A Very Dirty Wedding(59)
When I come, it’s blinding. I'm gasping for air as I nearly yank his hair out by the roots, trying only to focus on keeping my mouth closed and not screaming. Waves of pleasure, the pent up frustration of being around Caulter for a week, the jealousy of seeing him with another girl, wash over me, and I come hard against his face.
The orgasm isn't even finished when he lifts me up. “On your hands and knees,” he growls.
I'm in a haze, preoccupied with my throbbing pussy, overcome with the void of his tongue being withdrawn from between my legs. “What?”
“You heard me,” he says. He grabs a condom from his pocket and rips open the wrapper with his teeth, looking at me like a feral animal. His cock is rock hard, and he rolls the condom on his considerable length. “What did I fucking say?”
I giggle, his harshness somehow striking me as funny. “Okay, bossy.”
He doesn’t answer, just grabs a pillow from the bed and throws it on the ground in front of me. “Scream into the pillow.”
“You think highly of yourself,” I say.
“You’re going to need the pillow.” He doesn’t wait for me to respond, just pushes me down on all fours. His tip presses against my entrance, and he plunges his cock inside me in one swift thrust, my wetness easily guiding him in. Hands on my hips, he fucks me with hard thrusts, each one deeper than the last, my breasts swaying as he slides in and out of me.
“Shit, Caulter.” I whisper the words, trying to be quiet, the sound of our flesh slapping together loud enough to make me nervous. My pussy is so sensitive from my orgasm that I can barely take the sensation of his cock inside me. It’s so overwhelming I want to crawl out of my skin. “I don’t know if I can take it.”
His hands are on my back, roaming over my skin. “I’m going to make you come again,” he says. “This time will be insane.”
My pussy tightens around him as he plows into me, the heat of pleasure radiating through my body. “Your cock is --” I want to say ‘too much,’ but I don’t want him to take it away. The mix of pleasure and the overstimulation bordering on pain, is something I’ve never experienced.
“Your pussy is so damn tight,” he whispers, his balls pressing up against my lips as he thrusts deeply inside me. “You fit me like a fucking glove.”
“Oh God, Caulter, you’re going to make me come again,” I warn.
“You don’t come until I say you come, you hear me?” He grabs a handful of hair at the base of my head, pulling my head back like he’s taking the reins on a horse. “You fucking wait until I tell you.”
“Oh God.”
“Oh God, what?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, yes. Wait.” I don’t know if I can.
Caulter slaps my ass cheek, the jiggling of my flesh sending a ripple of pleasure through my body. “Touch your clit.”
“No,” I protest. If I do, it will make me come in an instant.
“Rub your clit,” he orders, and I press my finger against it as his thrusts get faster. “Tell me you love this.”
“Oh, yes, I love it.” I’m rubbing my clit harder.
“Tell me you love me fucking your sweet, tight pussy.” He thrusts into me, balls slamming against my lips, his cock so deep inside me.
“I love when you fuck me.” I’m so close, I can’t hold off.
He grips my hips so tight it think he’s going to leave bruises. “Say it again: I love you fucking my sweet, tight pussy.”
“I.love.you.fucking.my.sweet.tight.pussy.” I rub circles on my clit, harder as he thrusts into me, his thrusts punctuating each word. “Caulter, don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes, Yes. Please. Yes.” I think I’m going to die if he doesn’t let me come.
“Please. Say please let me come, Caulter.” His hand on my lower back, he pushes me farther down to the floor, my face hovering just over the pillow. I’m gripping the pillowcase as he thrusts into me, my ass high in the air. I bite the edge of the material, trying to keep myself from coming. But my pussy feels so wet and swollen I can’t hold off.
“Please. Please. Please. Caulter.”
He growls, slamming into me with one deep thrust. “Come for me, Princess.”
I finally let go, muffling my cries with the pillow as he buries himself deep in me, filling me with his cum. The orgasm washes over my entire body like a tidal wave, the intensity so powerful I might be swept away. I don’t know how long it is after that, that I finally start to come down, and tear my face away from the pillow to look at him.