I pull the entire cock from my mouth, and the second it is out, Blake takes my hand and lifts me to my feet. He spins me around and unzips my dress. It falls to the floor, and his hands wrap around my breasts. I’m not wearing any panties, and I can feel his cock pressing into my ass.
“You look so goddamn good,” he murmurs and runs his hands over my ass before squeezing my flesh. “I’m going to fuck you nice and deep right now, Carrie. Just like you like it, baby. Yeah?”
“Please,” I whimper and close my eyes as he strokes my back. His strong fingers reach the small of my back, and he pushes me forward. I comply, bending myself over the couch, my ass in the air, pussy sloppy wet, just for him.
I brace myself for his huge cock to bury itself inside of me, but it doesn’t come. Instead, I gasp as he drops to his knees, wraps his hands around my ass, and plunges his tongue inside of me. He enjoys eating me out more than any other man I’ve ever heard of, but I love it. I feel like so naughty when he forces me to take his aggression, but it’s only for him. Like a deliciously dirty little secret. I love it. I love him.
I have to grab onto the couch for support as my knees nearly collapse. He tongues my pussy exactly how I like it. First, he licks my lips, running up and down them. He now runs the tip of his tongue over my clit. He licks it slowly at first, allowing for it to swell. He wraps his lips over it, sucking it. Faster and faster. He sucks it to my breathing, to my movements, and to the way I moan and tell him to keep going.
He pushes his tongue inside of me, then out, and then in again. He moves his tongue back to my clit, licking it. He sucks it. He licks it. I scream, and he continues.
I can feel myself about to come. I can feel my toes tingling and my body shaking. There’s a fire in my belly, and it is slowly spreading through my entire body. Once it envelops me, I will come all over his face.
But he knows this. He knows my body. Seconds before I do, he pulls his face from me and stands. I let out a gasp of air, wanting him to keep going, but also wanting him inside of me. I want to feel his cock stretching me. I want him to fill me with everything he has.
I’m still bent over, and he rubs the head of his cock against my lips. He presses it in slowly, and then pulls it out. He rubs it again, and I moan.
I am about to reach behind, grab it and shove it in myself, when he does it for me. I gasp as it slides into my tight pussy. One inch at a time. I shift my legs open, giving him extra room as he continues to push his thick cock all the way up to the hilt.
Inside of me now, he slowly pulls it back until it is about to pop out of me. As it reaches this point, he pushes himself forward again, all the way to the base. In and out, back and forth, he goes. He starts off slowly, and I get used to it. He increases in tempo, and I groan in pleasure. He increases again, and I scream.
His hand comes down on my firm ass, slapping me. I scream again, and I tell him to do it again. He does.
He punishes me. Harder, faster, he moves. In and out, back and forth. I bounce, too, moving my hips in rhythm to his own.
It has only been a few minutes, but I can already feel myself about to come. It was always going to be this way. He knows how to bring me to climax. He knows exactly what I want and how to give it to me. But more than that, I know that he is close, too.
As he punishes me, I feel his movements become more erratic, more unstable. He stops sliding all the way out. He grinds me now. His thrusts become harder, faster, shorter. His hands grip my ass. One of his hands grabs my hair and yanks it down.
I feel the fire in my belly again. I feel it spreading. I feel his cock, pulsating, stiffening, about to explode. It feels so damn good swelling inside of me, pressing against my pleasure points and beckoning me to release all over him. He’s taught me how to let go of any of my shyness in the bedroom and give myself over to him. I love the way he dominates me and forces me to come over and over before he finally takes his turn.
We don’t need to say anything. There is no need for him to warn me or me to warn him. He knew how to make me explode, and I was damn good at returning the favor. We were made for each other, and we knew it.
Together, at the same time, we come. My body stiffens as an electric pulse surges itself through my body. I feel his hot, sticky load fill me up. My toes scrunch, my back arches and I scream.
And once we are done, once he is empty, he stays inside of me. We both fall forward on the couch. He kisses the back of my neck and strokes my hair. I take his hand in mine and wrap my fingers in his.
He pulls himself from me and lays on the couch so I can snuggle into him. I do just that. And together, the two of us lie on the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms. Sure, it’s going to be hard without Ben here every day, but I have Blake, and as long as he is by my side, everything will be okay.