I take my hands to his back and dig my fingernails on his muscles; he still has a few red marks on his chest from the last time we were together, so why not give him an equal memento on his back? I claw at him, and that makes him piston into me even harder. Turning my head to the side and parting my lips, I start nibbling at his ear, the soft cartilage hugged tightly by my teeth. I bite down harder than I should have, but he doesn't even seem to notice. With my tongue I trace a downward line to his neck, and then I bite him there too, hard enough to leave a mark. He groans slightly, but I'm not sure if he has even registered where the pain has come from. He's lost in a whirlwind of lust, fucking me as if he was born with that single purpose in mind.
"Oh, fuck!" I blurt out suddenly, his cock driving deeper into me. A sharp pain goes up my spine, but the moment it reaches my brain it has already turned into sweet pleasure. I open my mouth to moan, but I end up screaming; ecstasy whips me, and I come so hard I start to see dark spots on the edge of my eyes. I have to take a deep breath so that I don't pass out, the raw energy that roams free through my body almost too much for me. Almost.
"This is going to be good," Lance whispers into my ear, slowing down his rhythm. God, I'm trembling all over and he still keeps fucking me, not allowing me a minute's rest. He works me with his cock until my fingernails are like knives on his back, stabbing his chiseled muscles as madness takes over me. There's a hard pressure mounting inside of me, but there's also a weird feeling on my insides.
"Lance, I--"
"Shh … Just let go," he whispers. I'm not sure if he knows what's going on inside my body, but his words have a soothing effect on me. I do exactly as he tells me to and just let go. The moment I relax, I go thermonuclear-my mind goes blank and I feel my pussy spasming and gushing at the same time. I moan, a wild laugh climbing up my throat. Sweet Jesus, I'm squirting! I feel the fluids dripping down my inner thighs to the sheets, drenching them in the juices of sinful ecstasy.
"You're going to be the end of me," I whisper into his ear, feeling dizzy. I take my legs out of his back and sprawl myself on the mattress, completely spent. He takes his cock out of me, slowly, and then lies down by my side.
"No, I won't be the end of you," he says with a chuckle, running his hand up my side. "You're woman enough to take it." I turn to him, a tender smile on my lips.
"Yes … And I'm your woman, Lance," I tell him, enjoying the sound of the words on my mouth. He smiles back at him, gently, and brushes his hand against my cheek.
"I'm lucky I found you," he says, running his hand through my hair. "You're … perfect." My heart melts at his words. Here he is, a 21-year-old with the world at his feet … He has his whole future ahead of him, and there are countless young hot women throwing themselves at his feet … And yet, here he is with me, whispering me promises of love. By the time I turned 36, I had almost given up on love; I never expected for it to come knocking at my door like this, in the shape of someone almost young enough to be my son.
"We're perfect," I correct him, softly brushing my lips against his and running my tongue over them.
"We are," he agrees. Then, looking into my eyes, his smile turns into the Devil's grin. "And do you know what's also perfect? What I'm about to do to you." He sits up on the bed and I do the same; he grabs me by the waist and makes me go on all fours, kneeling behind me. He squeezes my cheeks gently, his long fingers over my ass. Then I hear him hold his breath and I brace for impact: he smacks me hard with the back of his hand, my cheeks bouncing as he touches me. He does it over and over again, the loud sound of his smacks filling the whole room. The sharp pain makes me grit my teeth, but it makes me ache for his touch even more … There really is something to be said about using pain to cause pleasure.
Stopping, he runs the tip of his middle finger over the length of my crack, stopping right before my asshole. I sway my hips from side to side, urging him to go on, and he presses his fingertip over it. My insides clench and, a heartbeat after that, he starts to slide his finger in, slowly prodding my insides.
"Mm," I moan, my mind numbed by the feeling.
"This right here," he says, sliding his finger in and out of my ass, "it's mine. It's mine and I want it." The tone of his voice leaves no room for doubts: he's going to take my ass, and I don't have a say about it. Which suits me just fine, knowing that he wants to fuck me there is enough to make me desperate for it. My cheeks become flushed as I think about it, and there's a deep sense of urgency inside of me. It's high time to feel his cock inside my ass. "But you have to beg for me to do it."
I don't even need for him to say it twice.
"I want you … " He twists his finger inside of me, and I gasp. I have to take a deep breath before I can continue. "I want you to fuck me … I want you to fuck my ass. Please."
"Good," he whispers, leaning forward. He takes his finger out of my ass, and grabbing his cock, rubs it along my crack, moving his glans so that it's pressing against my hole. A needle of anxiety prickles my mind then-is he going to fit? Is it going to hurt? I mean, to have a cock as huge as his inside of my ass … It's already an impressive feat to have him inside my pussy. "Don't worry," he says, almost as if he could read my mind, "I'll take it slow."
"I trust you," I tell him, looking over my shoulder at him. He winks mischievously at me, and I close my eyes, looking down at the mattress as I prepare for it. His cock is still drenched in my fluids so, as he presses it against my ass, I feel the tip sliding in, stretching me wide. "Oh, God!" I gasp, his thickness straining to get in. "Oh, God!" It's almost too much for me to bear, but I don't want him to stop. I want his cock all in me, stretching me wide and fucking me in such a way that I won't be able to sit up straight for days. This is going to be intense.
He takes his time, sliding inch by inch as slowly as he can. I moan all the way, a thunderstorm raging inside my head. Keep it together, keep it together, I think to myself, breathing heavily and trying not to pass out. This feels too good. Sure, it hurt a little as he slid it in, but the pleasure I take from it … Oh, God, the pleasure. Every woman should feel this much pleasure, at least once in their lives. You just don't know you're alive until you have a twelve-inch cock sliding down your ass. And, right now, I'm as alive as I could be.
"Are you alright?" he asks me, almost all of his twelve inches inside of me.
"I'm … I'm … " I can't speak, sweet Jesus. "I'm fine … Fuck me, Lance. Just fuck me." I beg, grabbing at the sheets as I prepare for an avalanche of ecstasy to overtake me. Still moving slowly, he starts to rock his hips, making his cock slide in and out of my ass. "Fuck!" I cry out loud, my ass straining to survive his thrusts. Oh, but who cares about survival? I start to thrust back, pushing through the sweet pain and urging Lance to unleash all of his wickedness upon me. He takes the hint pretty quickly: his hands on my waist, he holds me in place as he starts to pick up the pace. I moan incoherently as he fucks me, completely destroying me. My insides are burning, the sweet drug of climax coursing through my veins.
"HARDER!" I shout as loud as I can, my throat aching to let the words out. I'm so close to coming I can already feel it bubbling up to the surface. Like I told him to, Lance starts to go harder, his thighs slapping my ass incessantly until my whole body grows numb. "Fuck, fuck … " I hiss through gritted teeth, my muscles tensing up only to start twitching immediately after.
I don't think I have ever come this hard. I'm screaming so hard my throat feels raw, and it's like flames are lapping at my skin from the inside out. My mind is an incoherent mess of rambling thoughts, and it feels as if I've descended into a world of insanity. Tears are going down my face, and I can feel their saltiness as they go over my lips.
Lance pulls his cock out, carefully, and I collapse on the bed, stomach down. I don't think I have ever felt this exhausted in my entire life. Opening my eyes, I try and force myself not to drift off; after all, we're not done yet. How could we be done if I still haven't tasted his seed yet?
Rolling to my back, I reach for his cock, summoning whatever strength is left inside my body as I start to stroke him. My arm moving fast, I'm jerking him almost too violently; he doesn't seem to care, though. His head thrown back and his eyes shut close, he's groaning loudly, completely lost in pleasure.