I let my fingers move up and down-up to his waist and then down to the hem of his boxers. I do it over and over again, never taking my eyes off of his thick shape, seeing it pulse more harshly every time my fingers go near it. Then, unable to put it off any longer, I flatten the palm of my hand against his bulging. I bite my lower lip as I feel him under my hand, his cock so big my insides clench. Is he going to fit inside me? Is it going to hurt?
Leaning forward, I close my eyes and tilt my head sideways. I part my lips slightly and rest them against the shape of his cock, sucking on it over the fabric of his boxers. It pulses against me, eager to be set free and unleashed upon my body. Oh, I yield to its wishes pretty easily: hooking my fingers on his boxer briefs, I pull them down, his cock springing free in a heartbeat. As I lay eyes on it, I feel my heart tight inside my chest. To feel it is one thing, but to see it … God, he's huge-and absolutely perfect.
I run my fingers over his groins and, my heart drumming so fast it might burst any moment now, I rest my index finger over his shaft. As slowly as I can, I slide it up from his root to the glans, then move it back down again; stretching my fingers wide, I cup his balls, feeling their weight with the palm of my hand. I roll them over my hand, their warmness spreading to my fingers, hand and arms, and filling me with uncontrollable desire.
The moment I realize what I'm doing, I'm already leaning forward, my fingers curling around his shaft and pointing it straight to my mouth. I part my lips and rest them over his glans, scooping up his pre-cum with the tip of my tongue and letting his salty flavor inundate me.
His hands are on my head, but he's just feeling the gentle sway of my body, letting me follow my own rhythm. I lap at his glans with my tongue, running it in slow circles around his tip as I start moving my hand back and forth, his pulsing thickness feeling alive under my fingers.
Moving my head sideways, I run my tongue from his tip to the root, licking the whole length of his shaft as I look up at him. The moment we lock eyes, I feel my pussy clenching-something primal and wild roars inside of me, and I know that in a few heartbeats I'll be completely out of control.
I open my mouth wide and, leaning forward, wrap my lips tightly around his tip; I keep moving forward, his shaft rolling over my lips and tongue as he slides deep inside of my mouth. I feel it pushing down on my tongue and straining against my cheeks but I keep going. I only stop when I feel his tip at the back of my throat, my mouth completely filled with his cock.
I start bobbing my head, moving it back and forth over his cock. Going from his tip to the base, I start to go as fast as I can, cupping his balls with one hand. With my free hand I grab his shaft and, moving it in tandem with my mouth, I start to stroke him. Suddenly, I feel his fingers hooking themselves in my hair and he forces me stop. I look up at him, his cock still inside my mouth, and he simply grins. Deviousness flickering in his eyes, he starts to thrust, making his cock slide in and out of my mouth at a growing pace. It doesn't take long for him to be moving so fast I have to open my mouth as wide as I can, his cock fucking me relentlessly. Closing my eyes as his shaft flies in and out of me, I can't help but wonder how it's going to feel when he's doing this to my pussy.
Still holding my head in place, he rests his free hand on my shoulder and lets it fall down to my breasts. Easing down his rhythm, he runs his fingers over the curve of my right breast and circles my hard nipple carefully. Then, the moment he pulls his cock out of my mouth, he pinches my nipple between his thumb and index finger; I gasp, my insides clenching as my hand starts moving again, stroking him as fast as I can.
Electricity spreading across my body from the pressure he's applying on my nipple, I lunge forward, my parted lips resting against his shaft. I lick his cock sideways, running my lips and tongue over his length and going down to his balls; there, I open my mouth and suck one in, rolling it around inside me as I keep on stroking him furiously. Looking up at him, I can't help but feel victorious delight from seeing him with his eyes closed, head slightly thrown back in ecstasy. He might know how to drive women completely insane, but I'm not a woman anyone should underestimate. After all, I was the reason thousands of men lied to their wives and went to the strip club to spend their hard-earned cash.
Suddenly, Arsen yanks on my hair and forces my head back, my eyes locking on his. He's breathing hard, the corner of his lips turning upward. "Stand up," he tells me. Reluctantly, I let go of his cock and go up to my feet.
I don't even have enough time to think about what's happening: he's on me in an instant, his body pressed tightly against mine. He pins me against the wall, one hand cupping my left breast while the other grabs one buttock. I throw my head back, his lips on my neck; he nibbles my skin there gently, going all the way from my neck to my lips. We kiss in abandonment, my anxious hands darting to his collar.
I start unbuttoning his shirt, my trembling fingers fumbling with the buttons on their way down. His hard pectorals brush against my knuckles and, the moment the last button pops out, I run both my hands from his stomach to his chest, feeling every hill and ridge of his muscles. From his perfectly carved abdominals to the ropes of muscles in his arms, everything in him seems designed with only one objective in mind: perfection. See those male models that often don the covers of magazines? Yeah, they don't hold a candle to Arsen's body. In fact, perfect is a poor word to describe him.
He doesn't give me much time to appreciate his body, though; as I pull his shirt down his arms, he grabs me firmly by the hips and makes me turn around. I place my hands on the wall as I face it, suddenly feeling more exposed than I have ever been in my entire life. And I used to be a stripper, for God's sake! But with Arsen it's different … He's perfect in every sense of the word and, somehow, I want him to feel the same way about me too.
I stand still, not moving and barely breathing as I hear him kick off his shoes. I hear the rustle of his pants and I can almost picture him as he strips naked-more than anything I want to look over my shoulder at him, but I manage to control these urges. Then I feel him breathing close to my neck. As his mouth touches my skin I close my eyes by instinct, succumbing to the perfect way his velvety red lips caress the contour of my neck. Carefully grabbing a handful of hair, he brushes it over my shoulder, his kisses hiking up to my ear.
"You'll moan," he places one finger over my spine, right below my neck. "You'll scream," his finger starts to move down, tracing the valley of my spine until it reaches my lower back. "And then you'll beg me to fuck you," he almost growls, brushing his fingertip over the curve between my ass cheeks. I tremble and shiver, my skin prickling as his words blanket my rational mind. Moan, scream and beg-that seems like a perfect menu, if you ask me.
"I'll moan and scream," I repeat after him, the sound of my voice coming out quivering and weak. As I start to speak he runs his finger down to between my legs, caressing my wet folds gently. "And then I'll … beg!" The last word comes out as a gasp, his finger pushing its way past my pussy lips and burying itself deep inside of me.
Slowly, he takes it all the way out, once again running it along the length of my pussy. He only stops when he reaches my clit, first circling it, and then pressing hard on it. It's stronger than myself: I can't help but moan.
"That's a start," he whispers, running his finger down and sliding it all the way in. Flicking his wrist, he fingers me in a pendulum motion, each time his finger goes in his pace increasing. I'm moaning, and I'm doing it as hard as I can; still, the moment he slides one more finger inside of my pussy I stop moaning. What I do is grit my teeth and scream through them, my eyes shut tight as I succumb to the pleasant warm electricity that fills every single muscle in my body.
He goes fast and vicious, fucking me with his two fingers until I can't take it anymore. I press my forehead against the wall and let out a loud and mighty scream, my muscles convulsing as pleasure rages through my veins. The moment I start screaming he turns his wrist around and, moving his fingers inside of me, presses hard on my G-spot and starts to rub me there. I scream even louder, my throat already starting to hurt.
"Fuck me … " I whisper, the words tumbling out of my lips like a magic spell. "Fuck me, Arsen … " I repeat, my voice coming out honeyed and mellow. "Please."
"I told you that you'd beg," he whispers, still rubbing my G-spot and sending waves of pleasure through me.
"Please, please," I repeat, intoning the words like a mantra.