“You’re right,” Ethan says, rocking his hips and sliding his cock deep into me at a gentle rhythm, “we’re not done yet.” With each passing second, he starts to thrust faster and faster, making the electric current under my skin start to crackle. I exhale sharply, and instead of screaming, dig my fingers into his shoulder. I bite hard enough to leave a mark, and that only makes him go harder. While my teeth are buried deep in his flesh, and I’m biting fiercely enough to draw blood, he doesn’t even seem to acknowledge what I’m doing. Right now, it’s as if he’s impervious to pain.
Completely lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, I come again, my body jolted by a high voltage current. I stop biting him, and I only need it because I have to scream like a banshee. The sound of my voice seems to spur him on, and while I’m still coming, he puts me down on the floor. He’s on his knees, and I’m straddling him, but with a quick motion of his hips he turns around and lays me down. With both his hands on his knees, he pushes my legs up and intensifies his rhythm. My scream turns into a quivering moan, and I’m almost sure that tomorrow I won’t be able to speak—or sit.
“I want you to…” I find myself saying, the words coming out of my mouth before I can stop them. “I want you to… Fuck me everywhere. Everywhere.” I remember what I went through when I put on the Illicit Escape glasses, how it felt to have his thick cock sliding inside my ass… And I need to feel that right now.
“I know,” he whispers, pulling his cock out with one single movement. “I want it too… Since I saw what you experienced with the glasses, I haven’t been able to think of anything else.”
“Good,” I merely respond, moving like a cat and going on all fours on the floor. Even though I’m breathing hard and my muscles are screaming from all the pleasure, desire seems to act as high-octane fuel. I sway my ass from side to side, an open invitation for Ethan, and he places both his hands on my hips. Running just one finger between my ass cheeks, he presses it against my asshole and slowly feeds it into me. He pushes it all the way in and then, without a break, he starts fingering my ass. My insides are burning, and even though I have no idea how it will feel to have a cock so massive fucking my ass, I can’t wait for it.
Once he takes his finger out of my ass, he replaces it with his cock; pressing with his glans against my hole, he rubs in an up and down motion until I’m gasping for air.
“Please,” I pant, moving my hips back. He feeds one inch into me, and I feel my inner walls burning up as his thickness strains to get inside of my ass. I won’t lie, this hurts, but it’s a pain so sweet and delicious that I can’t help but want more. I thrust back even harder, and reading what’s on my mind, he thrusts mercilessly. His shaft pushes back against my inner walls on the way in, and once every long inch of him is inside of me, there’s nothing that I can do but scream.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I hear him say, his voice coming at me as if he was on a completely different universe. As he starts to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of my ass, I only know that I scream—my brain can’t even process the sound of my voice right now; it’s busy with distilling pain into pleasure.
“Harder, Ethan, harder…” I beg of him, wanting him to fuck me until I can no longer utter a coherent sentence. Obliging, his hips start to slap my ass cheeks as if tomorrow would never come. I let the sound of flesh on flesh lull me into a dream like state, and as his cock ravages my ass, I let the waves of ecstasy drag me down into an ocean of lust.
Making it all so much better, he starts to slap my ass as he fucks me, his hand hitting my cheeks hard enough to leave a mark. Tomorrow I’m going to have a sore ass, and that suits me just fine. I want to wake up remembering how it felt to have a cock as thick as a can of Coke inside of my ass. By all means, this should be physically impossible, but we’re still doing it.
As he pounds into me like a predator, I feel myself on the verge of exploding. So, I do the logical thing and set the fuse on fire; I slide one hand down my stomach, and pressing down on my clit, I start to rub myself as his cock demolishes my ass.
“Come, Brittney,” he says, and his words have an almost magical effect on me. They caress my eardrums, travel to my brain, and there they wreak havoc. As if this was the first orgasm of the day, I throw my head back and scream as loud as I can, my voice so shrill that I wouldn’t be surprise if the mirrors on the walls simply shattered. But they don’t, and so I force my eyes open and look to the side, watching his ass cheeks flex as he thrusts, his long mast destroying my hole.