that’s what scares me… Because, right now, I think my mother would be capable of anything to secure her power.
But not everything’s bad. Moving in with Parker has paved th
e way to good things… Love in time of war and all that.
Forty-five.
That’s how many times we’ve had sex. Approximately. I mean, the number’s probably higher than that, and it’s not like I keep count. I’m just doing an educated guess.
I’m a bit ashamed to say it, but I feel like we’ve done it in almost every room of the Gracie Mansion. And the place is huge. I know, if the world knew that Parker and I have been fucking like rabbits while the city is in a downward spiral, people would just straight up riot and nail us to a cross. But, hey, what are we supposed to? It’s not like we’re lazing around while the city goes up in flames. In fact, it’s just the opposite.
We’re working around the clock, using all of Parker’s political clout and connections to keep the city stable while we try to reach a solution for this mess. We’ve tried creating a communication channel between the mayor’s office and the governor’s one; unsurprisingly, my mother vetoed the idea before it even got off the ground. Lack of communication benefits her, and it makes us look like the bad guys.
So, yeah, forgive me if Parker and I like to get our minds off all this chaos from time to time. But it’s not like we can help ourselves; we’ve fallen hard for each other, and our bond grows stronger with each passing day.
Even though nowadays my life is built on doubt and confusion, there’s at least one thing I’m sure about: Parker is the man of my dreams. My soulmate. I know, I’m being all corny and cheesy, but I really do mean it.
Of course, all this loving and fucking was bound to have consequences, and this bring us to...
Five.
My period has been late for five days now. And I’m one of th0se girls who seem to have a clock inside her belly, you know? I’ve never been this late. And when I say never, I really mean it.
So I did what I had to do; I drove down to the nearest pharmacy, bought a pregnancy test and brought it home with me. It’s already in the trash, and I’m pacing back and forth in the master bedroom at the Gracie Mansion, still trying to wrap my head around the result.
