Mr. President 2(153)

“You’ll wait,” he tells me firmly, grabbing at my ass cheeks and squeezing them. Then, no warning whatsoever, he smack my ass with the back of his hand. The sound is dry and snappy, and the sting of pain hits me at once. I cry out and, biting on my lower lip, I wait for him to do it again. “I’ll fuck you… But first I’ll make you beg.” He smacks my ass again, hard enough to leave a mark, and then presses his mouth against my neck.

“I’ll beg…” I pant, thrusting back as hard as I can. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I know that,” he whispers, and then takes one step back. I turn to him and try to kiss him, but he simply grabs me by the hair and forces me to throw my head back. “On your knees, Becca.” The deep sound of his voice acts like a drug on my brain and, almost immediately, I feel my knees buckling under the weight of my body. I go down, my hands going straight for his crotch.

“Go on…” he says, and I take a deep breath. Unbuttoning his pants, I feel my heart becoming tighter inside of my chest as the shape of his cock pushes back against my fingers.

Before pulling it out of his boxer briefs, I start by flattening my hand against it, rubbing it up and down. Before I even know what I’m doing, I lean into him and, tilting my head to the side, fit my mouth against his shaft. I start to suck over his boxer briefs, my fingers tightening up around his shaft.

As the pressure intensifies, I finally hook my fingers on his boxer briefs and tug on them as hard as I can, sending them with his pants down to his ankles. I grab his cock immediately, struggling to get my fingers around his shaft. Swear to God, I didn’t even know cocks as big as these existed; he has to be as thick as a can of Coke.

Flicking my wrist, I start to stroke them with both my hands, moving them at a steady pace. He groans and then, as he pulls my head in, I go straight for his glans. I stop stroking him and angle his cock down; parting my lips, I wrap them around his tip and start to suck. My mouth moves down his shaft with maddening patience, but I go all the way—no half measures. It should be physically impossible for me to have all of his length inside of my mouth, but I don’t care about it. I push through, only stopping when I feel the tip of his cock against the back of my throat.

“That’s it…” he groans, pushing my head back. Once I’m on his tip again, I cup his balls and start to roll them over my fingers. They’re heavy, full of his cum, and I can’t wait to unload them all over me. I shiver, remembering how his semen tasted, and that just makes me start to suck on him as hard as humanly possible. Bobbing my head back and forth, I close my eyes and surrender to the way his thickness forces me to open my mouth wide. My jaw hurts from the effort, but that’s the price you pay when you have a cock as big as this at your disposal. And, if you ask me, I’m more than willing to pay the price.#p#分页标题#e#

The muscles in my neck are already complaining from the effort and, stopping just for a second, I take his cock out of my mouth and take a deep breath. While I do it, I keep on stroking, my hand working on him furiously.

“I fucking love the way you use your mouth,” he says, softly brushing his thumb over my lips. “It’s so tight… Almost as much as your pussy.” His words are like a drug, his voice blanketing all of my thoughts; eager to please, I dive into him again, rolling my lips down his shaft. I suck on him so relentlessly that a violent spasm takes over his cock; he’s on the verge of cumming, but that I don’t stop. Pulling on my hair, he has to be the one taking control. He pushes me back and his cock pops out of my mouth with a wet sound. “Not yet.”

In a hurry, he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants and boxers. Like a god, he towers over me, his naked body the most perfect sight my eyes have ever seen. Mason he’s… perfect. And he’s going to be your stepfather as well, an insidious voice whispers inside of my head. I know that this simple fact should be enough to ruin the fun… But it just makes me hornier.

“Fuck me,” I blurt out, looking up at him. Grabbing one arm, he pulls me up to my feet and pushes me back against the wall. Without wasting time, he presses his body against mine, and I tremble as I feel his shaft brushing against my drenched thong. “Please,” I moan, running my hands down the side of his body and resting them over the curve of his ass.

Moving fast, he grabs at my thong and pulls it against my outer thigh. I gasp as I feel the fabric digging deep into my flesh and then, as he tugs harshly, I hear the sound of the thong tearing. It slides off my skin and, instead of throwing it to the floor, he brings it up to his face.