Mr. President 2(27)

Losing all notion of time, I let the movement of our bodies build that sweet madness inside my muscles, coiling them and setting them up for release. I feel them cramping up, but I don’t care; I’m way past caring. Riding Lance into oblivion, I only stop when fireworks go off behind my eyelids.

“Oh, fuck…” I moan, my pussy cramping up around his shaft as I come. I lean forward, my fingernails digging into his pectorals as I hiss through gritted teeth. I’m trembling and twitching, and I can’t even open my eyes; there’s really nothing I can do now but submit and let pleasure wash over me.

Lance doesn’t afford me the luxury of waiting, though. His hands on my waist, he rolls me to the side without even taking his cock out of me. The moment he’s on top of my body, I’m still coming, my body barely able to respond.

“Spread your legs. Wide,” he commands, my body reacting to the firm sound of his voice. I do more than just spread my legs, though; I lift them up, placing them over his shoulders as he leans into me. I want to curse, moan and hiss, but I just can’t. When he presses his body on top of mine, raising my legs with his shoulders, he drives his cock as deep as it has ever been inside of me. It hurts and it pleases… It drives me utterly and completely insane. And he’s not even moving yet.#p#分页标题#e#

Bending my legs, he leans further in and crushes his mouth against mine. The moment our lips touch he starts to thrust, driving nails of pleasure deep inside of my brain. I pull back from his kiss, screaming as loud as I can. He’s thrusting so hard that the bed starts to rock back and forth, accompanying the sway of his body.

My mind is coming apart, my body is burning up, and still he keeps going harder with each passing second, pulling me down into oblivion. I try and tell him that I’m close, that I need him to keep going as hard as he can… But the only thing that leaves my mouth is a weak groan of pleasure. Luckily, he doesn’t need my words to know what I need; as if he could read my mind, he keeps pistoning harder into me.

I come undone with a moan, the muscles in my throat working hard through sweet release. He holds his position the moment my pussy tightens around his cock, keeping the tip pressed tight against my G-spot as my body trembles and twitches. My hands are on his back, my fingernails buried in his chiseled muscles like claws.

I don’t even know how, but every orgasm with Lance feels different. It doesn’t matter how many times I come, it’s almost like the first time I’m with him. And it’s just perfect.

Coming down, I pant as he takes my legs out from his shoulders. He leans back, his cock sliding out of my pussy, and I lay on the mattress, whimpering as sparks of electric pleasure make my muscles twitch erratically.

“Tired already?” he whispers into my ear, lying by my side.

“Never…” I manage to say, my chest rising and falling quickly as I make the effort to get the words out. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Makes two of us then,” he grins, placing his hands on my waist and making me turn to the side, my back to him. He presses his chest against my back, running one hand down my side. His long fingers go over the curve of my ass cheeks, caressing my crack and further down, finding their way to the wet mess between my thighs. I feel him grabbing his cock and he angles it down, pressing his tip against my folds. “It feels so good…” he whispers, sliding his cock just one inch in, another dazed whimper leaving my lips. “I love how tight you are.”

I want to say something, anything, but the only thing I manage to do is thrust back against him, forcing his cock to sheath itself to the hilt in me. He groans into my neck, pressing his lips there and nibbling at my skin, and then curls his fingers on my waist. Holding me in place, he starts to thrust, the coming and going motion of his body making me grab at the sheets.

It doesn’t take long for him to be thrusting so hard that he rolls me to the side, climbing on top of me. As I’m lying down on my stomach, he places his hands on my side, supporting himself as he keeps rocking his body against mine. Soon his hands move from the bed to my ass, and he squeezes my cheeks hard as he fucks me, pistoning into me with the fury of a man possessed by lust.

“Oh, God,” I moan into the sheets, feeling my heart beating so fast it might just burst any minute now. I push back against Lance, using the support from my hands to lift my body up from the bed and go on all fours. He accompanies my movement easily, going to his knees without even taking his cock from inside of me. “As hard as you can…” I beg him. “I don’t want to feel my legs once you’re done.”