by Dark Angel
David kisses me so intensely it feels like he can’t live without my lips on his. And...well, while that's both flattering and totally how I feel when his lips are on me, I'm also reminded of how I want to tease him. He just slides me over his cock and thinks because I acted like I couldn't live without that cock before that I can't now? God, my pussy is aching for him and I'm soaking wet. But, like, I'm hoping to be able to tease him, okay? I'll be strong, just to give him as good as he gives. Then, I'm riding that cock like I'm getting a prize. Umm, because I am. I'm going to bounce on my stepson’s big cock and show him how much I like it—and I’m not rushing off the phone or out of the hotel room. I am so glad he’s here and I’m not taking a moment of him for granted. I crave him more than anything. I won’t even have to text with him to come tonight. He’s really here!
David’s hands close over my ass and he pulls me back over his cock.
I wiggle away and sit above it. It gives him a moment to tear off his own clothes, and I can’t help but stare at how fucking perfect his body is. I suck in my lower lip and steady myself, because I can't tease him much longer without exploding myself. "I need you to fuck me, and I don't think that has anything to do with me wanting to bolt, just so we’re clear.” Fuck, the head of his cock is so close to my pussy, I can almost feel the heat from it. Like, maybe I am feeling it, or maybe I'm imagining it.
"Oh yeah?" David reaches one hand behind his back and tugs off his shirt.
"Yeah. I was just tired that night. I need you to fuck me. You came here to fuck me.” I look at his rock hard abs, and I turn my head for a second to hide my inhale at the sight of his toned body and what it is doing to me and my willpower. I start to undo my bra but he grabs it and tears it off. It's like he is Kryptonite to clothes. One touch, and they're gone.
"Well, I'm not going to fuck you," David says in a slow, tantalizing voice.
My jaw drops. I can't help it. I'm trying to tease him, and he's going to turn me down? My pride is nearly wounded. But there's a glint in his eyes that tells me to shut my mouth, hold my tongue for now.
"Yet," David says with a wicked grin.
Oh, thank fucking god. "You're fucking with me instead?" I let out a nervous giggle. David isn't like other guys, not like my beta male clients for example…he's so much fucking more, and I start to wonder if I'm in over my head. If I am, well, that's fine by me. I’d be out of my mind to pass up fucking him, however he wants to tease me. The teasing experiment will have to get a fail for today, but I'm certain that given another chance I can try again and succeed. Right now, I'm putty in his hands.
"I'm going to eat your pussy first." I gasp and like some kind of fool, almost fall over.
Maybe I'd rather melt in his mouth.
He brings my soaking wet pussy to his face and I can feel his breath on me. He sits me on the edge of the bed and takes his teeth to my thong, pulling it down.
"Look, Christina, no hands," he says, laughing and captures my wrists. He flips me around, bends me over, and dips his tongue all the way through my slick folds. A massive moan pulls from my lips and shivers challenge my spine.
"Keep that ass up. I'm not fucking you until you come all over my face. Twice."
I gulp. Goddamn. That's how to eat pussy; men of the world take note. Of course, David is the only man I have any interest in fucking, I realize. What I do with my clients isn’t even really fucking anymore, and I crave David so much I can barely breathe.
But before I can parse any further thoughts, his hand is applying pressure to my abdomen and his thumb is on my clit. My knees are shaky already, and his tongue could be writing the Constitution down there and I'm using every drop of energy that I have to keep myself from losing my grip. I could come now, almost. "I'm so fucking close," I gasp.
"You are, but I’m not taking you anywhere just yet," David says.
I don't know why, but his words set something off in me. Then he pushes several fingers into my pussy and I'm too busy screaming to respond or question what he said. "Fuck!" I groan as he pumps impossibly fast in and out of my pussy while his tongue takes over my clit. His whole mouth sucks in my clit. "Please, please," I start begging.
What? I'm begging to come. The way he fucks me, I will gladly beg to come now and again as long as he doesn't stop.
"Fuck yeah, Christina, you come all over my face for round one, because round two isn't going to be so quick," David says. His words vibrate on my pussy and then his mouth is back on me.
My eyes roll back in my head. I scream out, my pussy squeezing his fingers for dear life and my whole body rattled with a very powerful orgasm.
While I'm still shaking, David sweeps my legs up. The moment his face leaves my pussy I ache for him and the pressure and shocking sensation of his mouth leaving makes me whimper. He lays me down on my back and I feel the warmth of his breath on my pussy. His tongue flicks my clit while he looks in my eyes.
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.
