I close my eyes as, grabbing his cock, he starts brushing it up and down the length of my ass crack. Driven insane by lust, I thrust back against him once more, swaying my hips wildly and grinding his thickness. I can’t wait to have him inside of me, and it looks like he has read my mind; taking a step back, he pushes his cock down and slides it right between my thighs, its tip against my drenched folds.
“Do it,” I say, but he remains frozen in place, his hands now back on my hips.
“I want to hear you beg,” he tells me, and the anticipation inside of me grows so much that I almost stop breathing.
“Please, Aidan, just fuck me. Please,” I beg, surrendering. Whatever he tells me to do, if that means I’ll get to experience his cock inside of my pussy, I’ll do it. No questions asked. “Please, I’ll do anything,” I repeat, just for good measure.
“I’ll remember that,” he whispers, and I know that he’ll really remember it. I’ve made a deal with the devil just now, and I have no regrets. Holding his end of the bargain, Aidan digs his fingertips into my hips and then thrusts.
For a fraction of a second, I feel nothing as his cock slides inside of me. Then it hits me all at once; it’s as if his flesh is made of fire, and his shaft is burning everything on the way in. My nerve endings feel as if they’ve been scorched, and I open my mouth to speak but not words come out.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, his cock throbbing inside of me. I wince as I feel his shaft move, his cock so thick that I can even feel his pulse inside of me. I still don’t know how in the world he managed to slide his cock inside my pussy, but I don’t care. All that matters now is that the warm-up is done: it’s time we move on to real business.
“This is going to be fun,” he says as he slides his cock out until only its tip is in me. Thrusting hard right from the start, he builds up the rhythm in a matter of seconds. My eyes are still closed, and I don’t think I could force my eyelids up even if I tried; my mouth’s hanging open, and soft short breaths are falling out from between my lips.
“It’s… so… good… so… fucking… good…” I moan between breaths, curling my fingers so tightly around the edge of the couch that my knuckles have turned white. The sound of his thighs hitting my ass fill his whole living room, and that’s the only sound my brain can process right now.
“We’re just starting,” he tells me, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks and thrusting so hard that I almost tumble over the edge of the couch. He keeps on thrusting like that, mercilessly, my body swaying back and forth as his cock goes in and out of me.
“Harder,” I find myself saying, and I almost laugh at my own stupidity. Harder? If he fucks me any harder than this, he’ll have to carry me out of his apartment in a wheelchair. But, instead of dismissing what I just said, he fulfills my request; grabbing me by the hips, he slams his body into mine, his cock stabbing my insides repeatedly.
My moans turn into one violent scream, my vocal chords working to exhaustion as the sound of my voice explodes in the air. Every single muscle in my body is tensing up like wire, and it feels like someone doused me in gasoline and then lit a match.
“Oh God!” I cry out, one lone tear streaming down my face as shards of pleasure prickle my muscles from the inside out. “I’m going to --” I start to say, but I don’t finish my sentence. Before that happens, a violent shiver goes up my spine and explodes in my brain. My muscles start to spasm and, losing all of the strength in my limbs, I bend over the couch and just hang there by my stomach as I come my brains out.#p#分页标题#e#
He keeps on thrusting as scream after scream leaves my throat, my voice growing raspy with each passing second. By the time he starts easing up his pace, I’m a quivering mess. He slides his cock out of my pussy and, somehow, I find enough strength in my arms to push myself up to my feet. What the hell was that? That wasn’t sex, that was… Something else entirely. Something better.
“You were telling the truth… I’m not going to forget this anytime soon,” I whisper as I turn around to meet his gaze.
“You’re an easy woman to please,” he grins. “There’s a whole lot more to show you,” he says, lowering his voice until it becomes a whisper. More? MORE? Oh God, have mercy on me.
“Then show me,” I say, and he takes one step toward me and picks me up from the floor, carrying my limp body in his arms, the ropes of muscles in his arms bulging. He walks across the living room and takes me to a closed door; he pushes it open with his shoulder, and I feel my insides clenching as I see the king-size bed dominating his bedroom.