Mr. President 1(166)
“No,” I say dryly, taking both my hands to his ass and trying to pull him in, forcing him to trust. But he remains still, frozen in place as the Devil’s grin burns on his face.
“Then,” he starts and, still grabbing his cock, starts moving it up and down, brushing its tip along the length of my pussy, “you won’t get this.”
“I will,” I hiss, “I will.” I repeat to myself, trying to fool myself that if I say it enough times he’ll end up doing it. But the fire in his eyes tells me that it won’t happen; no, he’s as stubborn as I am, and this is a battle of wills.
“Then beg,” he says it again, and my hands turn into claws as I dig my fingernails into his ass cheeks, doing my best to force me into me. But all I manage to do is make him grin even more.
“You beg,” I shoot back at him, my chest rising and falling as I start to run out of air, anticipation making my lungs collapse. Finally, he does something, but it’s not what I expect, he puts my leg down and then, grabbing me by the arm, pulls me off the wall and pushes me into the living room. I stumble and grab at the edge of his couch to steady myself; he’s on me before I can say anything, pulling me into him and forcing me to thrust my ass back. He places his cock in the space between my thighs and starts to slide his shaft over my drenched folds.
“You’ll beg, babe,” he says, a deep certainty in his voice, “you just don’t know it yet.” He angles his cock up and, slightly thrusting, forces his cock to part my inner lips. I open my mouth and moan, my body tricked into believing he’s going to thrust, but he just keeps still, half of his cock inside of me as my pussy and mind boil at the same time. Oh, God, I can’t do this; I can’t resist it. I just can’t.
“Fuck me, Austin, just fuck me already,” I hiss through gritted teeth, my face contorted in an expression of painful anticipation. I never needed a cock inside my pussy as I do now. I need it more than I need the air to breathe.
“You know what you have to do,” he says, and I can feel the teasing tone in his words, victory permeating the sound of his voice. He knows he has already won. Fuck, I give up.
“Fuck me, Austin, please. I need it, I need it bad,” I cry out, barely believing that I’m begging someone to fuck me. I’m begging! I've never done anything like this in my entire life, but now that I’ve begun I just can’t stop myself. “Please… I need you inside of me… I’ll do anything, I --”
One thrust of his and I fall silent. I don’t even moan or scream; my mouth just hangs open as he pushes his shaft inside of me, his thickness straining against my inner walls on the way in. I feel a scream inside of me, but the pleasure I’m feeling right now is so intense that I can’t even bring myself to the point of screaming. I’m in a limbo, drifting between consciousness and the depths of irrationality. Even though I’m more than experienced when men are concerned, I never knew that a man’s cock could make me feel something quite like this.#p#分页标题#e#
When his cock is deep inside of me, his long inches pushing back against my inner walls, Austin takes one hand to my stomach and slides it over to my right breast. Squeezing it softly, he leans in and whispers into my ear. “See? Not that hard, right?” And then he slides his cock out and then in again. He starts to thrust, first at a slow pace, but it grows in a hurry, the sound of his thighs slapping my ass cheeks seem to drown every other sound, and that’s everything that my brain can process... aside from how it feels to be completely filled by a massive cock, that is.
Placing his free arm over my back, he forces me to go down and, placing my forearms across the edge of his couch, that’s exactly what I do. My back is arched and my legs are a straight line as I bend by the waist; it’s in that position that Austin places both his hands on my waist, hooking his fingers on my hips, and starts to pound me with such intensity that I’m afraid I might pass out. And no, I’m not exaggerating; what I’m feeling is so… so amazing, so intense, that it’s pushing me to the edges of what I thought was humanly possible. To feel this much pleasure should be a sin.
“Fuck,” I hear him curse, the sound of his coming at me as if he’s miles away. “You’re so fucking tight,” he says, and I can’t help but smile at that. Even though I worked as a porn star, I still managed to remain as tight as a sweet innocent woman giving her first steps into the world of sex. Still, I wonder, for someone with a cock like his, every woman on Earth must feel tight.