“Bad. I want it bad,” I mutter. Taking pity on me, he brushes his glans against my lips, moving it from side to side as I open my mouth slightly. Patiently, he allows his shaft to slide inside of me, the salty taste of his precum flooding me. With his hands on my hair once again, he guides the movements of my head, making me go back and forth over his throbbing member. I keep doing it until the muscles in my neck start to hurt, and then he takes the lead: keeping my head in place he starts to thrust, his shaft going in and out of me at a breakneck speed. I moan as he fucks my mouth, the sound of it travelling up my throat and vibrating through his cock.
Then, no warning at all, he stops and pulls his cock out of my mouth. Without a word, he rolls to the side and lays his back on the mattress.
“Let’s make this more interesting,” he says, that contagious grin of his making my pulse quicken. He doesn’t even need to explain, I just know what he wants me to do. Moving fast, I sit up and turn around, my ass to him; I open my legs and move toward him, placing my knees on the side of his head. I ease myself down, his mouth once more on my pussy as I lean forward, grabbing his cock by the root. Pointing his shaft upward, I open my mouth and let it roll over my lips.
My hips are being guided by unconscious desire, the strings of sinful pleasure working me like a puppet. I rub my pussy against his mouth as I suck on him, and we pleasure each other like that for God knows how long, the notion of time just an abstract concept now. Seconds stretch into minutes, and minutes seem like a whole eternity - all that matters right now is the way he’s pushing his tongue past my folds, and the way his thickness pulses against my tongue. I could say that there’s nothing better than having in my mouth, but I just can’t ignore the fact that it feels much better when it’s buried deep inside my pussy.
Riding his face, I only stop when my pussy starts to tighten up, waves of pleasure crash against the edges of my mind and, before I know it, I’m coming again. We haven’t even started fucking and I’m already coming for the third time. If the Olympics of Sex were a thing, Arsen and I would be gold medalists; I have no doubt about it.
I pull his cock out of my mouth, a deep moan bouncing off the walls the moment his tip pops out. My eyes roll in their orbits, static electricity running under my skin as every single muscle in my body twitches and trembles.
Sighing deeply, I roll to the side, my arms sprawled as I lay on the mattress by his side. I look at him, grinning, and press my mouth against his; he pushes his tongue past my lips and I taste my pussy’s juices in him, their flavor giving me renewed energy. I bite my lower lip and sit up on the bed, once again climbing on top of him. Straddling him, I point his cock toward my pussy and ease myself down; but before I can guide his length home, he grabs me by the waist, stopping me from doing it.
“No,” he says sternly, an expression of mischievousness on his face. “You didn’t beg for it…” He teases me, holding me tightly. I try to fight against his hold, but it’s useless. There’s no way I’m going to feel his cock on me unless he hears me begging.
“Please, Arsen. Please,” I whisper, still trying to ease myself down on him.
“That doesn’t sound very sincere, Ash. Try harder,” he says with a grin, not letting go.
“Please, please. I need you to fuck me… I need to feel your cock inside of me. I’ll do anything.” The words fall out from my lips easily, each one of them brimming with true desperation.
“That’s more like it,” he smiles, taking his hands out of my waist. I go down immediately, his cock burying itself in me to the hilt as a shrill scream leaves my lips. Gosh, there’s truly no better thing in the world than having a cock like Arsen’s straining against my inner walls, his veiny shaft ramming me hard.
When all his cock is inside of me I start to sway my hips, rocking my body back and forth as I lean forward and place my hands over his chest. I curl my fingers, my fingernails digging into his chest, but he doesn't’ even register it; he simply bucks his hips at me, forcing me to stop moving as his thrusts grow harder and more violent. I just close my eyes and surrender to him, letting him fuck me with the ferocity of a man that demands nothing less than the whole world.
“Oh, God,” I sigh, his shaft burning its way through my pussy. Pleasure stabs at my mind, poking holes in it as my hormones get thrown into disarray. My pussy tightens around his cock like a murderous vice and I claw at his chest, coming so hard I half-expect my heart to simply burst.
I’m still trying to catch my breath when he sits up, his cock still in me. His eyes lock on mine, and leaning forward, he whispers into my ear.