And he’s fucking my ass fast, hard, and it is the most intense experience I’ve ever had in my life. I can’t believe how it feels like a kaleidoscope of pleasure beneath my skin.
And
I
Can’t
Move!
Like, this is so intense that I think I might pass out. If I do, I’ll miss all the fun. I’m moaning loudly. I realize now that loud anal sex is good anal sex. Because when I was trying to be quiet before, I was missing out on what every sound and bit of breathing can do for the sensation. Ethan is gripping my hands hard now, slamming hard into me and using them as leverage. His chest is still pressed against me, and I’m kissing him when I can. He’s mostly devouring my neck, my collarbones, my breasts, and I’m trying to arch my back for all of that. I’m a heat map of lust and I can’t begin to think about anything but how deep and powerful Ethan’s cock is thrusting inside me. I don’t know how to breathe! My pussy is weeping with arousal and I’m so close to cumming that I feel like I’m going to have a hair trigger set me off and I’ll explode. The silk rope might be set on fire from all the heat pouring through my veins.
“Fuck, I can hear your heartbeat, Emmaline,” Ethan says. There’s a raw tenderness in his voice. “You ready to cum for me again? I’m going to for the gold here, baby, because I’m not done with you yet tonight.”
Oh god! What on earth could be in store after this?
“Yes, Ethan, god, I’m so ready to cum, I’m so close,” I whimper.
“Good, because I’m going to cum in that perfect ass,” Ethan groans. “Now,” he says, and I feel the hot love gun blow inside me, incinerating my insides with his hot load. There’s gotta be a quart, a gallon of cum, loading up my ass and sliding out of me. I feel filthier than I have ever in my life. I’m plastered with sweat and cum and I’ve orgasmed more times than I can count.
And the utter filthiness of it all makes me cum again.
“Kiss me baby,” I moan out as I cum.
Ethan’s mouth closes over mine, and his tongue sweeps into my mouth and touches me tenderly, dancing with my tongue and showing me how much he cares, how much loves me. His cock does the same thing, showing me just how much he loves fucking me and loves how much I like being stuffed by him. He jam packs his dick inside me and cums so much that I actually feel even fuller and I feel my temperature rising. My body is shaking intensely. I fucking need him more than anything in the world. This man fucks me like it is our last night on earth.
I never want to be apart from him again, because that would be the end of my soul, of my happiness.
“I love you, Emmaline,” Ethan says, burying his face in my neck as his cock empties out more inside me.
We’re both breathing so heavy it almost feels like the bed is lifting and falling with our inhales and exhales.
And there’s more?
Let it be known, for I will shout it from the rooftops, that Ethan is a god of sex. I can’t even imagine what the hell he’s going to do to me tonight that he hasn’t already.
And then it hits me.
Okay, haha, not quite. But I know what’s up.
Ethan’s hands go to the rope on my wrists and he starts to untie my wrists. He rubs them both, working the blood back into them. My nipples get a jolt of lust at the blood rushing to me wrists. Guess I’m a kinky fucker, too? I’m a fan of this.
He moves to my ankles, and then he rubs them. My pussy jolts then, and my ass remembers.
Remembers the last spanking that he gave me.
“Ethan?” I ask.
He scoops me into his lap and kisses me. “Yes?”
“Are you going to spank me?” I ask, and I hope my voice totally betrays how turned on by this I am. If that’s not what he’s planning, I’m down for whatever, but I remember how intensely that felt before. My skin was on fire, and the pain and pleasure danced around, tortured by his bites and his touch, by the air, and it was just so incredibly satisfying.
We don’t have any barriers to break down. It sounds like a release that I need from the tensions of being away from him, though.
I realize he’s watching the wheels turning my mind. “Ethan?”
“Yes, I am. Over my knee,” he commands me, and I immediately obey.
“You’re the most important thing to me in the world. The ropes were punishment, in the nicest way imaginable. This spanking is more like a reward. A bonus package before we cuddle and pass the hell out after that workout,” Ethan says with a contented sigh. I don’t think I’ve ever seem my very intense man so very satisfied, and it pleases me so much I wiggle on his lap.
He rewards that with a swat, and I let out a little moan without thinking about it. That’s just what his touch does to me.