“Do what…?” I ask, a grin dawning on my face as I start moving my hand, stroking him at a slowly growing pace.
“Whatever you want,” he shoots back at me in a fraction of a second, the grin on his lips matching my own. As a reply, I lean toward him, parting my lips and letting my tongue out; I touch the tip of his cock with my tongue and trace slow circles around it, closing my eyes as I savor his manly flavor, a scent of oak and ocean breeze taking me by assault.
Succumbing to the need, one that urges to have him filling me up, I open my mouth as wide as I can and roll my lips down the length of his shaft. I go all the way down, only stopping when my lips touch the skin at the base of his cock. I hold my position for a few seconds, not even breathing as I feel his heartbeat through the gentle pulses of his cock.
Slowly, I move my mouth back and then start bobbing it back and forth, stroking him at the same time in a matching rhythm. He lays his hands on my head, feeling the sway of my body, and I up my pace until I’ve surrendered to the fever of lust.
My head and hand move as one, sucking and stroking him, and I feel more than ready to do it until the very end. Lucky for me, Dominic wants more than to just gush his load inside my mouth and watch me take every single drop.
Tangling his fingers in my hair, he forces me to stop and pushes my head back until his cock pops out from between my lips with a wet sound. I look up at him, surprised, and he just offers me a smile and pulls me up to my feet. Pushing me back against the wall once more, he tugs my dress down and then takes a step back, his hungry eyes roaming over my almost naked body.
His hands trail down the side of my body and, hooking one thumb on the string of thong that laces my outer thigh, he pulls on it hard. A ripping sound reaches me at once and, before I can even process what he has done, I feel my thong ripping apart and the fabric sliding off my skin and uncovering my pussy.
“Much better,” he says, his hands going around my waist and then down to my ass cheeks. He squeezes both of them at the same time, his fingertips digging into my flesh, and then pulls me up and into him. Reacting by instinct, I lace my legs around his waist as he pins me between his body and the wall, the tip of his cock brushing against my pussy lips.
I don’t even need to guide his cock home; all he has to do is thrust and, faster than I could've blinked, his thickness parts my drenched folds and pushes my inner walls back, lodging itself inside of me as if it had never left.
“Oh, God… that feels so… so good…” I moan, throwing both of my arms over his shoulders.
“I know,” he replies and, with that, he starts rocking his hips back and forth, his cock feverishly sliding in and out of my pussy. A string of moans leave my mouth as he fucks me, and I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits with each thrust of his.
“H-harder,” I stutter, awkwardly trying to buck my hips at him, eager to have him go all out.
“The lady asks, and the lady gets,” he whispers against my ear, stopping his thrusts and walking toward the bed, carrying me. Without taking his cock out from my pussy, he lowers me over the mattress and then falls on top of me, his chest pressing down on my tits, my nipples feeling as if they’re on fire as they touch his skin.
Pistoning hard into me, he buries his cock as deep as humanly possible with each thrust of his, my moans now turning into screams. My fingernails have now turned into claws, and I’m running them across the muscles in his back without a rhythm, tracing erratic lines over his skin and leaving him a mark that he can remember me with tomorrow.
“Is this... hard enough... for you?” he asks me between thrusts, each time he drives his cock deep into me as if someone has driven a nail through my brain. I have to wait a few seconds before I can understand the meaning behind his words, my brain struggling with everything that requires anything logical, and then I finally manage to think of an answer.
“Harder!” I cry out, my voice shrill and sounding foreign to my own ears. Between you and me, he’s fucking me harder than anything I’ve ever experienced… But I’m curious to see how much harder he can go.
And oh, he can go so much harder.
Groaning, he starts moving his hips as if he isn’t human, going so fast that I can’t even tell when his cock is sliding in and out of me. All I know is that my pussy is being completely demolished right now, every single one of my nerve endings working overtime to carry all that information up into my brain.
My hands fall from his back and I just grab at the sheets under me, my hands turning into fists as I bunch them up. I’m not even moving as he fucks me; I’m just lying here, taking all of his punishment and feeling how a giant orgasm casts its shadow over me, drawing close and growing inside me.