The second is when he pushes his head inside me.
My body tenses against the thick, hard invasion. He pauses for a handful of seconds. The hand trapping my ankle pushes my leg back further, opening me wider.
He drives once more into me. Manages to insert himself just past the head. I wince and cry out. His chest heaves and the rattle of his exhales transmits electronically.
“Motherfucker!”
Behind the blindfold, my eyes water. My nasal passage tingles with an onslaught of shocked tears as he presses himself deeper inside me. “Ah!”
“I need to be inside you, Lucky.”
“You’re too big,” I gasp when he subtly withdraws and attempts again.
“You’re too fucking tight,” he grits out. Fingers land on my clit and massage with pinpoint expertise that floods me instantly. But even the renewed wetness only affords him another couple of inches. “Jesus, relax for me, baby. That’s it. Relax.”
The combination of his voice and the massage releases some of my tension. The burn is still beyond intense, but Q’s cock progresses along my channel. Deeper. Fuller.
“Breathe, Lucky.” The instruction is terse, filled with a savage hunger that tells me one wrong move could see this thing spiral out of control.
I take a much needed breath, and he pushes in to my hilt simultaneously. I’m filled to capacity, no more room at the inn.
“Fuck!” He releases my ankle and his fingers leave my clit to trail up my body to my breasts. I feel him rock forward just before he palms them both and rolls the peaks between his fingers. “I fucking love your breasts.”
My moan ends in a hoarse gasp when he starts to fuck me. Long strokes that end in little rams, my whole body jerks with each penetration.
Moans turn into whimpers as another dimension of pleasure sidles alongside the burn. A mixture of pleasure and pain, it tramples through me, builds with every breath. I’m not sure what it does to my pussy, but Q groans as his mouth closes over one nipple.
“God, yes! Give it to me, baby. Give me every inch of that beautiful cunt.”
I want to tell him he has it all. But my mind is fracturing, the feel of Q’s cock inside me so unbelievably glorious, I can’t form words. He fucks me fast and hard, drives me to the edge, then slows the tempo. My body doesn’t care that it has already climaxed twice. Hunger I’ve never felt before ramps up my spine.
I’m twisting and turning. My hips surge up to meet his when he lets me. Which isn’t for very long.#p#分页标题#e#
He releases my breasts after one long suck and hooks his arms under my knees. If I thought I was stretched wide before, this is a testament that I can be stretched more.
Clearly, the few yoga sessions were doing their job. Strong arms plant on either side of my waist. The camera follows his move. He pulls out all the way to the tip, then rams hard inside me.
“Q!”
“Who owns this pussy?” he grunts.
“You! You do.”
“Fuck, yeah.” He pulls out, thrusts again. Then the true pounding starts.
Q wasn’t kidding about what he intended to do to me. The desecration will never see me whole again. I feel it in my soul as he takes complete control of me.
The intensity of his fucking registers on every inch of my body. My wrists throb where the rope secures me, but even that discomfort intensifies the pleasure. I’m near to combustion when he suddenly pulls out of me and flips me over.
The breath is knocked out of me and my whole body is quivering on the brink. I want to scream and beg for him to fill me again. Before I can do either, he’s opening my legs and his mouth is on me again. He eats my hungry pussy, his tongue probing where his cock has possessed as he molds my ass in his big hands. For endless minutes, he feasts on my clit, his caresses growing rougher and the sounds from his throat progressively more feral.
Sharp predatory instincts know when I’m about to come because he rears up again and, keeping me pinned to the bed, rams back inside me.
“Agh!”
“Motherfucker!”
Powerful thighs planted on either side of my hips, he circles my waist in his hands. I’m completely immobile. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. And he fucks the living shit out of me.
I’m a babbling wreck begging, screaming to come. Sweat from his body drips down my back by the time he snarls his permission. The convulsions that shatter through me triggers a shout from him. My insides are on fire, squeezing the life out of the thick cock buried inside me.
He withdraws and fights his way back through my rippling muscles with another animal grunt. And then, he’s flooding me with jet streams of cum.
“Jesus!”