"I can't wait to bend you over and feel my cock deep inside of you... But first," he leans toward me, his lips against my ear as he speaks, "you'll have to come." As the words roll out over his lips, he slides his finger all the way down to my thong, pressing one fingertip over my clitoris in such a way that I simply see red. My muscles spasm and jerk, and I feel my knees buckling under my weight. Holy hell, is this really happening? One touch of his on my clitoris and I'm already coming, waves of pleasure crashing against me in a devastating way. How is this even possible?
"Good girl," he whispers. "But it's not enough. I need more." With that, he grabs my thong and pushes it against the side of my outer thigh, ripping it off of me in one sudden and violent movement. I let out one loud moan as I feel the fabric tearing and then sliding over my skin, the cool air caressing my drenched pussy. He throws my thong to the floor and, pulling me in with one arm around my waist, he presses two fingers against my clit and starts to rub viciously, my muscles tensing up and charging with electricity. I almost fall into his embrace, my knees still week from the orgasm; I'm like a ragdoll, supported only by his strong arms.
Pressing my head against his chest, I shut my eyes and simply surrender to the devastation he is unleashing inside of me. I can't see or hear-the whole world is nothing but a blur to me, the only thing in existence right now being his fingers on my clitoris. And, sweet Jesus, does he know how to use them! He rubs them in fast circles, applying just the exact amount of pressure to make me moan as if I'm losing my sanity.
"Come," he whispers, and I feel my body starting to convulse. My muscles spasm and all the electricity they held inside of them rages free through my body, taking over every single one of my nerve endings and flooding my brain with an ocean of pleasure. "More," Arsen whispers again, turning his wrist and letting his fingers slide down from my clit to my labia. Without even letting my orgasm subside, he slides his two fingers inside my pussy, moving them in a hook motion and guiding them all the way toward that sweet maddening spot inside of me. His fingertips pressed tight against my G-spot, he starts rubbing me there, pressing on my clit with his thumb. "I love the way you moan when you're coming, Ashley," he says, moving his fingers in and out of me at break neck speed.
I don't know how I'm surviving this. I truly don't. A few flicks of his wrist and I explode again, my mind a nuclear wasteland. I don't even moan this time. I simply let my body be taken over by a seizure of ecstasy and throw my arms over his shoulders, supporting myself as my knees grow weaker.
Slowly, he pulls his fingers out, bringing them to my lips. I'm breathing hard, my muscles still twitching as he brushes his wet fingers over my lips; my own scent inundates me, and I almost lose consciousness-seriously, my brain can't even process how much I want Arsen to fuck me right now. To feel this much desire should be illegal.
"Please … " I mutter, my voice sounding as if I'm so weak I shouldn't even be speaking. "Please, Arsen."
"I love how you beg," he says, his hands running through my hair. "But what are you begging for? Tell me."
"I want … I want you to fuck me, Arsen. Please, fuck me," I beg again, my trembling fingers starting to unbuckle his belt. Somehow, I manage to do it, and then I automatically unzip his pants. His massive cock strains against his underwear, pushing at my fingers, and I turn my wrist around so that I can grab it. I'm so high in ecstasy right now that his cock seems even bigger, almost as if I can't even grab it with just one hand; I tug his boxer briefs down and, taking my other hand to his shaft, grab it as harshly as I can. "Please" I repeat, stroking him with both hands as I breath hard against his chest. My body feels so weak I can barely lift my head.
"Since you're asking so nicely," he says, picking me up from the floor with a sudden movement. I place my arms around his neck as he walks across the living room; he puts me down in the couch, and I summon whatever strength I still have inside of me and go on all fours, jutting my ass back at him as I sway it from side to side.
I let out a loud moan as he smacks my buttocks with the back of his hand, the pain travelling upward to my brain and turning into pleasure somewhere along the way. He does it again and again, the sound of his hand against my flesh a maddening sensual song.
When he stops, my back is arched and I'm thrusting my hips back at him. He brushes two fingers over my labia and then, pressing his glans against my inner lips, he thrusts with one quick and masterful movement. With one arm around my waist he places his two fingers over my clit as he starts to thrust, his cock pounding into me in the most sweet and savage way. Somehow, these two things aren't contradictory; Arsen knows how to fuck and make love at the same time. The best of both worlds. It really makes me wonder … Why did I waste so much time with losers like Peter? A 5-inch cock? Please! And, besides, Arsen is much more of a man than my loser ex will be ever be … And, unlike how it was with Peter, I really love Arsen.
Wait-what did I just say? I love Arsen? I could lie and tell you that I just thought this because my brain is all scrambled from the way he's fucking me … But I won't do that. It's time to admit it: I'm falling in love with Arsen Hawke. The problem is that as I finally realize this, I realize something else as well-King Henry is as much in my mind as Arsen is. In a way, I'm falling for him too. Now you truly must think I've lost my mind, I know.
There's no time to think this through, though-his arm around my waist, Arsen pulls me into him as he rolls to the side, my body following his as he lies back on the couch. I'm sitting on top of his cock, my back turned to him, so I do the only thing I can: I start to rock my body back and forth, my body still burning with pleasure.
His hands are on my ass as I sway my hips, and I close my eyes and bite down on my lip, imagining the way he must be looking at my ass cheeks bouncing. I throw my head back, my hair falling down my shoulders, and I cup my own breasts, squeezing them eagerly as I moan. I ride him as hard as I can, my muscles aching from the effort; I can already feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead, so I take that as a sign that I'm on the right path.
"You look lovely from here," he says, and I can't help but smile. I was right; he was really staring at my ass as we fuck. I never actually cared if the men I've been with looked at me while we fucked, but with Arsen I relish that. What could be better than having the man of your dreams looking lustfully at your body while his cock is buried deep inside of you?
My skin boiling, I feel sweat on every single pore, beads sliding down my spine as I jump up and down on his cock. I ride myself into oblivion, and I only stop when I feel my pussy tightening around his cock; my whole body tenses up and, gritting my teeth, I scream as loud as I can, my voice bouncing off the walls with enough strength to shatter glass.
Then, not wanting to waste a single second, I turn around, his cock still inside of me. I'm facing him now, so I lean forward and press my mouth against his as I start to rock my body again. He starts to thrust as well, and it doesn't take long for his movements to make the sway of my body almost meaningless. I stop then, sitting on top of him as he bucks his hips at me; he can't stop ravaging me even when I'm on top. That's obvious, of course … Arsen is not the type of man who just lays back and lets his woman do the job. Oh, no, he relishes every opportunity to show me who's truly in charge.
"Oh, God," I sigh, my tits bouncing up and down as he rams his cock into me. His thighs are slapping my ass once more, his member working furiously as the first thunder of ecstasy roars inside my mind. A few heartbeats and thunder turns into a raging storm, every fiber in my body tensing up before I finally blow up, my lips flailing as I come. I breathe hard through my gritted teeth, my head resting against his chest as I cum my brains out.
I remain like that for what seems like an eternity, my lungs struggling to get the air I need in. My body wants to quit, but my mind still wants to go on, and whenever Arsen is concerned, I already know who's going to be the winner in that struggle. Rolling to the side, I lay on the couch by his side, thankful that his couch is wide enough for the two of us. I turn my back to him, his hand resting on my waist, and he takes the hint fast enough.
He moves to the side, his chest pressed against mine as he angles his cock with one hand, pushing it between my thighs and lodging his glans over my pussy. I thrust back gently, his cock slowly sliding inside of me. I moan gently almost immediately, a shiver going up my spine as his shaft pushes back against my inner walls; my pussy is as sensitive as it could be, so every little movement from him sends shards of delight through my nerve endings. As if he knew that, he starts to rock his body gently, his motion no longer one of wildness and lustful desire - there's just tenderness and love. Yes, love... He doesn't even need to say the words, my heart is already whispering the truth: Arsen Hawke loves me.