Pressing my bruised-with-kisses lips together, I moan at being filled up with Magnus’s cock.
He draws a thumb to my clit, pressing his palm to my stomach, and the pressure drives me wild. Daddy sure knows how to ring a doorbell, I think. I would laugh, on the inside, at this, but I’m too busy focusing on remembering to breathe with the intensity of sensation.
Magnus fucks like a demon, damning me to wicked pleasure in every moment. My back burns with the slam against the door, but the pain is more than welcome. He fucks me in a needy way, in the hungry way his cock slams into me again and again. He couldn’t wait to get me anywhere else. He couldn’t wait to bury himself inside of me. His hands touch my body; his mouth wanders hungrily over my skin. But the first thing Magnus does? He kisses me, then he fucks me, and then he kisses me more. I’ve never felt more wanted in my life. My body shudders in ecstasy around him. My body is hopelessly pinned beneath his desires. Sonic waves of sound and pleasure reverberate through my body as Magnus pounds his cock into my pussy again and again. I taste his need, and moans build low in my throat to forecast my own need.
“Magnus!” I cry out as the speed of his cock slamming into me, and his thumb working over my clit, threaten to seize me. I don’t know if I’m begging to cum, announcing that I will, or begging him to force me to hold out again. I don’t know if I want him to cum inside, on me, or what. I just know that his name is the only thing on my mind now. I want to shout his name but I only manage the small sound because I’m overthrown with sensation. My body is an extension of every place where he touches me.
“Goddamn,” Magnus says with a laugh. He pulls his hand from my clit. Lifting me up from the door, I wrap my legs around him to make sure his cock doesn’t leave me. He carries me to my bedroom and lays me on the bed. “I feel like a damn teenager,” Magnus says, laughing again. “I need to fuck you more than I need air in my lungs. I want to seat my cock in your pussy and fuck you till the sun comes up and then start all over again.” Magnus tucks some of my hair behind my ear, his bicep flexed in front of me for this simple move.
I’m drinking in the sight of him like I’ve never seen a naked man before. I’ve never seen such an Adonis before like the body of Magnus. He’s so good looking it looks like he was carved from marble.
His eyes meet mine, and though he’s still fucking me so hard that the slamming wet sound of his cock entering me is piercing the very air, there’s something tender in how he regards me in that gaze. “Do you know how good you look piped full of my dick and moaning, your eyes rolling back, your body swaying and sweating?”
Even if I could answer him, my eyes are rolling back in their orbits and I’m putting all my energy into using the leverage I have from my feet locked together behind Magnus’s back and I’m lifting my ass up to meet every stroke of Magnus’s cock into my pussy. I am meeting every surge into me with an eager clenching of my inner walls around him and my body coming to take his. I sheath him in me and squeeze him with my inner muscles so strongly I feel the burn within me. I feel the sweat all over my body.
I feel his fingers capturing the sweat between my breasts. He brings those fingers to his mouth, sensually sucking them with that impossibly gorgeous mouth. I want to sink my teeth into his lip. I want to flip Magnus over and ride him until he's cumming. My own orgasm threatens to return and, still, I don’t let myself ride the wave. I want to live forever on the precipice of that incredible pleasure that he offers.
It isn’t as if I cum, the fun ends; the way Magnus is fucking me now is just the beginning. But the torturous feeling of being on the edge of an orgasm but not giving into it only heightens the ecstasy that surges through me every time he pumps into my pussy.
His enormous cock thrusts into me, his balls slamming against my ass and his hips hammering him home, and Magnus pulls out and back to fuck deeper into me each time with long, swift strokes. His cock is covered in the cream of my pussy keeping him slick to the point that my pussy is actually slippery. Magnus cups my ass, squeezing my cheeks and fingers digging in to claim me, and holds me up to keep burying himself inside of me.
Every tantalizing second his cock is out of me I feel my wetness blooming around the bedspread and running down my thighs and my ass. I see his hands, holding me, are covered in my arousal, slick and shiny as my pussy is. I watch that huge cock enter my pussy again and again, the skin pinky red and my whole body flushed as he pumps that massive cock into me.
My inner walls squeeze around him, strangling his cock as he’s thrusting into me. Magnus fucking me feels like the most perfect thing in the world. I never want him to stop fucking me.