Jailbait(50)

I press my legs against his head, my whole body trembling as I come. And, dear God, I come hard. I scream hard, the muscles around my neck straining as the loud sound flies past my gritted teeth. My muscles twitch and burn, all the tension that accumulated on them finally set free.

As I come down from my orgasm, I slowly pull my pussy from his mouth. But then, the moment I no longer feel his lips on my labia, I decide I still want more. I move forward, getting his head out from between my thighs, and turn around; then I move my hips toward his face again, slowly easing down my pussy against his mouth as I lean forward, my hand reaching for his cock. I point his member toward me and, parting my lips, I let his glans rest easily over my tongue. Inch by inch, I let it slide deep inside of me, his pulsing shaft pushing against the inside of my cheeks as it goes.

A violent shiver goes up my spine, Lucien placing both his hands on my buttocks and licking the whole length of my pussy with an insatiable hunger. Bobbing my head back and forth, my movements become erratic as his finger brush over my ass crack, his fingertips hovering my anus. Licking me fast and viciously, he presses one finger gently against my hole, my insides clenching as I feel his touch.

My movements are wild and completely out of control, my hips swaying back and forth as his tongue tries to keep up. I grind against his face as I savor his hard cock, my mind overwhelmed with the barrage of sensations that are hitting it all at once.

Then, he pushes his finger inside my ass just an inch, and the time bomb inside my body goes off. I pull his cock out of my mouth and moan loudly, my throat already starting to feel sore. Sitting back up, I press my pussy down against his mouth, his tongue pushing through and resting inside of me.

To feel this much pleasure should be illegal; it’s more addicting than any existing drug. Just one taste and you’re hooked for the rest of your life. I know that because I’m hooked… I’m a complete addict, but I’m lucky enough to be loved back by this perfect man. Lucien Stone. My Lucien Stone.

Breathing raggedly, I roll to the side, sprawling my arms to the side as my muscles still insist on twitching. I feel Lucien sitting up, but I don’t even open my eyes. Right now, there’s nothing I can do besides laying down like a used rag.

“Tired already?” He asks, his voice piercing through the fog in my mind and bringing me back to life. I force my eyelids open and stare into his eyes, a twinkle there.

“Never,” I tell him, the corner of my lips curling into a smile. With that, I prop myself up on my elbows, my hands going to his chest. I force him to lie down again and, summoning whatever strength still lies in me, I climb on top of him. This time is the real deal.

I grab his cock and point it upward, and then ease myself down as slowly as I can. My eyes roll in their orbits as his glans forces my labia apart, and I finally let go of his member. Taking a deep breath, I go all in, pushing my body down and allowing his cock to impale me. I feel it going through me like a spear, violently straining against my inner walls and stretching my insides.

My hands on his chest, I take a deep breath before I start moving, my body still trying to process and adapt to the huge cock inside of me. I smile as I feel his heartbeat against the palm of my hand, a steady and confident rhythm there; this heart right here, it’s beating for me.

That smile still on my lips, I start to rock my body, going back and forth over his cock. His hands are on my ass again, gently guiding the pendulum motion of my hips, making sure that with each passing second I go faster. Soon enough he’s bucking his hips at me, thrusting with such strength that I have to stop moving and simply surrender to the hard pounding that he’s unleashing upon me.

Wild and furious, he fucks me like every woman deserves to be fucked—with a blend of savagery and love, a mix of contradictory ideas that hold hands and unleash hell upon both mind and body. It might be a stuck up thing to say, but I never shied away from saying what I think to be the truth: I am the luckiest woman on Earth. I just am. And that because Lucien Stone crossed paths with me, sending my whole life into disarray and turning it upside down. Was it easy? No, no it wasn’t. But here am I now, my heart brimming with happiness… and lust.

Still thrusting hard, he lays his hand heavily against my ass, smacking me harshly. I moan, anticipating another smack, and just like that he does it again, the palm of his hand hitting my flesh with a loud sound.

Each time he hits me, I moan, my body close to reaching the boiling point. I throw my head back as he keeps thrusting, and I let one hand slide down my chest and toward my pussy. My fingers right above my clit, I start to move my hand in fast circles, rubbing that burning spot in my pussy until I simply can’t take it anymore. My muscles are as rigid as concrete, all my bones becoming electrified as Lucien's thrusts grow more vicious.