“I want… I want you to fuck me, Arsen. Please, fuck me,” I beg again, my trembling fingers starting to unbuckle his belt. Somehow, I manage to do it, and then I automatically unzip his pants. His massive cock strains against his underwear, pushing at my fingers, and I turn my wrist around so that I can grab it. I’m so high in ecstasy right now that his cock seems even bigger, almost as if I can’t even grab it with just one hand; I tug his boxer briefs down and, taking my other hand to his shaft, grab it as harshly as I can. “Please” I repeat, stroking him with both hands as I breath hard against his chest. My body feels so weak I can barely lift my head.
“Since you’re asking so nicely,” he says, picking me up from the floor with a sudden movement. I place my arms around his neck as he walks across the living room; he puts me down in the couch, and I summon whatever strength I still have inside of me and go on all fours, jutting my ass back at him as I sway it from side to side.
I let out a loud moan as he smacks my buttocks with the back of his hand, the pain travelling upward to my brain and turning into pleasure somewhere along the way. He does it again and again, the sound of his hand against my flesh a maddening sensual song.
When he stops, my back is arched and I’m thrusting my hips back at him. He brushes two fingers over my folds and then, pressing his glans against my inner lips, he thrusts with one quick and masterful movement. With one arm around my waist he places his two fingers over my clit as he starts to thrust, his cock pounding into me in the most sweet and savage way. Somehow, these two things aren’t contradictory; Arsen knows how to fuck and make love at the same time. The best of both worlds. It really makes me wonder… Why did I waste so much time with losers like Peter? A 5-inch cock? Please! And, besides, Arsen is much more of a man than my loser ex will be ever be… And, unlike how it was with Peter, I really love Arsen.
Wait—what did I just say? I love Arsen? I could lie and tell you that I just thought this because my brain is all scrambled from the way he’s fucking me… But I won’t do that. It’s time to admit it: I’m falling in love with Arsen Hawke. The problem is that as I finally realize this, I realize something else as well—King Henry is as much in my mind as Arsen is. In a way, I’m falling for him too. Now you truly must think I’ve lost my mind, I know.
There’s no time to think this through, though—his arm around my waist, Arsen pulls me into him as he rolls to the side, my body following his as he lies back on the couch. I’m sitting on top of his cock, my back turned to him, so I do the only thing I can: I start to rock my body back and forth, my body still burning with pleasure.
His hands are on my ass as I sway my hips, and I close my eyes and bite down on my lip, imagining the way he must be looking at my ass cheeks bouncing. I throw my head back, my hair falling down my shoulders, and I cup my own breasts, squeezing them eagerly as I moan. I ride him as hard as I can, my muscles aching from the effort; I can already feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead, so I take that as a sign that I’m on the right path.
“You look lovely from here,” he says, and I can’t help but smile. I was right; he was really staring at my ass as we fuck. I never actually cared if the men I've been with looked at me while we fucked, but with Arsen I relish that. What could be better than having the man of your dreams looking lustfully at your body while his cock is buried deep inside of you?
My skin boiling, I feel sweat on every single pore, beads sliding down my spine as I jump up and down on his cock. I ride myself into oblivion, and I only stop when I feel my pussy tightening around his cock; my whole body tenses up and, gritting my teeth, I scream as loud as I can, my voice bouncing off the walls with enough strength to shatter glass.
Then, not wanting to waste a single second, I turn around, his cock still inside of me. I’m facing him now, so I lean forward and press my mouth against his as I start to rock my body again. He starts to thrust as well, and it doesn’t take long for his movements to make the sway of my body almost meaningless. I stop then, sitting on top of him as he bucks his hips at me; he can’t stop ravaging me even when I’m on top. That’s obvious, of course… Arsen is not the type of man who just lays back and lets his woman do the job. Oh, no, he relishes every opportunity to show me who’s truly in charge.
“Oh, God,” I sigh, my tits bouncing up and down as he rams his cock into me. His thighs are slapping my ass once more, his member working furiously as the first thunder of ecstasy roars inside my mind. A few heartbeats and thunder turns into a raging storm, every fiber in my body tensing up before I finally blow up, my lips flailing as I come. I breathe hard through my gritted teeth, my head resting against his chest as I cum my brains out.