Wicked Lil' Brat(104)

The moment he focuses on my clit, his lips wrapped around it as he presses down with his tongue, my whole body shakes as I come. I pull on his hair as hard as I can, throwing my head back as I grit my teeth, suppressing a wild scream of savage pleasure.

I’m still shaking when he slides two fingers inside of me, moving them in and out in a matching rhythm to that of his tongue. He’s not even eating me out; he’s fucking me with his mouth. And it feels so right… After months of frustration, this seems like Heaven on Earth.

I don’t even know how it’s possible, but the first orgasm still hasn’t died and I’m already coming again, cresting the peak of pleasure’s mountains as my body is consumed by burning intense pleasure. My limbs are flailing and I’ve lost all control of my body. I’m like a puppet, carnal pleasure pulling the strings and guiding me toward another dimension… One where only ecstasy matters.

Guided by the desire to achieve that carnal transcendence, I take my hands to his face and make him look at me, locking my eyes on his.

“I need you in me. Right now,” I tell him, the tone of my voice a commanding one. Lucky for me, I don’t have to command or beg; he’s ready to give me what I want right now. He goes to his feet, a devilish grin on his lips.

“You don’t need to ask. There’s nothing that I want more,” he says, pressing his body against mine. He grabs his cock with one hand and presses its thick head against my inner lips; gently swaying his hips, he rubs his glans against me, my body and mind buzzing with excitement as I bury my fingernails in his back. With my fingers acting like hooks, I motion for him to thrust, to pierce me with his cock and fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before. But he takes his time; he keeps on gently rubbing his cock against me, never allowing it to go more than a few centimeters inside of me.

“Why are you trying to tease me?” I whisper into his ear. “You’re just teasing yourself, Lance… You want that cock inside of me as bad as I do.”

“I do,” he whispers, and then, the whole world explodes. He thrusts violently, his thick shaft sliding inside of me with one single stroke and scorching all of my nerve endings. His cock stretches my inner walls as it goes, making me wonder about how it's possible to have something so huge inside of me. I might not be young anymore, but I still pride myself on having a pussy as tight as a virgin.

He starts ramming it inside of me harshly, his fingers going down my back and nestling under my buttocks. He pulls me up and into him, lifting me off from the floor, and I lock my legs around his back. With my arms over his shoulders, I pull him in and make him move even more viciously, each thrust of his like a stab of pure pleasure, a mind-numbing high that would put any kind of drug to shame. In fact, just two thrusts and I’m already an addict. I’ve always been partial to big cocks, that’s true, but with Lance it feels like this is my first time… I mean, is there anything better than experiencing something like this? Even if it’s as wrong as original sin. Oh, screw that—this being forbidden makes it even better.

Rocking his body against mine in a back and forth motion, our bodies fuse into one, our muscles moving as if we are part of the same machinery. My brain is working overtime trying to process all the information that my nerve endings send it, but it’s almost impossible; there’s a limit to how much pleasure I can handle.

It doesn’t take long for me to come again, my pussy tightening around his cock as I claw at his back. I do it hard, my fingernails sliding across his skin with enough strength to draw blood. A grin dawns on my lips as I imagine how he’s going to look after I’m done with him. When he looks into the mirror tonight, he’s going to have the memories of what we’re doing here etched right into his skin. He’ll remember how he fucked his own stepmother, how she moaned into his ear...

A violent scream climbs up my throat and I purse my lips, throwing my head back against the wall as I order my brain to keep my mouth shut. I have to watch myself. We're in a public dressing room. Even so, I can’t stop a moan from escaping into the cool air of the room, my body burning up with orgasmic violence.

I tremble, shiver, and twitch, all of me burning in ecstasy.

“I like hearing you moan,” he whispers against my ear, his lips seductively brushing against my skin. “Makes everything even better.”

“Then why don’t you make me moan louder?” I tease him, no actually knowing if I can survive this. Have I ever felt this much pleasure? If a moan like that escapes my lips, will security be knocking on the dressing room door?