He pulls back out slowly, just to thrust with all his strength again. He does that over and over again—sliding out of me as slowly as possible, making me hold my breath, and then going back in harshly. It doesn’t take long for my eyes to be rolling in their orbits, my muscles tensing up as electricity pools in them. I’m like a bomb about to go off, and there’s no disarming me. With each thrust of his I can feel the clock ticking down - until it finally reaches zero.
A numbness blankets my mind as I come, but this time I don’t moan or scream. I try to, but the only sound that my throat produces is a weak groan. My muscles twitch as if I’m being electrocuted, adrenaline coursing through me as it mixes with a batch of endorphins—a pure cocktail of sinful decadence.
I collapse on top of the mattress, mentally and physically exhausted. Arsen gives me a break, pulling his cock out of me… But, of course, what he has in mind isn’t really a break: he starts kissing my neck, his lips tracing a downward line toward my breasts. He kisses the curve of my tits, lingering for a few seconds on each of my nipples, and then continues its descent toward the valley between my thighs. His kisses make my skin buzz and, the closer he gets to my pussy, the more my body starts to awaken from its stupor. When he finally reaches his target he starts by gently kissing my groins, taking his time as I recover from that mind numbing orgasm.
His lips go over every single inch of my inner thighs, carefully caressing my skin before he finally dives in: parting his lips, he fits them around my clit and sucks it in, circling it with his tongue at the same time. Feeling as if pleasure itself was stabbing me in the spine, I thrust, pressing my pussy against his mouth; he responds by opening it wide, placing it over my labia and sucking on my folds.
Feeling my lungs and heart about to explode, I try to calm myself and breathe deeply, but that’s an almost impossible task. The more I try to do it, the more furiously he starts to lick me, his mouth completely ravaging me. As he starts to slide his tongue past my labia and into my pussy, he presses his forearm across my waist and his thumb over my clit, massaging it. Even though even my soul is burning, I can’t fight the urges that beg my mind for more: I sway my hips back and forth and from side to side, rubbing my mouth against his face as I start to succumb again.
For the millionth time today, I come. I bury my fingers in his hair and keep him in place as I thrust as hard as I can, my pussy pressed tight against his mouth. I let the waves of pleasure crash against my soul, rapture enveloping me. Right now I’m on cloud nine, just on the corner of the seventh heaven: if ecstasy has an address, this has to be it.
As he slowly pulls back, I know that I won’t be able to keep this going for much longer. For the first time since we started fucking, I literally feel on the verge of truly collapsing. Like with most drugs, I guess I can also OD on Arsen’s cock—which, to be honest, doesn’t really sound like a bad thing.#p#分页标题#e#
Even so, I don’t want to give up. My body might be shutting down, but my mind will push through. So I do what I have to. I roll on the bed, going on all fours as I feel his eyes going straight to my ass. Getting up in a hurry, he gets out of the bed and grabs me by the waist, pulling me back so that my knees are on the edge of the mattress; standing up, he positions himself behind me, running two fingers over the length of my pussy before pressing his body against mine. I feel the outline of his abs with my ass, but I don’t have the time to focus on them; in just another second he has his cock between my thighs, my labia parting as he pushes it in. I arch my back as he slowly eases himself in, that sweet thickness of his straining against my insides.
“Fuck me, Arsen…” I beg. “As hard as you can.” I can’t even believe I’m saying this. I can barely hold the position I’m in, let alone survive the fucking I begged for. But, oh well… If I can’t survive it, at least that’ll be a nice way to go. Oh, okay, I know, I know… Sometimes I get too dramatic. But what do you want? I just can’t help but act over the top whenever Arsen is concerned. I mean, who would have thought that I’d do all the crazy things I’ve done with him? Never once in my life did I believe I’d have a sex life like this. For God’s sake, with him to come three times is just a standard affair! This is what fantasies are made of. And if you’re jealous of me, well, that’s something that I can understand. But Arsen Hawke is mine, and I’m not really inclined to share. Sorry.
And yes, I said it: Arsen Hawke is mine. And I love him. I admit it, and I accept it. Still, it’s not easy… Even though I know how I feel toward him, there’s still one problem, and that problem is King Henry. My mystery king. As much as I try to do it, I simply can’t push him out of my mind. The man has sunk his hooks into me, and I have no idea how to take them off.