A Wild Ride(14)

He moaned, half in enjoyment and half in frustration.

His eyes flashed, and then he seemed to make a decision. "If you're sure," he breathed.

Then he rolled off me, ignoring my mewl of protest. He slid off the bed, grabbed my foot by the heel and pulled me toward him. He took my other foot and twisted my legs so I had no choice but to roll over onto my stomach. I looked at him in pretend fear over my shoulder, clawing at the bed as if resisting. He grinned like a feral Cheshire Cat, dragging my ass toward his rigid cock. He let my toes touch the ground, then slipped a hand under my pelvis and lifted me up, shoving a pillow under my belly, low, so it stuck my ass even higher.

I was barely able to touch the carpet with one big toe, dangling half-on, half-off the bed, precarious and without balance or control over my movements. Shane took his c**k in his hand and probed at my ass with it, dragging the tip down my crack, pulsing into my tight sphincter and then lower still. I spread my legs wide, felt his hands dig into my ass cheeks and spread them apart.

Then he touched my pu**y entrance with his cock, pausing. "Last chance to get away, my pretty little lion."

I looked at him over my shoulder, eyebrows high and eyes wide. "Oh, Shane, I'm so scared."

"You should be," he said, his lip curling in primal desire and carnal humor.

Then he slipped himself in, slow and careful as the first time. He buried himself into me, drove himself to hilt in the first plunge. I arched my back and gasped, bit the comforter, and already I felt the tremors begin, despite the fact that I was still feeling the aftershocks of the last orgasm.

He was resting his hands on my ass, moving just the first few inches in and out, and with each rocking slide I gasped, pushing my bu**ocks into him. He gripped one hip with his hand and increased his tempo, more sure of himself now that he knew I could take him without being split in half. A dozen strokes in, and I felt an orgasm building and my hips began to circle onto his cock, which he was moving at half-speed now.

When I was moaning in delirium, he reached under his cock, leaning over me, and found my clit with his middle finger, circling it in wide strokes.

"Oh god, oh god," I shrieked.

I came, hard. I saw stars again, and felt my lower half convulsing. He didn't stop, though, and I realized he was just getting started on me. His finger was still moving around my clit, and his c**k was thrusting into me, and I was sobbing and moaning into the blanket, trying to rock my hips but unable to move for the unbalanced position and the orgasm rocketing through me, building and building to a higher peak.

He started to grunt, long rasping outbreaths, and he pushed even harder into me, and his finger worked my wet, aching button even more furiously, flailing my building second orgasm into a wild climax. I came again, and felt my pu**y clench around his cock, tightening onto him, and then he came and all control was lost.




 

 

He was slamming into me, and I felt his balls slapping as they pulsed. His come was a hot flood inside me, filling every space not taken by his wickedly wonderful member with viscous fluid. I came a third time and then I lost the ability to count or think as the orgasms rolled into each other, no longer waves of pleasure or ecstasy but a roaring apocalypse of delirious sensation, orgasm after orgasm, just coming and coming and I couldn't even whimper, just hold my trembling, quivering mouth against the scratchy, clean smelling blanket and let him plunder at his will.

He was bent over me, now, breath heaving into my still-damp hair, rough and desperate gasps for air. He was trembling all over, tremoring into me still, involuntary shudders of his c**k into my quaking pu**y.

"If I come one more time I'll die," I whispered.

"Then I'd better give you a break, huh?" Shane whispered back.

He moved off of me, but I was jellified, unable to move and he had to catch me, lift me onto the bed.

"Yeah, just...just for a few minutes," I said.

"How many times did you come?" Shane asked.

I shook my head. "I don't even know. Three? After three I lost count. They were coming so close together I couldn't even move or think."

"I've never come so hard in my life," Shane said.

"That's what you said the last time."

Shane grinned. "Well, apparently it got better."



We went again that night, twice more, before falling asleep well past dawn. Each time was better than the last. When Shane and I finally collapsed into each other's arms, we were both spent and exhausted past all comprehension.

I was sore all over, and had never enjoyed pain so much.

I woke up with afternoon light streaming down on me from a window, and Shane sitting on the bed next to me with a cup of coffee in each hand, the scent of the coffee having woken me up.