Mr. President 1(96)
“What are you waiting for?” I ask, biting down on my lower lip. “Fuck me. Hard.” Arsen throws me a coy grin and, grabbing his shaft, presses his tip against my labia.
“You asked for it,” he says and, with a smirk, thrusts. As his cock strains against my inner walls in its way in, a violent scream climbs up my throat and explodes in my mouth, waves of ecstasy riding through me as Arsen starts to fuck me viciously.
I lose all notion of time as he thrusts into me; my body burning as my mind slowly drowns. My rational mind vanishes into oblivion, and all that’s left behind the wheel are my primal and savage urges.
I thrust back at Arsen, matching the movements of his hips. My ass cheeks slap his thighs, the sound of flesh on flesh driving me even more crazy. I’m sweating once more, pushing my body past all limits and forgetting about the exhaustion that is seeping from my muscles to my bones.
Gritting my teeth, I exhale sharply as he spreads my cheeks apart with his hands; he then runs his index finger over my crack, placing it against my anus. Slowly but steadily, he slides it in, a long moan tumbling out of my lips as I feel him go in. His whole finger inside of me, he starts to fuck me even more relentlessly; I’m not even moving anymore, I’m just there taking it in and trying not to pass out from all the pleasure.#p#分页标题#e#
“Arsen…” I moan, the way his name feels on my tongue like a perfect aphrodisiac. “Arsen…. Don’t stop! Don’t STOP!” I shout as loud as I can, my lungs hurting from the effort. I come violently, a shiver of ecstasy going up my spine as he stops moving, his cock deep inside of me.
My body still trembling, he pulls his cock out slowly, each inch that slides out between my labia making me tremble even more. The moment he lets go of me, I collapse on top of the mattress, seeing all black. I have to take a few deep breaths to steady myself, trying hard not to pass out. Who knew that obscene amounts of pleasure could make you pass out? I didn’t, but now that I do, I just can’t help but want to see how far I can go. I’m a woman who loves challenges, what else can I say?
Sitting up on the bed, I turn to Arsen and spread my legs, grabbing both my breasts as I look into his eyes.
“Don’t tell me you're already tired,” I tease him, pinching my right nipple between my thumb and index finger.
“You should know me better by now,” he shoots back, placing his hand on my knees and spreading my legs even further. Approaching me, he grabs his shaft and guides it home, immediately thrusting without even letting me prepare for it. It slides easily inside of me, my pussy already used to accommodating his thickness. Rocking his body against mine, we start fucking again, all my nerve endings crying with delight. Christ, Arsen has given me more pleasure in an hour than all other men combined during my whole life.
My hands go to his back, and I lower them over the curve of his buttocks. Grabbing his ass, I urge him to go faster, bucking my hips at him as he thrusts. He takes the hint quickly enough, his rhythm growing with each stroke. Leaning into me, he goes for my breasts, laying his mouth right between them as he keeps on fucking me, his lips move over the curve of my right breast and he wraps them around my nipple, sucking eagerly.
I throw my head back, an exhausted moan on my lips as I succumb to his body. If the human body didn’t have all these silly limitations, I’d want to remain here forever, Arsen’s cock deep inside me. I mean, is there anything better than this in the whole world? I really, really doubt it.
Letting go of my nipple, he takes his mouth to my neck, nibbling at the soft skin there, and then moves upward to my ear.
“I can’t get enough of this,” he whispers, his hands on my hips. “I could fuck you like this forever,” he continues, almost as if he could read my thoughts. I open my mouth to speak, but I can’t even do that; my vocal chords are spent, and my brain is in no condition to form a coherent sentence. Thankfully, this is no time for conversation. He grabs me by the hair and yanks my head back, thrusting with such strength that I can’t help but open my mouth and scream, my throat burning with the effort.
He’s ravaging me, fucking me without grace or mercy. Like a wild beast, he’s showing me what a real man can do with a woman’s body. I bury my fingernails on his back, gritting my teeth and preparing for the incoming storm. I already feel its roar inside of me, thunder and lightning looming on my mind’s horizon. This time, I’m truly not sure if I can withstand this—I mean, how many times have I come since I got here? Too many to count, I’m sure.