I lie back on the small call room bed with Trent's hands caressing up my thighs, causing my body to involuntary tremble with desire. "I don't know, Doc, but I've been a really bad girl today. I think I need to be fucked. Rough and hard." I'm baiting him at this point. I've found that Trent goes insane for the bad girl talk.
I coyly smile up at him and his eyes lock with mine. His look is almost predatory. My nipples harden and I feel a gush of arousal wet my panties. After tossing my pants and thong across the room, he roughly takes my scrub top and bra off then unties his scrub pants and pulls his hard, rigid cock out. I'm mesmerized by the sheer beauty of him. He's silky and hard. Soft and rough. He has the most beautiful cock I've ever seen and I'm nearly panting for it. I slowly get down on my knees and beg him to let me put my mouth on him. I've never really been a girl who's had gusto for blow jobs, but when it comes to Trent Hamilton and his superhero cock, I want to suck on that beautiful shaft like a Charms Blow Pop.
"Trent, let me fuck you with my mouth," I plead while looking into his eyes and slowly rubbing the tip of him around my lips, savoring the taste of his pre-cum that has now reached my tongue. His eyes darken, those blue orbs catching fire. He nods, and I can tell he is so turned on at this point that he probably can't form a coherent thought much less answer me.
I slowly take all of him in my mouth until I can feel him tap the back of my throat. I make a little humming noise just to drive him a little closer to the edge. His cock jerks and Trent curses under his breath.
Damn, I love getting to him like that.
I continue my assault on him and do not leave an inch untouched. I lick and suck and stroke him into a fucking frenzy. Before I can finish him off, he grabs my hips with insistent hands and throws me onto the bed. This seems to be a theme between us—him tossing me around, taking charge of the situation.
Boy oh boy do I enjoy this take-charge Trent theme.
Our eyes catch as he kneels between my legs. Just looking at him, Trent in all his erotic beauty, something opens wide and deep inside of me. It's a feeling that is slightly familiar, yet so unfamiliar at the same time. A feeling that nearly grabs my heart out of my chest.
I love him…I love him…I love him.
My chest hurts from fear that this man will be my undoing. That Trent Hamilton could destroy me. The thoughts that fill my brain are quickly pushed to the side when Trent thrusts inside of me, wild and hard. My body trembles from the feel of him, the feel of his cock rigid and insistent, pressed deep inside my core.
My panting and whimpering only seem to fuel his lust further, encouraging him to take me, mark me, make me his. He fits against me, inside of me, like my missing puzzle piece.
My perfect mate.
Trent pulls out and stares down at me, his face straining, delaying his orgasm.
“Ellie,” he mutters under his breath, teeth clenched, neck muscles flexing.
“Now, Trent. Now. Please, I need you inside of me.” I'm moaning and clutching at his arms eagerly. My heels dig into his backside, pushing him closer, showing him what I want, what I need, what I can't live without. He slides back inside of me, achingly slow, forcing me to feel every inch of him. I'm panting like a whore in church and whimpering involuntarily. He plunges and thrusts and reaches a depth that has the pressuring building inside of me.
Building and building…
My vision blurs, my body flushing with heat, my nipples hardening against his chest. I fist my hands into his stiff scrub top as shivers roll up and down my spine. A soft murmur escapes my lips. A murmur of inescapable pleasure, of inexplainable arousal. My lashes sweep down as my eyes squeeze tightly shut, my climax starting to take hold and pull me under. I grasp his shoulders and run my nails down his back. I'm clutching to him in desperation. Desperate for my release, desperate to feel him come inside of me.
And I crashed….
Crashed into an ocean of euphoria while the most beautiful eyes were locked on mine, watching me fall apart at the seams. Watching me shudder and scream in undeniable pleasure.
Pure ecstasy.
I'm high as a kite off of my release, nearly fucked into a stupor. A delightful stupor at that. Trent's pace increases, plunging farther, stroking himself with my core. His expression is fierce as he nears that pivotal point—the point of no return, the point where he falls into a bliss-filled abyss of never-ending desire.
My entire world vanishes as I luxuriate in the feel of him, the beauty of him over me, inside of me. There are only two people left. Trent and Ellen. He is the focus of my world. Everything. Nothing else even comes close to being important in this moment. There's an intangible connection between us. A connection so strong, so deep, so unexplainable, nearly taking my breath away.