“That can be arranged,” he says, running his index finger over my ass crack. “Once I’m done… You won’t even know your name anymore.” He keeps moving his finger back and forth over my ass, goose bumps going through me each time I feel him stroking close to my hole. He isn’t moving his cock yet, but I already feel a storm brewing on the horizon. Pressing his fingertip over my ass, he slowly pushes it in, my back arching as I feel him in me. Slowly, he starts to move his hips, using his finger in a matching pace. A few heartbeats in and he’s fingering my ass and fucking my pussy, the pendulum motion of it almost too much for me to bear.
With his free hand he tangles his fingers in my hair and yanks on it, forcing me to throw my head back as a throaty moan fills the room. Holding me by the hair, he drives his cock deeper into me and holds still, only his finger moving. He moves it around inside my ass, my pussy tightening around his cock as I start to feel like a dam about to burst.
“Come for me,” he whispers, picking up the pace with his finger. He pushes it in and turns it around, moving it in such a way that I can’t help but do what he tells me to. I come hard, grabbing at the sheets as if I didn’t know what to do with my hands. “Good…” he continues, slowly pulling his finger out. I remain still as he squeezes both my ass cheeks, running his hands over my fleshy curves as his cock pulses inside of my pussy.
I can’t even hold my head up anymore. I have my cheek pressed against the mattress, my body still up only because he’s grabbing my ass. He doesn’t care. With one hard smack across my buttocks, he hooks his fingers on my waist and starts to thrust.
This time he doesn’t build up the pace. Oh, no, this time he goes hard right from the start, like a man aching for a knockout before the bell rings. He’s moving so fast I can’t even tell when he’s sliding his cock in or out… All I know is that he’s completely demolishing me, tearing both my mind and body apart.
The sound of his hips slapping my ass fills the whole room, like a violent song of ecstasy, one that climbs in through my ears and claws at my brain like a drug. And, just like a drug, it makes me oh so high.
“Don’t stop … Don’t stop,” I start repeating, like a mantra, these two words the only ones I can still pronounce. “DON’T STOP!” I finally yell, coming undone as if my body was being dropped into boiling water. I collapse on top of the mattress, feeling Lance’s weight on top of me as my limbs move erratically. I’m flailing both arms and legs, the electric current going through me severing the connection between brain and body.
I tremble as he takes his cock out from me and rolls to the side, a whimper on my lips. Making a mighty effort, I turn toward him, smiling weakly as I open up my eyes; I rest one hand against his chest, and sliding my fingertips over his abs, I grab his thick cock.
“You promised me something,” I say, stroking him with soft but deliberate movements. He grins mischievously, reading what’s on my mind.
“I did, didn’t I?” I simply nod in response, letting go of his cock, and my hand going to his chest, pushing him off. He rolls off of the bed and goes up to his feet, towering over me in a way that makes my insides clench in anticipation of what’s to come. Reaching for his cock, I wrap my fingers around his shaft again; our eyes are locked as I stroke him, my hand moving like clockwork in a steady back and forth motion.
Never letting go of his cock, I get out of the bed, my knees buckling under my weight as my feet touch the floor. Oh, well, I go down on my knees right in front of him, his cock just a few inches away from my mouth. I go for it, parting my lips and forcing his shaft to go over my tongue and deep inside of me.
Just like he did while fucking me, I don’t build up the pace. I start sucking him as hard and as viciously as I can, moving my head until my neck starts to burn. I keep stroking him all the same, both my hands around his shaft as they travel up and down at the same pace of my mouth.
While he has his hands on top of my head, Lance doesn’t take the lead; he lets me keep moving at this frenzied pace, pushing him closer to the edge. And when I feel him there, his cock spasming inside of my mouth, I give one final push and make him explode.
“Come for me, baby,” I say, looking up at him while his cock pops out of my mouth. My hands are moving at a frenetic pace and he finally lets go. He groans, his fingers running through my hair as a thick rope of cum shoots from his cock, hitting me straight on the face. I open my mouth as wide as I can, trying to get as much of his semen on me.
“Fuck…” he groans, his muscles taut and hard as if they were made of steel. His cock is spasming hard against my fingers, shooting so much cum I don’t even know how he could hold it all inside of him. Strands of it hit my face, coating my cheeks and tongue and dripping down my neck and chest. I can’t help but smile as I feel his warm juices coating my skin, his cock gushing an endless river of semen and drowning me in it. I keep stroking through it, only stopping when I’ve milked him out of every single drop, and by then, I’m completely covered in his seed. Even my hair is ruined, but I don’t care. Why would I?