Mr. President 2(75)
“I want you inside of me,” I pant, trying to reach for his cock. He doesn’t even give me the time for it; pulling back, he grabs his own member and pushes its tip against my pussy. I half-expect him to simply ram it inside of me, but he keeps rubbing his glans against my drenched folds. Up and down, up and down, each time he flicks his cock the flames of lust growing fiercer inside of me. “Please,” I say, the word coming out with a drawl. As if he wanted me to beg, only now does he thrust; with one curt movement of his hips, his shaft pushes past my inner lips and goes all the way in.
Without a pause, he starts to slide his cock in and out of me at a relentless pace, each thrust of his sending waves of pleasure through my body. As his hips slap my ass, my whole body sways; the cutlery still on top of the table rattles and jumps down, hopping all the way to the edge before finally tumbling.#p#分页标题#e#
“It feels… It feels so…” I don’t even know what I want to say. It feels good and it feels heavenly; it’s all those things, and it’s more than that. I can hardly believe that only now I’ve met a man capable of making me feel something like this. It wouldn’t be such a big surprise if I was a virgin girl, still a foreign to lust, but I’m none of that.
“Fucking amazing. It feels fucking amazing,” he completes my sentence, his rhythm not faltering as he speaks.
“Yes… Yes, it does…” I moan out loud as I thrust back against him, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the whole room. I throw my head back, my hair cascading down my shoulders, and he tangles his fingers in a few stray locks. Turning his hand sideways, he yanks on my hair and starts to thrust even harder; it seems that, no matter how hard he goes, there’s still something extra inside of him.
Grabbing my tits while he rocks his body against me, he lays his mouth on my neck and gently bites at my skin. I moan and close my eyes, a pleasant buzz crawling under my skin. Each thrust of his forces me to moan louder, and it doesn’t take long for my moans to turn in a violent scream. I feel my throat growing raw from the effort, but he keeps on fucking me with raw intensity.
Even though I’m barely moving, there are beads of sweat forming on my forehead, a few stray hairs plastered to my flushed skin.
“Oh, God, oh, God,” I repeat over and over again, the sound of his body hitting mine like a counterpoint to the sound of my voice. Adding to the melody, he suddenly slaps my ass. I feel the open palm of his hand hitting my flesh, and a sharp pain darts across my body to my brain. I scream, and he smacks me again, this time harder. “More!” I hiss through gritted teeth, and he obliges. His hands fall heavy on me, and even though I should be in pain, all that I feel is ecstasy.
Coming from a dark corner of my mind, I hear a tenuous whisper: don’t forget what’s your real purpose that insidious voice seems to say. Don’t forget the reason why you’re here, it goes on and on, nagging me and trying to make me feel guilty. But I don’t care about reasons or purposes; right now, the only thing I care about is the massive cock buried inside my pussy.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out loud as he goes around my waist with one hand and presses down on my clit. He circles steadily, matching the pace of his thrusts, and I have no other option but to succumb to an avalanche of pleasure.
Electricity burns its way through my muscles, making my whole body tense up as a nocked arrow. All that energy gathers under my skin, and just a heartbeat after that, it goes free. It’s as if I’m being hit by lighting while there’s a fire at my feet; all my nerve endings are busy, and I have to struggle to hold on to consciousness. Is there such a thing as too much pleasure? Before today, I never considered it, but now I think it might be possible.
My whole body is spasming, and I already feel my knees growing weak; curling my fingers around the edge of the table, I hold on to it for dear life. My eyes are closed, my eyes are gritted, and this is how I brace the storm of ecstasy. I can’t even tell you if I’m moaning or screaming, or if I’m too spent for any of that. All that I know is that I’m adrift in an ocean of pleasure.
Once I feel the waves of pleasure washing away, I finally realize that I have forgotten to breath. As Ethan slides his cock out of me, I take one deep breath and let the air rush to my lungs. Feeling completely exhausted, it takes a few breaths for me to summon the energy necessary to turn around. When I do it, I remain with my hands on the table, afraid of falling straight into the floor; my legs are still shaking, and I don’t trust them yet.#p#分页标题#e#