Mr. President 2(206)
Instinct taking over me, I summon whatever energy still lives in my body and clench my legs, going up on the seat and placing one arm on the roof of the limo. “Your mouth,” I pant, “I want it.” Knowing what I want, he places his hands on my ass cheeks and reels me in, placing my pussy against his face. I close my eyes as he jabs his tongue past my drenched folds, running it up and down and then focusing on my clit, lapping at it harshly.
“Oh, God… It’s so… Fucking good,” I moan loudly, swaying my hips and rubbing my pussy all over his face. Sucking and licking, he moves one hand around my waist and presses one finger against my pussy. He moves it in, pushing it all at once and drawing one loud scream out of my lips. “Fuck, fuck…” I cry out and, the moment he touches my G-spot, I start to convulse as if I’m having a seizure. I go down, sitting on his lap and my body feels as if it’s on fire. I don’t think I’d feel this hot if I was standing right in the middle of a raging inferno.
“My turn,” he whispers against my ear, nibbling at my earlobe with his teeth. “I want your pussy again. But not in my mouth,” he grins at me, and I feel my pussy aching to have him in it again.
With a growl, Mason takes his hands off of my ass and grabs me by the hips. He pushes me to the side, throwing me down on the seat, and I lay down. He spreads my legs open and lays on top of me, grabbing his cock and pressing it against my pussy in one single breath. With a sigh, I cross my legs around his lower back and lace my arms around his neck, pulling him into me as the desperation to have his cock completely demolishing my pussy reaches the height of its intensity.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll forget your name, baby girl,” he whispers before pressing his mouth against mine, kissing while he thrusts. My insides burn as his thickness pushes back against my inner walls, and I grip him hard with my legs around his waist. He’s fucking me so hard that fireworks are going off behind my shut eyelids, and I already feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. He was right about what he said; if he keeps fucking me like this, I won’t remember my name once he’s done.
He’s moving so fast that I no longer know when his cock is sliding out or sliding in and, to be honest, I couldn’t care any less about it. All that matters is that I feel every single throb of his cock, the warmness of his shaft spreading through me and numbing every single one of my senses. Each thrust of his is like a pure blessing, and I’m already feeling the pressure mounting inside of me.
I open my mouth to tell him not to stop, but all I manage to produce is a weak croak. It doesn’t matter, though; he’s not thinking of stopping. Instead, he goes even faster, pushing me close to the edge and then forcing me to jump straight into a pool of pleasure.
“Oh, my, GOD!” I scream out, the sound of it crawling up my throat, clawing at my vocal chords and then exploding on my mouth like a bomb. My scream turns into a high-pitched scream, the flames of ecstasy licking at my skin from the inside out.
When my muscles finally stop twitching, Mason lays one gentle kiss against my cheek and then whispers into my ear. “I hope you’re not tired already…” he says and, even though I’m already feeling as spent as I could be, I shake my head.
“More,” I simply say, running my tongue over my lips.
“Are you sure you can take more?” he teases me, pulling his cock out of me. “I won’t hold back.”
“I don’t want you to hold back… I want you to destroy me,” I tell him, the way the words roll over my tongue making the adrenaline race through my veins.#p#分页标题#e#
“That’s my girl,” he says, grabbing me by the hips again. He sits me up on the seat and then he lies down, looking at me with an expectant look. “Come here,” he calls me with a grin. “I’m not done with devouring that pussy of yours.” Grinning back, I climb on top of him and, placing my knees at the side of his head, I offer him my pussy.
He cranes his neck and, grabbing me by the hips, presses his mouth against my wetness once more. I sway my hips back and forth, thrusting against his face as he eats me out, all of his movements pregnant with a wild and insatiable hunger.
A deep certainty fills me and I can’t help but smile; somehow, I’m sure that when we are finally old and wrinkled, our joints and muscles a ghost of a time gone by, he’ll be as hungry as he is now. And that fits me just right, if you ask me. I have absolutely no intention of going without sex even one single day for the rest of my life. Hey, what do you want me to say? I have a strong libido, especially since I’m with Mason. He just makes me be like this… I mean, I’m sure that he has this effect on pretty much every woman he comes across, but now he’s mine. Mine, mine, mine.