Mr. President 1(95)

I cross my legs behind his back, locking him in place as he thrusts. My hands are now on his chest, my fingernails digging in his pectorals as his body sways.

“Harder,” I tell him, not even sure if I can take it. But harder he goes, his hips moving so fast that a wild numbness spreads from my pussy toward all of my limbs. I lay back as he fucks me, my pussy tightening around his cock like a vice. Breathing hard as if I’m about to suffocate, I arch my back as my body tenses up. “Don’t… stop!” I shout, fireworks exploding inside my head as I come. He keeps thrusting through my orgasm, my fingers clawing at his chest as sweet release takes control of me.

I’m screaming like a madwoman, my limbs flailing as if I were having a seizure. Even so, he doesn’t ease up; somehow, he starts going even faster, not allowing my orgasm to crawl back to wherever it came from. Instead, he keeps it alive inside my muscles, fucking me until I have to scream again, another explosion taking place inside of my head. I come for the second time in a row, the first time that has ever happened in my life. Two orgasms in the space of a few heartbeats? I thought that was something that only happened in books!

“Oh God,” I mutter as Arsen slows down, gently pulling his cock out of me. I’m almost reluctant to let it go, but I know there’s still more to come. Way more.

I don’t even know where I find the strength to do it, but supporting myself on my elbows, I sit up. Moving with cat-like movements, I push Arsen down on the floor and climb on top of him, straddling him. I grab his cock, pointing it at my pussy as my eyes lock into his—there’s hunger there, one that I just know will consume me. And that’s exactly what I want to happen. To be consumed by Arsen Hawke.

I ease myself down on his cock, biting on my lower lip as I feel his thickness parting my labia and sliding in. I let him go all the way in and, the moment his cock is sheathed in me, I start swaying my hips back and forth. He grabs me by the ass, bucking his hips at me as I move; we become one like that, our motion one and the same.#p#分页标题#e#

With my hands on his chest, we go slowly and tenderly, his cock gently sliding in and out of my pussy as our bodies rock. I lean forward, gently brushing my lips against his. I arch my back then, and start to move faster; he matches my movements by thrusting harder as well, the sound of his thighs slapping against my buttocks filling the whole room. It doesn’t take long for us to be lost in a frenzy of motion, thick beads of sweat pooling on my forehead.

We keep moving until I’m soaked in sweat, stray locks of hair plastered to my forehead. I feel beads of it running down my back and, even though I feel the claws of exhaustion reaching for me, I keep moving furiously over his cock. Wanting to go one step further, I stop moving just for the time necessary for me to plant my feet by the side of his thighs. Without taking his cock from inside of me, I lift my body up and squat down over his waist, allowing his cock to go even deeper than before.

We change glances and his lips curl upward into a grin as he reaches for me, two of his fingers pressing down on my clit as go. I feel that electric pulse inside of me once more, and just a few heartbeats after that, a tiny spark of pleasure turns into a wildfire of delight.

My pussy clenches around his cock and I ease myself down, my knees touching the floor once again. I lean forward, my forearms across his chest as I tremble in ecstasy. I can’t even moan or scream anymore; my vocal chords have reached their limit, and all they can produce is a small croak of pleasure.

I roll to the side limply, spreading both arms and legs on the floor as I stare at the ceiling, my chest rising and falling at a quick pace. God, I’m so exhausted… And still, I want more! I don’t know what Arsen does to me, but whenever I’m with him I turn into an insatiable beast. Which works just fine, since he seems even more insatiable than I am. Between the sheets, we’re truly a match made in Heaven. That is, if we were between any sheets—it seems that with him we don’t even have the necessary patience to get anywhere near a bed. I’m not complaining, though; his naked body is the only furniture I need.

Taking a deep breath, I summon whatever strength still lives inside of me and go up to my feet as Arsen sits up.

Looking him in the eye, I throw him a dirty smile as I sashay across the living room and move toward the bedroom. It’s time to fuck on a proper mattress. With Arsen following after me, I enter the room and climb on top of the bed with my knees; I go on all fours and sway my ass from side to side as an invitation. I don’t need to say more; he crosses the room with two wide strides, firmly grabbing my hips as he positions himself behind me. I look back over my shoulder, a fire burning in my eyes.