Wicked Lil' Brat(8)

“I know,” he says with a devilish grin, his member throbbing hard against my fingers. Without taking my eyes off of his, I let my back slide down the wall and I go down to my knees. Instinct guiding the movements of my body, I start to lean into his cock, my eyelids drooping at the same time. I reach for his tip with my tongue and, the moment I finally touch it, there’s a pleasant buzz under my skin. I lean forward, parting my lips and allowing his glans inside of me; as it slides over my tongue, I have to open my mouth as wide as I can to accommodate its thickness. If having him in my mouth is this challenging… I can’t even begin to imagine how it will feel to have him inside of my pussy. I don’t even know if it’s physically possible! I mean, there has to be a limit for how massive of a cock a woman can take, right? Well, whatever, I’m going to find that out, sooner or later.

With his glans inside of my mouth, I run my tongue around it in wide, slow circles, and only then do I start to go deeper. Inch by slow inch, his gigantic shaft rolls down my tongue, filling my mouth in a way I didn’t even know was possible. I go so deep that the tip of his cock touches the back of my throat but, when I open my eyes, I realize that I still don’t have all of him inside of my mouth. I choose this moment to look up at him, my mouth straining to accommodate his thickness; the moment our eyes lock, I can see all the hunger dancing in his eyes.

“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now…” he tells me, placing both his hands on my head and tangling his fingers in my hair. Holding my head in place, he slides his cock out of my mouth, only stopping when his glans touches my lips; then, he goes back in all the way to the end. He keeps this pendulum motion for God knows how long, time dilating more and more with each time he thrusts. Finally, he pulls back and his cock pops out of my mouth with a loud wet sound.

“Ready for the main event?” he asks me, pulling me up to my feet and pressing me against the wall once more. Smiling lewdly, I simply nod, placing both my arms over his shoulders. Taking the hint, he presses his body against mine and, grabbing me under my ass, he pulls me up and into him. Reacting unconsciously, I cross my legs behind his lower back. Now holding me with only one hand, he takes the other one between my thighs and, grabbing the fabric of my thong, he pushes it to the side; closing in on me, he angles himself so that his glans is against my wet pussy.

“I want it… I want it now,” I groan, trying to sway my hips and force him to thrust.

“How bad do you want it?” he whispers, keeping his position while he rocks his hips with soft movements, brushing the tip of his cock up and down my folds.

“Bad. I want it bad.” That’s all that I can say as I start to thrust harder, desperate to feel his cock inside of me. His grin widens as he sees my desperation and, with a flicker of lust in his eyes, he finally thrusts.

I throw my head back against the tiled wall and grit my teeth, doing my best not to scream. His shaft slides inside of my pussy at a slow pace, my inner walls straining so hard to adjust to his thickness that I feel my insides burning up; it’s physically possible, after all. The thing is, I’m not so sure that, once we’re done, my pussy will ever be the same. But if that happens… Well, it’d have been totally worth it.

Mason goes all the way in, only stopping when all of his inches are nestled inside of my pussy. I dig my fingers into his back, my eyes still closed as my brain tries to comprehend the avalanche of sensations that are hitting me right now. That’s when Mason decides to start thrusting; rocking his hips back and forth, his cock slides in and out of me at a growing pace, flames of ecstasy circling my mind and threatening to consume it. This is almost too much. Almost.

“Harder,” I find myself saying, my voice sounding foreign to my ears. Mason starts going harder and harder, ravaging me with such intensity that I have to breathe as deep as I can in order to remain conscious. Sparks of pleasure spread from my pussy to the rest of my body, ecstasy flooding me and overpowering me. I've never felt anything quite like this… I mean, I love sex, but I never really understood how good sex could be. If Heaven exists, I doubt it’ll make you feel half as good as what I’m feeling right now.

“You’re so fucking tight, Becca…” he whispers into my ear, still thrusting so hard that my insides are boiling up. “I could get used to this… I really could.”

It’s funny how life works; one moment you’re sitting at a bar, the other Mason Kane is fucking your brains out. I never thought, not even in my wildest dreams that my night would end like this... But here I am, trying hard not to scream as Mason’s thick cock stretches me wide. I can’t help but wonder if this is just what it is, something for me to treasure and protect in a chest of memories, or the start of something new… Deep down, I hope it’s the latter. I really do.