by Alexis Angel
I cannot believe the amount of orgasms I’ve experienced in the past two days; it’s like he’s going for a world record or something the way he keeps pushing me to the edge. I didn’t even know I could cum this much, but it’s like every one is better than the last so I’m definitely not complaining.
Working on my second breast, with his fingers sliding in and out of me, I feel myself ready to explode, but I know he’s going to stop soon. It’s just what he does, and I know there’s no way it could be this easy, so I try to prepare myself for the let down, but the build up is just too sweet to fight. My body is begging for the release, and tears literally sting my eyes knowing he'll soon snatch away my climax.
“Carter, please let me cum for you,” I plead.
He doesn’t say a word, well, he really can’t with a mouthful of boob, but he remains silent and I think that means he won’t be letting me cum after all. His hand is slamming into me, and I’m crying out his name over and over as I feel myself going over the edge.
Knowing the painful halt to my pleasure is coming, I try to hold back, but it's useless. This orgasm is rattling me to my core and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m halfway through the climax before I finally relax, sure he’s not going to tease me, though I can’t say I’m not shocked. I was certain he would make me beg.
“That’s one,” he whispers, his mouth moving from my breasts down to my navel, his tongue lapping around the sensitive area as I twist and wiggle beneath his seduction.
“Baby!” I yelp and he chuckles before nibbling around my belly and moving between my legs.
He’s positioning himself between my legs like he’s moving in, and I glance down to see if I can tell what he’s doing, but he’s staring at my sex like he’s examining me or something. I’ve never met a man more interested in knowing everything about a woman’s pleasure. He already controls me and has the power to make me cum at the drop of a dime, but now he’s looking for clues that could help him even more.
With his hands pulling my lips apart, he leans between my legs and runs the flat of his tongue against my exposed clitoris. My back arches in complete ecstasy, the sensation shooting chills up my spine. Oh my, it feels indescribable as he sucks me so gently I can barely feel it. My body builds again, and he continues in the most patient and gentle way ever. The second orgasm washes over me and I feel weak, my chest heaving as I pant uncontrollably.
“That’s two,” he whispers.
Carter doesn’t even pause, rising on his knees to better access my opening. I’m still rolling through a climax as he slides two fingers in, sucking my clit a little more aggressively.
Holy hell it’s good! He's an expert at my body, and I know there’s nothing he can ever do for me to stop craving him like a fiend. I’m completely addicted to him and his ability to drive me up a wall of satisfaction. My muscles are tight, a bit tired from clenching as I fight through the waves that are already beginning to build again.
My heart feels like it could explode, I’m so taken by my intense feelings for him. It’s more than just the sex, much more than orgasms. I’ve never felt this strongly for a man in my life and our sex and the intensity of it reflects that connection. I couldn’t have this type of experience based on sex alone. It’s the combination of my feelings for him in conjunction with how he touches and licks me. When he grips my hips, it makes me cream, and now that his head is between my legs, driving me to another orgasm, I want to cry tears of joy.
Reaching my hand down, I rest my hand on his head, much like he did to me when I was sucking him off. My hips are lifting from the bed, surging forward to feel more of his tongue, and my hand is gently pushing his head forward. If I’m not mistaken, I can actually hear him laughing at my desperation. He knows he makes me a fiend for him, but I don’t care.
His fingers are sliding in and out of me, his mouth wrapped around my clit, and I know it won’t be long before the waves turn into a tsunami and rush out of me in another impactful release. I’m not afraid of the next climax as I have been in the past; instead I’m embracing it, ready to lose myself to him.
With each climax we share together I feel like we fall deeper in love, and I want so desperately to drown in his affection and love. I can feel how much he cares for me, just doing this so passionately shows how much my enjoyment means to him. The fact that I can’t get him off is frustrating, but rather than wanting to abstain altogether he wants to just get me off. It’s the definition of erotic romance and I just love him so much for it.
“That’s three,” he smiles up at me as my face contorts in what feels like an ugly face as my body twitches and shakes, trembles running through me.
God, how much does he want me to cum? I mean, that’s more than enough. I didn’t even know I could cum that much! Although I feel like I need a break, I can’t stop myself from wanting more, so when he slides another finger inside of me, I don’t even pretend like I want him to stop.
“You want some more, baby?” he asks, glancing up with hooded eyes. I know he wants to make me cum again, and I can’t understand how he gets so much pleasure from this.
“Yes, Carter,” I moan, and he smiles before diving back in for another taste.
His tongue is so masterful, lifting and twisting parts of me as he maneuvers around my sex like a surgeon. With my hand still in his hair, I grip a handful of strands as my next orgasm begins to build. I know this one will rattle me to my core, but those are always the best, so I’m eager and anxious to let myself fall apart for him.
“Mmm…” he moans against my pussy lips in the way he knows I like so much. I’m ready to explode again, but I need more, my body stagnant at that last stage of build up. Leaning forward, I lunge into him, my body racing and desperate, my climax evading me. He seems to understand and grazes his teeth along my clit until I spill over, creaming into his mouth.
“God! Yes! Carter!” I yell, my breathing ragged as my body grows even more tired. I’ve just woken up and suddenly I need a nap to deal with him.
“That’s four, baby,” he whispers, beaming with pride.
“That’s enough, Carter,” I assure him, but he doesn’t look satisfied just yet.
“One more,” he reasons and I look down at him, wanting to quit, but his pleading eyes filled with lust make me nod in agreement. Who am I kidding? I could never tell him no, he’s too sexy and dominant for that.
His mouth takes my pussy and clit together, swirling his tongue around me between sucking me gently. I cry out, the pleasure taking me by surprise. It’s a feeling I’ve never felt, as he’s never done this to me. It seems he has even more tricks, this being one I’ve yet to enjoy, but oh my does it feel marvelous.
“Carter! I love you!” The words fall out of my mouth, and I can tell they drive him on, because he begins working me over with a new vigor, his mouth eager for me to climax again.
Between my moans and ecstasy, I’m so lost to him that I feel myself leaving my body. It’s like I’m floating above myself, completely unaware how all of this happened. I can’t believe my life has changed so drastically in so little time. Never did I think I could fall so deeply in love with someone, let alone Carter Blaine, the man that every woman in the world wants to fall for.
He is everything I ever dreamed of and more, and he's so in love with me he’s happy to please me even when he can’t please himself.
“Mmm… I love you more, baby,” he glances up to me, biting his lip with that hunger in his eyes and I know he wants me as bad as I want him.
My goodness, this is the most intense waiting period of my life. It’s like we both want to explode, but I’m the only one about to now. My body is twisting beneath him, his lips back on my sex, as his hands reach up to massage each of my breasts. The vibrations begin in my belly as always, and then they’re climbing through my body until it feels like every inch, every curve, every hair on my body, is stimulated to its maximum level and I’m a gentle nod away from losing control.
Unlike the pre
vious four orgasms, Carter chooses to build me up slowly this time, his pace slowing and speeding up in the way he does when he wants me to cum hard and long. He’s after a big finale for sure. I can’t blame him, but I know my body is spent already. My clit is swollen and overly sensitive, and my heart is racing again.
My legs rise in the air as he digs into me with his tongue, his finger now squeezing my razor-sharp nipples while I shove my pussy forward, seeking more pressure. He feels so amazing, my orgasm is only second away until he slows the rhythm again, and my heart rate dips until he starts his attack all over again.
It’s the sweetest torture, and I’m not even complaining. My body is overly grateful for his performance, and honestly he could do this to me as long as he wants, I’m happy to accept, but I hope he doesn’t. I do still want my climax, my greedy pussy ready for another release.
“Oh, Carter, baby! Yes!” I yell. I’m close, very close, and he’s not slowing this time, so I think there might be a chance he’s going to let me go all the way. I brace myself, knowing this may tear me apart, my body fragile from the day’s events.
“Mmm…” he moans into my sex, my body arching and twisting, wanting him to take more of me into his mouth but also wanting to pull away, run away from the pleasure I know will spark an explosion within me. It’s a weird contradiction in my mind.
“Yes! Yes! Right there, baby!” I yell. Carter runs his fingertips down my body quickly, my sensitive skin coming alive beneath his touch. Slipping two fingers inside of me, he begins hitting my g-spot with his fingers curling upward as he licks my opening, his tongue subtly stimulating my clit.
I feel myself going over the edge, a strange sound coming from my mouth as I moan and cry all at once, tears beginning to roll down my cheeks. The sensation is just too intense, every single one of my emotions seem to seep out of me as my hormones overflow.
“Oh God!” I cry as I rattle, my legs in the air, shaking uncontrollably, my nipples are ringing with sensation as my climax goes over the edge, pouring out into his mouth as he slurps my juices in appreciation.
“He hums as he drinks my release, his mouth continuing to work me over as I ride out the waves of my climax. It is so unbelievably sexy and erotic. I can’t take how much he turns me on, or enjoys my pleasure.
In my relationship with men, it’s often been a one-sided exchange, where I care so much about getting them off, but it is not usually reciprocated. Here, I think Carter may actually be more invested in my pleasure than I am in his, which says a whole lot because I’m utterly obsessed with making him cum.
“That’s five,” he whispers once he’s satisfied that he’s gotten every drop of my release, kissing up my body until his lips are on mine, my arousal distinctly on his tongue.
“That was incredible,” I breathe, completely out of breath, tears streaming down my face.
“I told you I was going to make you cry,” he justifies, wiping my tears with the pads of his thumb before kissing my cheeks as I huff in agreement.
“I love you, Carter,” I manage and he kisses me passionately, responding without a single word. I can feel the intensity, taste his love, as our tongues intertwine with a vengeance, each of us wishing we could take it further, but I won’t allow it.
We’re so close from his goal, and I won’t be the reason he fails. That level of betrayal is unforgivable and I won’t cross him in that way. I may not have been completely honest, but I will and until then I still have limits on what I’m willing to do.
“I love you more,” he smirks.
“It’s a good thing we love each other. It’ll make the sex worth the wait,” I glance up at him and can tell he agrees from the sparkle in his eye.
Carter
Six weeks to go…
I stand in my kitchen and mark off the big square on the calendar I purchased. The thing takes up half the wall, but I don’t care. I need a very visual reminder that I don’t have much longer. That the end is near. The light at the end of the tunnel does, in fact, exist.
Because this has been one of the hardest fucking weeks of my life. I think I’m losing my mind. The lack of sex has finally gotten to me. Everyone warned me about it. It’s not right, they said. It’s not healthy, they warned. A young and virile man like me should be getting pussy every night of the week. You’ll live to regret it, some cautioned.
I’m starting to believe it. I think I’m on a downward spiral to crazytown. Just the mere thought of Ashley and her rocking body is driving me out of my mind. I’m hard twenty-four seven. That can’t be good, can it? I’m starting to worry that the lack of blood to anywhere else in my body but my cock might have some long-term effects.
Ashley just laughs when I tell her this. She thinks I’m making a bigger deal of it than it is.
But I know better. And I know she knows better too. I can see it in her eyes when she thinks I’m not looking. It’s making her crazy too. She’s doing her best not to tempt me, but if just the thought of her has me hornier than a pubescent boy, the sight of her is a million times worse. Six weeks. I can do this. Six weeks.
Five weeks to go…
I walk into my bathroom in a sleepy haze. And instantly regret it. Fucking hell.
There’s Ashley in my shower, cleaning up after I just went down on her for what feels like the hundredth time in two weeks. Not that I’m complaining. I’m not going to let my woman suffer just because I have to. No, I pleasure her as much as she wants, and then some. Even if my cock does feel like it might fall off from neglect and lack of use.
I can just read the epitaph now.
Here lies Carter Blaine. Gone too soon. He died a virgin, after withering away from lack of orgasms.
Wouldn’t Lola feel like a real bitch then? I laugh bitterly. Probably not. She’d probably just be glad to not have to pay me my two billion dollars.
“Carter, you okay, baby?” Ashley’s voice startles me from my sadistic fantasy. I almost wish it hadn’t, because now my focus is back on her and her totally fuckable body standing naked in my bathroom, her eyes wide with concern. But I barely notice her eyes. All I see are two gorgeous tits, nipples fully erect as she stares at my equally erect cock, now practically dripping with cum. I swear, I’m probably going to revert to adolescence here soon and start having wet dreams if I don’t get off soon.
I feel my cock twitch as I imagining coming all over her tits. With a sound that borders on being a little unhinged, I leave the bathroom and Ashley’s gorgeous tits. Five weeks. I can do this. Five weeks.
Four weeks to go…
I wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat.
“Carter? Baby? Are you okay?” Ashley’s concerned voice brings me back to reality.
“It’s okay,” I mumble, rolling over in the bed and burying my head under my pillow. I love having her in my bed, but it’s a slow form of torture. Forget waterboarding. Those fuckers have no idea. Just stick them in bed with a woman as hot as my girl, then tell them they can’t do anything about it. That’s the way to punish someone.
God, that dream. I swear I thought it was real. It felt so real. In it, I was fucking Ashley. Hard. Rough. Bareback. Right in her sweet, tight little pussy. It was heaven. It was everything.
And then I fucking woke up.
Four weeks. Then she’s all mine. I can do this. Four weeks.
Three weeks to go…
“Carter, baby,” Ashley says, her sweet voice making me ache for her. That’s all it takes anymore. The end is so near I can practically taste it. Or is that the taste of her juices still lingering on my lips? I don’t know anymore. I’m half mad at this point. I look up at the giant wall calendar, just to make sure more time hasn’t passed and I’ve missed it. But nope. Still three weeks to go.
“Carter?” Ash repeats, her voice more urgent this time. “I just realized something.”
She sounds excited, and when I look over at her as we relax on the couch, I see a sparkle in her eyes. She has an idea. I can tell.
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bsp; “What is it, angel?” I ask, pulling her against me on the couch, my cock pressing into her hip. It’s like a constant companion these days, always hard, always dripping, always begging for attention it just can’t get.
“I think we’ve overlooked something vital,” she whispers, like it’s a secret. “You know how you can give me head, as long as I don’t give it to you?”
I nod, not sure where she’s going with this.
“Well, I know you can’t jerk yourself off, but no one said anything about me doing it.”
I sit up straight as her words register. What? How could we have been so stupid? I’ve been suffering for almost a month, and here is a perfect solution staring us right in the face. Much like my cock that’s pointing right at Ash this very minute.
A handjob. Hello. And yes, please.
Before I can even say anything, Ashley has her soft hands wrapped around my cock, stroking up and down in a way that feels so amazingly perfect that it almost hurts. Or maybe that’s just the backup of cum just waiting to be released.
“Oh, fuck, Ash,” I moan as she continues to work my cock over. I see her lick her lips, and I know she wants a mouthful, but we can’t. Not yet. But this—this is heaven right here. Having my angel’s hand on my cock, the other dropping down to cup my balls.
I glance up to the cameras that are installed in my apartment and give one a triumphant grin, lifting both hands to flip it the bird—a giant fuck you to Lola and anyone else who made me suffer all this time.
And, oh fuck, I’m so close. I’m about to explode everywhere.
“I’m going to catch it in my mouth, Carter,” Ashley says, breathless, her eyes so dark with desire they look almost black. I love that she’s getting off on doing this to me. And the words she just said have my balls tightening, my release treating to burst for at any second. Fuck, how did I get so lucky to find a woman like her?
