Allie
My hands are tied behind my back, I'm blindfolded, and he's pressing me down on the bed as he fucks me from behind.
It doesn't get much more intense than this.
I don't know what I did to merit his scorn and fury, but it all feels good in my body, so I'm game.
This all started in the club. The heated exchanges between us, the fact that he brought another girl, all of it was leading to this moment. What he did made me furious and a part of me can't even believe I went to bed with him anyway.
At the same time, the sexual buildup, the energy that was vacillating between us in the club, it all led to this moment.
And to me, this moment is special. I have never been tied up before Xavier. I've never let a guy blindfold me and do things to me with sex toys. I feel like this is virgin territory, and oh my God, what have I been missing out on?
Sex with him is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. He's dominant and controlling and yet also acutely aware of what it is I want and need.
There's an unspoken boundary he will not cross. I feel strangely sure that he’ll never hurt me. He doesn't deserve to have my trust yet, but he has it. He owns me, at least for this moment.
I never dreamed I would be tied up like this. I've never gone to such extremes as with this guy, but with Xavier extremes are necessary. It takes a lot to satisfy him. He tries to claim me on every level, body, mind, and spirit. And now, as the world is darkened by my blindfold, he's taking me to new levels.
Everything's sensory. The feeling of his shaft sliding slowly into me. The sound of his harsh breathing as he pumps into me and has his way with my pussy that's aching and throbbing.
All I can think of is when? When can I come? He likes to call the shots on that, and in a weird way I want to obey that. I want to fucking please him, and I don't know why.
I try to catch my breath, but it’s impossible. His gigantic cock feels so good, filling me up in every way. The sensation of pleasure rises and falls and I'm ready to just ride that wave, but before I have a chance, he pulls out another trick of the trade.
He's got some kind of little vibrator pressed against my clit. Now the feelings are varied. I want to come from inside, deeply, and from without. The combination will result in a dangerous explosion that will leave me dizzy for days.
I know what he's doing. He's taking me so far over the edge that I'll never forget this night. I'll never forget him. Not that I could if I tried.
He circles my clit over and over again and the effect is tantalizing. This, combined with the feel of his gigantic cock filling me up, well, I'm about to come whether he wants me to or not.
The idea of it is glorious, but I'm trying to ride the surge of pleasure as best I can so as not to disappoint the man in charge.
I'd do anything for him. I sincerely think that, and yet it's so early. What am I even doing here?
I try not to climax and not to let it all fall into million crashing pieces, but it's hard to hold back.
I know the more I hold back, the more explosive it will be. If I can hang on a little longer then I'll be able to come again and again and again, and I won't be able to stop. I'll have multiple orgasms back to back and this is likely what he craves.
Xavier really is that good. He's everything I could ever want, and I feel myself falling for him in more ways than one.
Nothing makes sense except the quality of this moment. The feel of his giant manhood thrusting in and out, in perfect sync with my own rhythmic buildup is just too good.
Fucking him is magical. I try to spread open wider to take in all of him. It's always a pleasure I would literally die for to feel inch after gratifying inch of him inside me.
He's just circling my clit with that fucking vibrator and it feels so divine, but the feeling is torturous as well. I feel my climax rising from there and from deep within. It's gonna be insane, he's made sure of that.
My heart races as I take in the fullness of him. I feel buildup from every direction like nothing I’ve felt yet with him. He thrusts into me a little harder, and that's it, I have to come.
"Xavier, I'm coming. I can't help it," I cry out.
"That's good, baby," he says. "Just let it go."
And I do. I let it go all around his fucking enormous cock. A giant flood of sensations encompass me. My pussy is pulsating and it's warm and gushing what feels like gallons of cum all over his cock.
This makes it easier for me to accommodate his width and he takes the opportunity to thrust in and out with more force than ever, like our fucking lives depend on it.
He's turned on by my release, knowing it's all because of him.
The wetness of my sticky cum surrounds his entire shaft and he starts to pummel me quickly. He's fucking me so hard, and when I think of how connected we are, it makes me feel like I’m going to come all over again.
The many peaks rise and fall, as I come without being able to stop. He sprays his essence inside of me and the warm fluid comingles with my own.
Things are not just surface with him. It's not just lust. There's something deeper here. I know it. And that to me, is sexier than anything else.
Being connected to him, to another person like this, is enough to make me come for days.
My orgasm rolls into one and then another. I'm having the most intense orgasms of my life, and all I can do is moan and cry out his name. It's probably exactly what he wants. He loves to hear me begging for it. And beg I do.
"Good girl,” he says. "Just let it go. You know you want to."
I do want to. His name is the only thing on my lips. He's consuming me with his presence and it's all I can think about.
"Xavier, I want you so bad. It's only you." I don’t even know what I’m saying I’m so lost in this orgasmic haze.
Every time I say his name it's like a new release of testosterone goes pulsing through him.
He flips me over so that I'm on my back, but my hands are tied above my head. I still can't see him, but I can sense what's about to happen.
He pushes my legs back so that he can have full access to my sopping wet pussy. And soon he's sliding that enormous shaft right back inside of me.
He's in it for the long haul like a fucking marathon. I'm spent as all hell, but Xavier hasn't had his fill.
He dominates me once again as if we both haven’t just come our brains out.
I don't know what's left. But he’s surely gonna find it.
He pushes into me and I'm whimpering and begging for it. I just want more of him. Always more.
"Ah, Allie, you're so tight," he growls.
The way he says it makes me get even wetter for him. How can this one man consume all of my thoughts and my body at the same time?
The connection seems too deep, too real. I don't know what's going on. And I don't know if I can trust it.
But for the time being it's all about the present moment. I can hardly think of anything else except for what's going on right now, which is the fact that I'm blindfolded and I only have the sensory experience of him taking me once more.
He sinks into me deeper and deeper. My throbbing pussy is still aching for more. I can't keep up, so I just give in. I relax and give in to the force of his cock.
I think I'm coming again but I can't tell because I'm living in one blissful place where everything all blends together. It's almost like having an out of body experience.
"Are you ready for me to come?" he asks.
"Yes," I sigh, my voice thick with desire.
His motion speeds up considerably and he's pounding into me and it's everything.
Before I can savor it for one single more second, though, he pulls out and sprays his cum all over my chest.
I’m sure my tits are glistening with his sticky essence. I want to taste it and to have every part of him inside of me. I lick up what I can and this makes him groan.
I'm completely spent, exhausted, done for. I lay stretched out on his bed unable to get up, unable to move. That many orgasms will do that to a girl.
With one heaving motion, he lies down beside me and we curl up and go to sleep. It's been forever since I've slept like this, with a man that I feel safe with enveloping me.
I think about our relationship and how it feels so real. I let myself drift off to sleep with fantasies of this man, Xavier, who is wrapped around me.
Can it be real? Can I trust what I have? Surely I'm not making up a connection such as this.
Don't do it, Allie. Stay guarded. You can't trust this guy.
My intuition is screaming out at me to fucking pay attention, but all I can do is let myself drift off into a blissful sleep, unguarded, next to the man of my dreams.