“I love you. I love you so fucking much!” Lance says, his words like honey and wine. They’re curt and perfect, and above all, they are everything I need to hear. After everything that I told him, after trying to drive him away… That’s the thing with love, I think. He can’t be driven away when it really exists.

“I love you too,” I tell him, my heart brimming with happiness. “But I want you to prove it to me,” I say with a smile, taking one step toward him, our mouths just two inches away from each other. Smiling back, he brushes the back of his hand against my face, tucking a stray lock of hair over my ear.

“I’ll do more than that,” he tells me, leaning in and brushing his lips against mine. I feel that familiar spark of pleasure running through me, the touch of his mouth on mine is one of the sweetest things I have ever experienced in my entire life. “Close your eyes,” he says, pulling back from me.

“Why?” My heart is starting to beat faster, anxiety crawling under my skin as every fiber of my body starts to ache for him.

“Just do it.” I comply, my eyelids drooping before he even finishes speaking. There’s something in the tone of his voice. He showed up in my life as young brash boy, but he’s maturing. He’s shaping up into a man, one who towers above all other mortals. But, in the end, it doesn’t matter how much he grows up: he will always be my Lance.

I hear him walk across the room, his sure footsteps taking him away from he. He rummages through something—one of his travel bags, I assume—and then walks back toward me. I tremble slightly as he presses something over my face, soft fabric brushing against my skin. He places it over my eyes and runs it around my head, tying the slender piece of fabric tightly. It’s a tie, an expensive one, judging by the smoothness of it.

“Now, turn around,” he whispers into my ear, his lips so close they almost brush against it. I turn on my heels, still feeling his warm breath against my neck. My skin prickles as I feel the gentle pressure of his fingers on my back, sliding over my shoulder blades until they meet the zipper on my dress, right below my neck. Slowly, he grabs the fastener and starts pulling it down, the sound of it like a melody. My naked back turned to him, he places his hands on my shoulders and gently pulls the straps down my arms, the dress drooping and falling over my chest, hanging by my waist.

I say nothing. I simply lick my lips in anticipation as he runs his fingers up my arms, hooking them on the straps of my bra and pulling them down just like he did with my dress. He unclasps it and lets it fall from my body onto the floor, my naked nipples pulsing with raw desire.

Breathing softly but at a growing pace, I’m covered in goose bumps, desire burying its long fangs. Lance is taking his time; we’re not hiding or rushing anymore, and that makes me even more anxious for his touch … for his body.

“You look lovely,” he whispers, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. Sliding his fingers over my back, he hooks them on the bunched up fabric on my waist, carefully pushing the dress down my legs. As I feel the fabric hitting the floor, I step out of it, suddenly feeling more exposed than ever. I’m only wearing my tiny lace thong and my heels and I feel more naked than ever before. He has seen me naked countless times, but I could always look into his eyes, take in his reaction. Right now, there’s only darkness—that and the warm maddening touch of his fingertips.

“I want to see you,” I say, suddenly realizing that I’m breathing way harder than I expected.

“I know,” he runs one lazy finger over the contour of my thong, moving it around my waist and then tracing the curve of my buttocks. “But there’s nothing for you to see now… You can only feel.”

There’s a wetness building in me, one stemming from the desperate need for him that’s pooling in my mind. I feel vulnerable right now … Vulnerable and wet. Could there be a more perfect combination?

Grabbing my hands, he moves me across the room; I follow after him, almost as if I were on a leash, and stop when he does.

“Sit down,” he says, and my body responds immediately, my knees bending at the sound of his words. I have no idea where I’m standing, but I trust him… Who wouldn’t trust Lance? I sit down, my buttocks finding the soft mattress underneath them. It shifts softly under my weight, and my mind starts to imagine how it would feel to be pinned down between the sheets and Lance’s body. “Now lay down,” he continues, no longer touching me. My heart beating faster and faster, I climb on top of the bed, lying back as he instructed me to.

There are a few seconds of silence, and my head starts to spin; it’s maddening to have no idea what’s going on around me… In a good way. A very good way.

“You can’t imagine the view I have,” Lance says, the sound of his voice telling me that he’s standing at the foot of the bed, looking down at my almost naked body.

“You can have more than just a view,” I say, my lips curling into a smile. As far as I’m concerned, he can have whatever he wants. I might be much older than he is, but I’m more than willing to make all his wishes come true. How could I not? Just being here with him, wearing just a thong, heels and a blindfold… This is a dream come true right here.

“I intend to.” I feel the mattress shifting again, his weight now added to mine as he climbs on the bed. Still, he doesn’t touch me. His sweet breath is on my neck, and I can almost sense the electricity between my skin and his lips. I sigh heavily, anxious to feel something—anything.

“Patience,” he whispers, brushing one finger over my outer thigh. He slides it up from there to my shoulders, tracing the same path back down. I pant, my body as warm as if I were lying in a bed of coals. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“I don’t want to wait,” I blurt out, feeling my heart pounding inside of my head. I can barely think straight.

“Well, what other choice do you have?” He lays his lips against my neck, my skin prickling as a response. “None. None at all.” Tracing the contour of my jawline with his lips, he finally brushes them against my own. He pulls on my bottom lip with his teeth then, placing one finger between my breasts and running it down to my navel.

This is absolute torture. The sweetest kind there is. He knows I want him desperately, that both my mind and body are boiling with desire, but he won’t bend to my whims; he keeps moving his finger up and down my body, his tongue softly darting between my lips as I struggle to keep control. I’m already grabbing at the sheets, my hands balling into fists as I do my best to keep still.

“Don’t move,” he says, almost as if he could feel the inner struggle raging inside of me. “Don’t make me tie you up… Because I will.” My insides clench at his words, and I wonder how good it would be to have both hands and feet tied up, my naked body his to use as he pleases… I’m growing wetter by the second, my thong feeling sticky as it hugs my soaked pussy.

He starts to stroke my skin with his finger, gently caressing the patch of skin between my breasts. I’m aching for him to grab them, to squeeze them firmly under his hands… But he keeps teasing me, circling the base of my breasts in the most torturous way, never going over the curve that leads to my nipples.

“Please,” I mutter. I’m on the verge of begging now. Oh, I know it’s coming, but the wait has me knee deep in the insanity of lust. My nipples are aching, the hard rosy tips screaming inwardly for release. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to restrain myself. I’m tugging at the sheets as harshly as I can, bunching them up in my hands as my body squirms.

“Please? Begging already?” he asks me, and I can picture the wicked grin I know he has on his delicious lips. “What is it that you want so much?”

“I…” I start, but I have no idea on how to finish the sentence. What do I want? Where do I even start, and is ‘I want it all’ a valid answer? Because I do want it all. I want to feel his lips wrapped around my nipples, his tongue and fingers on my pussy, his cock over my tongue and then sliding down my pussy. I want everything, and I want it now.

“You… I want you. All of you,” I finally manage to say, the words falling off of my lips like the most genuine thing I have ever uttered.

“I’m right here,” he says, slowly moving his fingertip over the curve of my right breast. “You already have me.” His finger hikes all the way up, stopping just before it touches my nipple. I sigh again, almost delirious as he starts to trace slow tortuous circles around my hard tip.

“I bet no one ever made you come like this,” Lance continues, his finger inching closer to my nipple. His words sound like a promise, one wrapped in sin and lust, one that I can’t wait to see fulfilled. “One touch and you’ll be gone. Moaning. Begging for more.”

“I want that… I want it so much.” The words leave my mouth in a hurry, my voice quivering as if I were already moaning, and that’s probably because I’m really close to doing it. My muscles are tense, and it’s getting harder and harder to breathe. I can’t focus or think clearly, desire brimming in my mind and pushing out everything else. I’m on a cliff of ecstasy, my feet dangling over the edge… All I need is a push; it doesn’t matter how small.

“Do you?” he asks me, moving his lips down my neck.

“I do!” I say, my voice pregnant with urgency. “I do! Please.”

It happens in half a heartbeat. He wraps his lips around one nipple, pinching the other one between his fingers. He does it harshly, the sudden harshness contrasting with the gentle torture of his teasing.

It was the push I needed. I tumble over the edge. There’s thunder and lightning, and there’s fire and chaos—all I know is that my mind has exploded. Fire consumes my body before I can even process all of it.

“Oh God…” I moan. “Oh God!” My back is arched, my spine electrified by the high voltage ecstasy running through it. Self-restraint goes out the window and I let go of the sheets, holding Lance’s head with both of my hands, pressing him down and making him suck on my nipple as hard as he can. He obliges, lapping at it with his tongue and pinching my other nipple even more harshly.

My mouth is open wide as I try to breathe, my mind still reeling from the sudden orgasm. Christ, how was this even possible? To come like this… I’m the older one here. I should be the one holding the bag of surprises, not him! And still, in the brashness of his youth, Lance is the one teaching me new tricks. I’m not complaining; it’s fun to be a student at my age, especially when the classroom is located between the sheets.

“You were right…” I say, sighing, “No one has ever made me come like this.”

“I know… But what did I tell you about keeping still?” He snaps back, moving fast and grabbing me by the wrists. He pins my arms against the bed, and I bite my lower lip as he does it. “You didn’t do what I told you to.”

“I didn’t…” And now I can’t wait for his punishment. “What are you going to do about it?” Silence is his only reply. I hear him get out of the bed and walk across the room, stopping for a short while as he looks for something in his bags. Then he returns back to the bed, grabbing my wrists and pulling my arms over my head.

“This is what I’m going to do about it,” he tells me, roping another tie around my right wrist and tying it to the bedpost. He goes around the bed and does the same with my other arm. When he’s done, I tug against the fabric, testing his knots. My pussy clenches as I realize I’m not getting out of this unless he wants me to. I’m at his mercy… And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Is this it? You’re just going to tie me to the bed…?” I tease him, tugging on the ties again, playfully trying to free myself. The more I pull, the tighter his knots become.

“What do you think?” He climbs on top of the bed again, and I feel his weight sinking onto the mattress right between my legs. With his hands on my knees, he forces me to spread my legs wide; I can almost sense his hungry eyes on my pussy, his fingers eager to peel the thong off of my body. “You’re all tied up, almost naked… I can do whatever I want now.”

“Whatever you want,” I repeat after him, my pussy so wet that my fluids start to drip down my inner thighs. He leans over me, laying his lips on my stomach, and then slides them down to the hem of my thong; there, he moves his tongue across the line separating fabric from skin, his hands softly resting on my outer thighs. I’d give anything to look at him right now, to see the hunger and desire in his eyes as he draws closer to my drenched pussy… Somehow, though, being deprived of my vision makes it all better. I’m forced to rely on my other senses, all of them working overtime to amplify every little thing he’s doing to me. Without the crutch of sight, imagination runs wild and free.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” he continues, his tongue now moving down from my waist to my inner thigh, slowly tracing the line of my groin. I start to lift my ass up from the mattress, trying to have his mouth on my pussy, but he simply grabs me by the waist and presses me down. “I can’t wait to tear this thong off…” Ignoring my outburst, he moves his thong to my outer groin. “To run my tongue over your pussy…” Christ, if he continues saying these things, I’m going to come again before he even has the chance to take my thong off.

He bites on the hem of my thong and starts to pull it down slowly, using only his mouth to do it. I bite on my bottom lip, squirming as I feel the fabric sliding down my legs, the cool air of the room lapping at my wetness.

The moment the thong comes off, he places both of his hands on my ankles and runs them all the way up to my waist, leaning over me as he does it. I can imagine him looking down at my pussy, licking his lips as he prepares to devour me… But instead of going for it right away, he starts kissing my inner thighs, his lips seductively brushing against my skin.

Forgetting that I’m tied up, I try and reach for his head, eager to force his mouth against my pussy. But all I manage to do is move my arms just a few inches, the wooden sound of the posts echoing through the room.

“Whatever I want, remember?” he says, his words caressing my naked skin on their way to my ears. “You have no other choice.” God, I just want to grab his head and push him down as I thrust, to feel his mouth against my wetness, his tongue over my clit… But he’s right; I’m his for him to do whatever he wants. There's no other choice but to submit.

“I need it, Lance… Please,” I moan, swaying my hips. He lays one forearm across my waist, keeping me down.

“You’re in luck…” He inches his tongue closer to my pussy. “Because what you want … is what I want too.” He reaches for me with his tongue, tenderly brushing it between my folds and circling my clit. He does it two, three times, and then he dives into me, his open mouth fitting against my pussy.

Even though he’s still holding me down, I can’t help but try and thrust, wanting to feel the sweet pressure of his mouth. He teased me slowly and gently, but now he’s using his tongue harshly, running it up and down my length as furiously as possible. His mouth is open wide, and as he sucks my folds in, I can’t help but let out a loud moan.

“Oh, God…” I moan, rubbing my pussy against his mouth. Without warning, he uses his thumb to press down on my clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure there—not too much, not too little. Taking his forearm from my waist, he places his free hand under his chin, two of his fingers carefully parting my folds. I grit my teeth as I prepare for what’s about to happen, but I don’t even have the time to gasp. He slides his fingers in quickly, moving them into me in a hook motion and curling them upward until they meet that sinful spot deep in my pussy.

Two fingers on my G-spot, his mouth on my folds, and his thumb on my clit, he’s leaving nothing to chance. I would thank him for it, but the only thing I can do with my mouth right now is moan as if I were at least a decade younger. Nothing better than a young man to make you feel alive again, that much is true.

He keeps working me until I can’t take it anymore. My back is arched and my muscles are tensing up to the point of snapping. Feeling the waves of climax coming for me, Lance redoubles his efforts, licking me even more eagerly as he starts to rub my clit deftly.

It hits me like thunder, pleasure exploding inside of me, blinding every single one of my senses. The fact that I can’t see makes it all so much better. All that my brain can process right now is pure unbridled ecstasy, the fast pace of my heart making it rage through my veins and boiling my blood.

Lance allows me to wind down slowly, lapping at me with his tongue until the waves of climax start to subside. Once my brain starts to work properly again, he pulls back from me. I see him in my mind’s eye, my fluids dripping down his chin, and the desire to taste him too takes over me.

“I want you,” I manage to get out between breaths, “In my mouth. Right now.” I’m not begging, nor am I commanding. I’m simply stating what’s going to happen. He probably sees that in my voice, because he climbs on top of me, placing each of his knees by my side. He leans in, and running his hands through my hair, reaches for the knot behind my head; undoing it, he pulls the tie out, the dim light of the room almost too strong for me.

I squint my eyes as they adjust to the brightness, the lines of Lance’s body forming in front of me. He’s on top of me, kneeling and still dressed, and has that familiar wicked grin on his face.

“Tell me, again,” he starts, “What do you want?”

“Your cock … my mouth,” I say, whimpering, my eyes darting to his crotch. I can already see the shape of his erection pushing against his pants, tenting it as if his cock was about to rip through the fabric at any minute now.

He takes both his hands to his belt, unbuckling it as my eyes follow each and every motion he makes. Pulling the belt out of its loop, he throws it to the floor and then starts unbuttoning his pants, undoing each button with a maddening slowness, fully knowing that I’m aching to have him inside of my mouth. He pulls his pants down to his knees, only his black boxer briefs standing in the way now.

“Is this what you want?” he asks me, curling his fingers around his cock and over his boxers.

“Yes… Yes,” I whimper again, my mouth feeling dry with anxiety. Christ, I don’t think I have ever wanted a man’s cock inside of my mouth this much. Hooking his fingers on the hem of his boxers, he pulls them down, allowing his cock to jump free and into sight. I lick my lips unconsciously, my eyes wandering over his thick veiny shaft, the tip already glistening with a hint of precum.

He inches closer to me and grabs his cock, angling it down so that its tip is hovering right above my lips. I try and reach for it, but he moves it out of reach. Then, grinning, he slowly pushes his cock down, brushing his glans over my lips.

“Is this it…?” he teases me, rubbing his tip against me, but still keeping it far enough away from me so that I'm not able to take it in my mouth.

“More…” I simply groan, still trying to crane my neck. Obliging, he lets me place my lips around his glans, and I wrap them tight, cleaning it dry of his precum with the tip of my tongue. Inch by inch, he slowly feeds his cock into my mouth, his thick shaft rolling down between my lips. My eyelids droop by instinct, and I feel my whole body trembling as he pushes his cock toward the back of my throat. He holds it there for a brief moment, and then slides it back until only his tip is inside of me; repeating his motion, he starts to build a rhythm. It doesn’t take long for him to be thrusting fast and hard, filling me with his flesh as he fucks my tight eager mouth. “What you want, you get,” he whispers between hard breaths, tangling his fingers in my hair and holding my head in place.

I suck and lick as if there was nothing more important than this in the whole world. Right now, only his cock and his pleasure matter to me. It’s a selfish feeling, really; his pleasure is my pleasure. And that’s the way it should be. Because we are one… And it feels so good to think it without feeling fear or shame. We are one.

My eyes are still closed, so I don’t see it; I only feel him untying the knot that binds my right hand, freeing my arm. I lose no time. I reach for him at once, cupping his balls and rolling them over my fingers as he eases his pace. When he stops thrusting, I take the chance and start bobbing my head back and forth, not wanting to lose any momentum as he unties my other hand.

Finally free, I start sucking him with redoubled effort, massaging his balls as I curl the fingers of my other hand around his shaft. Stroking him while I suck, I keep this pendulum motion for as long as I can, pushing through the pain in my neck. It doesn’t take long for his cock to start spasming inside of my mouth, and he grabs my head almost immediately, making me stop.

“No…” he says, popping his cock out of my mouth. “Not yet. I want to cum only once…” He continues, locking eyes on me. “Because when I do it, I want to do it all over you… I want to see you covered in cum, head to toe.”

“I can’t wait,” I reply, my heart skipping a beat at the thought. “But first I have to get you there.”

“You do.”

Grinning mischievously, I place my hands on the collar of his shirt and tug on it as violently as I can, forcing the buttons to pop out. I repeat the procedure until his shirt is completely ruined, his naked chiseled abs right in front of my face. Pushing the shirt down his arms, I let it fall on top of the mattress, not bothering to throw it out. Every second counts now, and I place the flat palm of my hands against his pectorals; I push him back and he goes down willingly, falling flat on his back.

Moving like a cat in heat, I climb on top of him, tugging on his pants and boxers and pulling them off viciously.

“Much better,” I purr, looking down at the gloriously naked young man underneath me. Skin on skin, I feel the heat between our bodies increasing. It won’t take much for us to reach the boiling point. I grab his cock, never taking my eyes off of his. Slightly raising my hips, I angle his shaft so that it’s pointing straight at my pussy; I go down, but I don’t go all the way. Much in the same way he teased me, I start rubbing his glans against my folds, torturing him.

“Payback,” I tell him with a grin, threatening to slide his cock in but never actually doing it. He grins back at me, and I just know he means trouble.

“Not really,” he says, placing his hands on my ass. “Remember… I can do whatever I want,” and then he thrusts upward with no warning at all. I try and escape, but it’s impossible; he hooks his fingers on my buttocks and pushes me down, impaling me on his cock. I throw my head back and let out a violent scream, the sound shrill enough to break glass.

He doesn’t even let me reel from the first impact. Thrusting violently, he starts to fuck me in such a way that I feel my nerve endings going numb, pleasure coating my mind and choking out every ounce of rationality that lives inside of me. I’m all lust and sin right now.

One hand still on my ass, he takes the other one to my breasts, squeezing eagerly. I throw my head back, my hair cascading down my shoulders, and start to rock my hips, trying to match the fierceness of his movement. The sound of flesh on flesh starts to fill the room, blending with my moans and creating a melody of pleasure and delight.

With the melody of our bodies guiding me, I let one hand run down my chest and I flatten it right above my pussy, reaching for my clit with the tip of my middle finger. Lance eases down then, laying back and succumbing to the sway of my hips. I ride him fast and hard, rubbing my clit at the same time.

Losing all notion of time, I let the movement of our bodies build that sweet madness inside my muscles, coiling them and setting them up for release. I feel them cramping up, but I don’t care; I’m way past caring. Riding Lance into oblivion, I only stop when fireworks go off behind my eyelids.

“Oh, fuck…” I moan, my pussy cramping up around his shaft as I come. I lean forward, my fingernails digging into his pectorals as I hiss through gritted teeth. I’m trembling and twitching, and I can’t even open my eyes; there’s really nothing I can do now but submit and let pleasure wash over me.

Lance doesn’t afford me the luxury of waiting, though. His hands on my waist, he rolls me to the side without even taking his cock out of me. The moment he’s on top of my body, I’m still coming, my body barely able to respond.

“Spread your legs. Wide,” he commands, my body reacting to the firm sound of his voice. I do more than just spread my legs, though; I lift them up, placing them over his shoulders as he leans into me. I want to curse, moan and hiss, but I just can’t. When he presses his body on top of mine, raising my legs with his shoulders, he drives his cock as deep as it has ever been inside of me. It hurts and it pleases… It drives me utterly and completely insane. And he’s not even moving yet.

Bending my legs, he leans further in and crushes his mouth against mine. The moment our lips touch he starts to thrust, driving nails of pleasure deep inside of my brain. I pull back from his kiss, screaming as loud as I can. He’s thrusting so hard that the bed starts to rock back and forth, accompanying the sway of his body.

My mind is coming apart, my body is burning up, and still he keeps going harder with each passing second, pulling me down into oblivion. I try and tell him that I’m close, that I need him to keep going as hard as he can… But the only thing that leaves my mouth is a weak groan of pleasure. Luckily, he doesn’t need my words to know what I need; as if he could read my mind, he keeps pistoning harder into me.

I come undone with a moan, the muscles in my throat working hard through sweet release. He holds his position the moment my pussy tightens around his cock, keeping the tip pressed tight against my G-spot as my body trembles and twitches. My hands are on his back, my fingernails buried in his chiseled muscles like claws.

I don’t even know how, but every orgasm with Lance feels different. It doesn’t matter how many times I come, it’s almost like the first time I’m with him. And it’s just perfect.

Coming down, I pant as he takes my legs out from his shoulders. He leans back, his cock sliding out of my pussy, and I lay on the mattress, whimpering as sparks of electric pleasure make my muscles twitch erratically.

“Tired already?” he whispers into my ear, lying by my side.

“Never…” I manage to say, my chest rising and falling quickly as I make the effort to get the words out. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Makes two of us then,” he grins, placing his hands on my waist and making me turn to the side, my back to him. He presses his chest against my back, running one hand down my side. His long fingers go over the curve of my ass cheeks, caressing my crack and further down, finding their way to the wet mess between my thighs. I feel him grabbing his cock and he angles it down, pressing his tip against my folds. “It feels so good…” he whispers, sliding his cock just one inch in, another dazed whimper leaving my lips. “I love how tight you are.”

I want to say something, anything, but the only thing I manage to do is thrust back against him, forcing his cock to sheath itself to the hilt in me. He groans into my neck, pressing his lips there and nibbling at my skin, and then curls his fingers on my waist. Holding me in place, he starts to thrust, the coming and going motion of his body making me grab at the sheets.

It doesn’t take long for him to be thrusting so hard that he rolls me to the side, climbing on top of me. As I’m lying down on my stomach, he places his hands on my side, supporting himself as he keeps rocking his body against mine. Soon his hands move from the bed to my ass, and he squeezes my cheeks hard as he fucks me, pistoning into me with the fury of a man possessed by lust.

“Oh, God,” I moan into the sheets, feeling my heart beating so fast it might just burst any minute now. I push back against Lance, using the support from my hands to lift my body up from the bed and go on all fours. He accompanies my movement easily, going to his knees without even taking his cock from inside of me. “As hard as you can…” I beg him. “I don’t want to feel my legs once you’re done.”

“That can be arranged,” he says, running his index finger over my ass crack. “Once I’m done… You won’t even know your name anymore.” He keeps moving his finger back and forth over my ass, goose bumps going through me each time I feel him stroking close to my hole. He isn’t moving his cock yet, but I already feel a storm brewing on the horizon. Pressing his fingertip over my ass, he slowly pushes it in, my back arching as I feel him in me. Slowly, he starts to move his hips, using his finger in a matching pace. A few heartbeats in and he’s fingering my ass and fucking my pussy, the pendulum motion of it almost too much for me to bear.

With his free hand he tangles his fingers in my hair and yanks on it, forcing me to throw my head back as a throaty moan fills the room. Holding me by the hair, he drives his cock deeper into me and holds still, only his finger moving. He moves it around inside my ass, my pussy tightening around his cock as I start to feel like a dam about to burst.

“Come for me,” he whispers, picking up the pace with his finger. He pushes it in and turns it around, moving it in such a way that I can’t help but do what he tells me to. I come hard, grabbing at the sheets as if I didn’t know what to do with my hands. “Good…” he continues, slowly pulling his finger out. I remain still as he squeezes both my ass cheeks, running his hands over my fleshy curves as his cock pulses inside of my pussy.

I can’t even hold my head up anymore. I have my cheek pressed against the mattress, my body still up only because he’s grabbing my ass. He doesn’t care. With one hard smack across my buttocks, he hooks his fingers on my waist and starts to thrust.

This time he doesn’t build up the pace. Oh, no, this time he goes hard right from the start, like a man aching for a knockout before the bell rings. He’s moving so fast I can’t even tell when he’s sliding his cock in or out… All I know is that he’s completely demolishing me, tearing both my mind and body apart.

The sound of his hips slapping my ass fills the whole room, like a violent song of ecstasy, one that climbs in through my ears and claws at my brain like a drug. And, just like a drug, it makes me oh so high.

“Don’t stop … Don’t stop,” I start repeating, like a mantra, these two words the only ones I can still pronounce. “DON’T STOP!” I finally yell, coming undone as if my body was being dropped into boiling water. I collapse on top of the mattress, feeling Lance’s weight on top of me as my limbs move erratically. I’m flailing both arms and legs, the electric current going through me severing the connection between brain and body.

I tremble as he takes his cock out from me and rolls to the side, a whimper on my lips. Making a mighty effort, I turn toward him, smiling weakly as I open up my eyes; I rest one hand against his chest, and sliding my fingertips over his abs, I grab his thick cock.

“You promised me something,” I say, stroking him with soft but deliberate movements. He grins mischievously, reading what’s on my mind.

“I did, didn’t I?” I simply nod in response, letting go of his cock, and my hand going to his chest, pushing him off. He rolls off of the bed and goes up to his feet, towering over me in a way that makes my insides clench in anticipation of what’s to come. Reaching for his cock, I wrap my fingers around his shaft again; our eyes are locked as I stroke him, my hand moving like clockwork in a steady back and forth motion.

Never letting go of his cock, I get out of the bed, my knees buckling under my weight as my feet touch the floor. Oh, well, I go down on my knees right in front of him, his cock just a few inches away from my mouth. I go for it, parting my lips and forcing his shaft to go over my tongue and deep inside of me.

Just like he did while fucking me, I don’t build up the pace. I start sucking him as hard and as viciously as I can, moving my head until my neck starts to burn. I keep stroking him all the same, both my hands around his shaft as they travel up and down at the same pace of my mouth.

While he has his hands on top of my head, Lance doesn’t take the lead; he lets me keep moving at this frenzied pace, pushing him closer to the edge. And when I feel him there, his cock spasming inside of my mouth, I give one final push and make him explode.

“Come for me, baby,” I say, looking up at him while his cock pops out of my mouth. My hands are moving at a frenetic pace and he finally lets go. He groans, his fingers running through my hair as a thick rope of cum shoots from his cock, hitting me straight on the face. I open my mouth as wide as I can, trying to get as much of his semen on me.

“Fuck…” he groans, his muscles taut and hard as if they were made of steel. His cock is spasming hard against my fingers, shooting so much cum I don’t even know how he could hold it all inside of him. Strands of it hit my face, coating my cheeks and tongue and dripping down my neck and chest. I can’t help but smile as I feel his warm juices coating my skin, his cock gushing an endless river of semen and drowning me in it. I keep stroking through it, only stopping when I’ve milked him out of every single drop, and by then, I’m completely covered in his seed. Even my hair is ruined, but I don’t care. Why would I?

I lean toward him, my tongue reaching for his cock; with gentle movements I lap at him, cleaning his tip and shaft of the few drops still hanging there.

“Look at the mess you’ve made,” I tell him, grabbing my breasts and smearing his cum all over my body. I run two fingers between my tits, and scooping up a thick strand, take them to my mouth and suck them dry, my eyes never leaving his.

“Mess? I don’t see any mess,” he says, going down on his knees in front of me. “You look fucking beautiful like this.”

“I do, don’t I?” I run my fingers through his hair and pull him to me, his mouth going straight my tits. He wraps his lips around my cum-coated nipples, and using his tongue, starts licking me eagerly. “I love you so much,” I say, throwing my head back and closing my eyes as I feel his tongue running all over my chest.

“I love you too,” he tells me, his tongue sliding all the way up from my neck to my chin. He goes further up, pressing his mouth against mine; I slide my tongue inside his mouth and he sucks on it, taking every last drop of cum inside of his own mouth.

I look at him with a wide smile, lips glistening from all of the semen. He’s smiling back at me, the kind of smile I know he saved for a woman like me.

I rest my hand against his cheek and lean in for one final kiss. “What do we do now?” I ask, not wanting to let the real world back in, but knowing that I have to do it all the same. Stroking my hair, he simply smiles.

“Don’t worry. I have a plan.”