Destiny
Well, I didn’t expect to end up in his apartment, that’s for sure. But it just seemed like the right thing to do, you know? Sure, Lester warned me all about Austin—how there’s more under the surface, how Python isn’t really what it seems to be. But I’m a grown girl, and I can take care of myself. And this is just sex, it’s not like I’m going to marry him.
“You’ve been dying for this, haven’t you?” I ask Austin the moment we step inside his apartment, a devilish smile dawning on my lips. He doesn’t even show me around; he just pauses and, with a growl, runs his hand up my neck and tangles his fingers in my hair. He yanks my head back and, looking me straight in the eye, grins.
“That’s right,” he tells me, his grin widening with each of his words. “But so have you,” he continues, slowly leaning into me. He stops when there’s only one inch separating our lips and, as I try to close the distance, he yanks harder on my hair. Then, he finally crushes his mouth against mine, his full lips a perfect match.
Just one kiss, and he has already told me a lot about him. He wants control… He needs it. Even if I want the same things that he does, he wants to be the one in charge. Not because he wants to show off, or prove that he’s manly. It’s simply who he is, and I doubt that he knows how to live—and fuck—any other way. Maybe I’ll show him a thing or two… After all, I’m not known as the submissive type.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he whispers into my ear after slowly peeling his lips off of mine. “I know your type.”
“Do you?” I ask him, moving fast and taking my hand right to his crotch. I curl my fingers around the thick shape pushing against the fabric of his pants—hell, he’s really big, but he doesn’t even react. “You know nothing about me.”
“Oh, but I do. I know enough,” he whispers again, both his hands sliding down the side of my body and stopping right on my waist. He pushes me back until I hit the wall, all air leaving my lungs as I feel the solid surface against my body. One of his hands goes back to my hair, and he grabs it again, holding my head in place as he looks into my eyes. “I know that you don’t like to be dominated… That you prefer to dominate. But, babe, you’ve never met a man like me.”
“You sure know how to talk,” I tease him, staring at him in defiance. My fingers are still curled around his mast, and it pulses against my hand as I speak, sending a shiver up my spine. “But what I want... is to see what you can do.”
“I’m not sure if you can take it,” he says, his grin growing larger as the pressure of his fingers on my hair intensifies. “Because once I fuck you, you’ll be hooked.” I grin back at him, squinting my eyes in a challenge.
“Like I said… Talk’s cheap.” As if my words have struck a chord, he forces me to turn on my heels and pins me against the wall. I place both my hands on the wall for support, and he presses his body on mine in an instant, his muscular torso right against my back. I feel his hard pectorals, and… are those abs? God, I need to see what he’s hiding under that shirt of his. He looks good with clothes on, and I really can’t wait to see what he’s hiding under his clothes.
My eyelids droop as, leaning, he brushes his lips over the naked skin of my neck. His kisses are gentle, but under his gentleness there’s a coiled aggressiveness, an undertone of danger and adrenaline… I have to admit, I haven’t been this wet in a long time. And he has gotten me curious; how good can he be?
His hands go up to my shoulders, and his fingers find the straps of my dress. He pulls them down my arms, tugging at the fabric until it folds over my chest and hangs limply around my waist. Using only one finger, he traces a straight line down from between my shoulders, his fingertip going over the ridges of my spine until it finds the place where both thong and skin meet. His fingers go sideways then, moving around my hips as he traces the contour of my thong. He’s taking his time, and he’s doing it deliberately; he’s teasing me, torturing me, waiting until I’m dying to have him… But I know the game he’s playing, and I’m not going to let him do it.
I thrust my hips back, pressing my ass against his crotch in one sudden movement. I purse my lips, my heart tightening inside my chest as I feel his hard shape between my ass cheeks. How big is he? Ten, eleven inches…? No, it has to be twelve at least. And not only is he long, he’s thick as well, like a tall can of Coke. When I had my hand on his crotch, I could barely grab his cock with just one hand… I can’t begin to imagine how it’ll feel to have him inside of me. Now, I’m not an innocent girl; I’ve fucked so many men that I lost count, and some of them were truly big… But I don’t think I’ve ever been with a man like Austin. And, more important than having a massive cock, I’m starting to believe that he really knows how to use it. The way he’s touching my body, taking his time with maddening patience… He’s an experienced man, there’s no doubt about it.
I start to sway my hips, moving my body in waves and grinding against his cock. He keeps still, his fingers sliding over my skin as he lays slow kisses on my neck, and doesn’t match my movements. He’s trying to see if he can make me lose control; what he doesn’t know is that I can also make him lose control. I move my hips faster, pressing my ass hard against his cock, and I feel his shaft pulsing violently between my ass cheeks. He’s dying to fuck me; I can feel it.
“You’re a nasty one, aren’t you?” he asks me, his lips moving close to my ear.
“Why don’t you find out?” I shoot back, my eyes still closed as I savor the way his thickness pushes against my ass. He moves fast, and I gasp as he turns me around once, pinning me against the wall and crushing his mouth against mine. I lose myself in his kiss for a few seconds, my skin prickling as he pushes his tongue inside my mouth. He’s a good kisser, and I can tell you that it isn’t that easy to find a man who knows how to kiss a woman. Most of them slobber all over you, and others are content with letting you lead them. But not Austin, no, he kisses me in such a way that my thong grows damp, the fabric sticking to my skin as I grow wetter.
“Now,” he starts, pulling me out of the trance I’m in, “on your knees.” His words hit me hard, the tone of his voice leaving no room for a snappy comeback. If this was any other man, I’d say, “no, you get on your knees,” but right now, my knees are buckling, and I find myself going down before I can do anything about it. “Good,” he whispers, and I reach for him with both my hands, moving almost unconsciously. I feel the leather on his belt, and I start unbuckling it, the metallic clink of the buckle sliding off sending a shiver up my spine.
My eyes widen as I see his cock straining against his boxer briefs, and I bite my bottom lip, anxiety kicking in like the sting from a wasp. I want to pull his boxers down, to see his cock in all its glory… But first I flatten the palm of my hand against the shape of his cock, my eyelids drooping as I feel it throbbing against me. Then, Austin lays both his hands on my head and I can’t help myself, I hook my fingers on his boxer briefs and pull them down. His cock springs free, slapping the back of my hand as it goes up. Moving as fast as I can, I reach for it and grab him, first with just one hand, then with two. Remember when I told you that he had to be at least twelve inches long? Well, I was right. His cock isn’t big or huge… it’s massive, and it looks even more so with my small fingers wrapped around it.
“Like what you see?” he asks me, but I don’t even dare to look up at him. No, he’d see all the desire flickering in my eyes, the burning need to feel his gigantic cock inside of me… And I don’t want him to see how much I need it right now. I don’t want to hand him all control on a silver plate. If he wants that, he’s going to have to fight for it. I don’t give handouts.
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” I tell him, finally looking up to meet his gaze. He grins at my words, his eyes narrowing into slits as he tangles his fingers in my hair.
“You’re a terrible liar, Destiny,” he whispers, and I realize that I’m not going to fool him. And why would I even try?
“I try, though.” With that, I start moving both my hands back and forth over his shaft, stroking him with soft movements. I let my eyes fall down to his cock once more, and my heart starts to gallop as I look at every inch of his manliness, my fingers wrapped tight around it. Forget about my pussy; I’m not even sure if I can fit him inside my mouth. But I’m more than willing to try, that’s for sure.
Leaning in, I part my lips and flick my tongue at his cock. I move my tongue in circles, running it around the tip of his cock as I let his manly flavor inundate me. I close my eyes and, before I even know what I’m doing, my lips are on his cock. I part them slowly, rolling them down Austin’s cock until his tip is inside my mouth, his precum coating my tongue.
Right now, my pussy is so wet that I feel my own fluids dripping down my inner thighs, and I’m just using my mouth on him! I don’t even remember when the last time was that I felt this insane when going down on a guy… Maybe when I lost my virginity? Even so, I doubt it; I’m not the kind of girl that gets carried away by every little thing. Especially if we’re talking about men, and let me tell you, I know men. Lots of them. I just don’t think I’ve ever met someone quite like Austin.
I go further down, opening my mouth so wide that I feel my jaw tensing up, Austin’s shaft sliding down my tongue inch by slow inch. I only open my eyes when I think that I can’t go any further, and I realize that I’m still a long way from having all of him inside my mouth. And that… Well, that just can’t be. I’m going to show him that he has never met a woman like me, whatever it takes.
I look up and, the moment our gaze meets, I start pushing my head down and forcing his cock inside of me. This time, I only stop when I feel his cock pressing against the back of my throat and my lips brushing over the skin at the base of his cock. He groans slightly, a subtle grin on his lips as he watches me slide back out. Refusing to look away from him, I go down once more, except this time I don’t go slowly. No, I go down in one single movement, going all the way down him once more and then back again. He grits his teeth and, as he shuts his eyes, that’s when I look away.
I close my own eyes, and that’s when I start to bob my head back and forth as fast as I can. My hands are still on his shaft and, as I suck on him, I keep on stroking him at the same time. My mouth and my movements are working in tandem, and I can already feel him breathing hard; when I look up at him, he has his head thrown back, his eyes still closed.
“Fuck,” he groans, and I smile. Well, I would smile if I didn’t have a cock as large as his inside of my mouth right now. Still, I take my hands off of his shaft and, resting them on his waist, I push his pants and boxer briefs down, sending them to his ankles. My fingers slide up his legs and over the curve of his ass, and I can’t help but squeeze, his hard cheeks feeling as hard as concrete under the open palm of my hands. My pussy clenches as I imagine him using these cheeks of his to piston hard into me, his gigantic cock impaling me. “You sure know how to use that tight mouth…” Austin whispers, his eyes finally open as he looks down at me.
“You haven’t seen anything,” I respond, taking his cock out of my mouth. I press my lips against the side of his shaft and then I run them down until they brush against his balls. I cup them with one hand, feeling their weight (and, oh, they’re heavy) and then wrap my lips around the right one, sucking it into my mouth. It fills my mouth easily, and I push it against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. Wanting more, I open my mouth as wide as I can and suck the other one in. I must be a pretty sight, right? Austin’s huge balls inside my mouth. When I pop them out of my mouth, they jump out with a wet sound and then I’m back to his shaft, running my lips up his length until I wrap them around his cock once more. I resume my bobbing motion, working him with my mouth furiously, but he grabs me by the hair harshly and pushes me back, forcing his cock to pop out of my mouth.
“I think you’ve had enough,” he grins at me, curling his fingers around my left wrist and pulling me up to my feet. Even when I’m standing, Austin towers over me, so I have to look up to meet his eyes.
“It’s never enough,” I tease him, placing both my hands on his chest and sliding my fingers over to the collar of his shirt.
“We can agree on that.” I bite my lower lip, still looking into his eyes, and start unbuttoning his shirt, popping button after button until his naked chest presents itself to me. My eyes widen as I see the hard lines of his muscles, two rows of perfect abs demanding all of my attention. I’ve been with fit and ripped guys, but this is something else entirely… Where a six-pack should be, Austin has eight salient and perfect pieces of muscle. His pectorals are hard and defined and, even though I can tell that the gym must be his second home—Python being the first—they look more like the result of an outdoorsy lifestyle than a product of a gym.
“You’re not going to drool, are you?” he asks me as he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants and boxer briefs. I push the open shirt down his arms and then take a step back, only stopping when my back’s against the wall once more. Fuck, I think as I take in his naked body, he’s perfect. Okay, I need to keep my cool.
“You’re the one drooling,” I whisper, running my hands up my stomach and squeezing my breasts over the cups of my bra. Like a ferocious wild animal, he comes at me, a growl in his throat. Grabbing both my wrists, he lifts my arms up and pins me against the wall. He lays his mouth against my neck, but this time he doesn’t kiss me; instead, he bites, pulling at my skin with his perfect white teeth. I sigh loudly as the pain of it turns into pleasure, my brain releasing a batch of endorphins. Christ, I’m so wet right now, all of me screaming for him…
My breasts are pinned between my body and his, and my hard nipples are already aching to be set free. As if he can read my mind, he lets go of one arm, which I lace around his neck, and takes it to between my shoulder blades. His fingers land straight on the clasp of my bra and, with a snap from his fingers, he pulls it free. The cups droop lazily over my breasts, but he doesn’t want to wait; with his free hand, he grabs at the cups and rips them off of my body in one urgent motion. I gasp as I feel the fabric flying out, the cool air of his apartment lapping at my nipples and making them even harder.
Finally letting go of my other arm, both his hands fly straight to my breasts and he squeezes them, my flesh molding to his fingers. The warmness in his hands seems to prickle my skin, and from there it goes all the way down to my pussy, making it burn, burn, and burn some more.
“You know what I’m going to do, don’t you?” he asks, his hands turning into claws as he pinches both my nipples. It hurts but, at the same time, it feels amazing.
“Why don’t you tell me?” I respond, and he pinches my nipples harder, electric needles stabbing my mind as he does it.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he says, applying more pressure with the tip of his fingers, “and I’m going to do it hard.” He’s pinching me so hard right now that I can’t even keep my eyes open. My heart is racing, and it feels like it’s beating straight in my throat. I let out a small cry, my nipples starting to hurt so much that I can’t help but become even wetter. Fuck, Austin’s a dangerous one, more dangerous than any drug I know—one taste of him and you’re hooked.
“I’m going to take your pussy,” he continues, letting go of one nipple and pressing his hand straight between my thighs, his touch on my pussy drawing a sudden moan out of my lips, “and I’m going to make it mine. I don’t give a fuck about what happens next… Even if I never see you again,” he whispers, leaning in and dropping the words straight into my ear, “your pussy is going to be mine forever, and you’re going to know it.”
Jesus fucking Christ, my fluids are running down my legs. I don’t think this has ever happened to me before. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a man as much as I want—need—Austin right now. This man is a God, there’s no other way to say it. Even if you compare him to his male dancers back at Python, Austin is a breed apart, a King among kings, a God among gods.
Taking one hand to my hair, he yanks on it and forces my head back; at the same time, he presses so hard against my pussy that I can’t help but moan again.
“You’re so fucking wet, babe,” he whispers again, the sound of his voice lulling me into a dream like state.
“I am,” I simply say, my mind completely blank as the feeling of his hand on my pussy pushes all other thoughts and words to the fringes.
“Yes, you are… And, just like I said… This is mine,” he growls, and them moves so fast that all I see is a blur: he takes his hand off of my pussy, turns me around and grabs my dress. Then, he pulls at the fabric so violently that I hear the fabric ripping as he pulls it off of my body. Standing here, only in my heels and thong, I feel my insides clenching. “Mine,” he repeats as he hooks his fingers on the string of thong that laces my outer thigh, tugging harshly until the fabric simply tears. He throws it to the floor and then presses his hand against my naked pussy, a glint of hunger and savagery in his eyes.
“Yours,” I find myself saying, my voice quivering as I feel his fingers against my drenched folds.
“See? You act all tough, but in the end you just can’t fight it,” he tells me with a grin, running his index finger up and down the length of my pussy. “You want to be dominated, you just never met a man that could do it.”
“I…” I start, stammering, but I close my mouth and fall into silence. He’s right; I can’t tell you exactly when it happened, but I’m aching to have him dominate me, to be treated like I’m his… To be fucked as if my pleasure is my life’s purpose. God, Austin’s so intoxicating that I can barely think straight right now.
“Admit it,” he says, pressing his index fingertip over my clit and making my whole body tense up as high voltage pleasure runs to me.
“I… It’s not… No --”
“Say it,” he repeats, pressing even harder on my clit. I throw my head back, hitting the wall behind me, and grit my teeth.
“No,” I hiss, closing my eyes as my brain seems to be frying inside my skull. I’m not going to submit this easily. I won’t. Other women might bend and fold, but that’s not me. He’s right, I do want to be broken and forced to submit, but I’m going to make him fight for it until the very last.
“Stubborn, uh? I like that. It’s going to make it so much better when you start begging me.” The sound of his voice makes my skin prickle, his words like stabs of pleasure on my soul. If he keeps on insisting, I don’t know how much longer I can resist, I really don’t.
Thankfully, he says nothing else and simply slides his middle finger inside my pussy, hooking it in me and curling it upward until his fingertip is pressed tight against my G-spot.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp as I feel him pressing there. He didn’t even need to probe or look for it—no, he went straight for that hidden spot inside of me, hitting it on his first shot even though we have never been together. It’s almost as if he knows my body even better than I do. He’s not even moving his hand; he’s simply pressing against my G-spot while circling my clit with one finger, rubbing it with soft but steady strokes. “Don’t--”, I start to say, but the rest of the words don’t even make it to my lips. I grit my teeth and moan through them, thunder and lightning hitting me all at once. A storm of ecstasy hits me at once, and every single muscle in my body tenses up and then relaxes as high voltage pleasure runs through and makes them twitch.
“That’s just an appetizer,” Austin tells me, that delicious smile on his lips as he slides his finger out from my pussy. Before he slides it all the way out, I grab him by the wrist and stop him.
“More,” I whisper, my voice so low it’s barely audible. But he smiles at me all the same, sliding his finger back in. Except this time, he doesn’t go for my G-spot—no, he turns his hand around, places his thumb over my clit and slides one more finger inside of me. Flicking his wrist back and forth, he starts to finger me with such a fury that a loud moan explodes in my voice.
He keeps moving his fingers until I feel the tension building up inside my muscles once more, my insides burning as I feel the claws of ecstasy all over my body. I open my mouth to say something, but by the time my lips part, I have no idea what I was going to say. In my mind, one thought pushes all others away: I need him to fuck me. Like a mantra, that thought repeats itself over and over again inside my head, drowning the rational side of me.
“Come, Destiny… Come for me, babe,” Austin whispers against my ear and, just like a bomb, I go off. An orgasm explodes inside of me with the intensity of a supernova, and I feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead.
“Fuck, fuck,” I curse under my breath, every single muscle in my body twitching and spasming. Pleasure rages inside of me like a river after a flood, and my heart tightens up as I realize we’re still on the appetizers; we’re yet to move to the main course. As good as this might be, I can’t wait to see what he has in store for me.
Slowly, he slides his two fingers out of me and takes his hand off of my pussy. He raises his hand and takes it to my face; with a grin, he brushes his two wet fingertips over my lips. I react by instinct, opening my mouth and allowing him to slide his two fingers inside. As he pulls them back out, I suck them dry, shivering as my own fluids meshes with the flavor of his cock inside my mouth.
“Good, isn’t it?” he asks me, and I find myself nodding before I can stop it. Then, he moves as fast as a leopard, placing one hand under one ass cheek and forcing me to lift my leg; at the same time, he presses his body against mine, grabbing his cock and angling it so that his cock is resting on my pussy. I push my hips against him, ready to have him inside of me, but he simply looks into my eyes and grins. “Beg,” he whispers, that simple word hitting me like a brick. I don’t beg, I have never begged… and I’m not going to do it.
“No,” I say dryly, taking both my hands to his ass and trying to pull him in, forcing him to trust. But he remains still, frozen in place as the Devil’s grin burns on his face.
“Then,” he starts and, still grabbing his cock, starts moving it up and down, brushing its tip along the length of my pussy, “you won’t get this.”
“I will,” I hiss, “I will.” I repeat to myself, trying to fool myself that if I say it enough times he’ll end up doing it. But the fire in his eyes tells me that it won’t happen; no, he’s as stubborn as I am, and this is a battle of wills.
“Then beg,” he says it again, and my hands turn into claws as I dig my fingernails into his ass cheeks, doing my best to force me into me. But all I manage to do is make him grin even more.
“You beg,” I shoot back at him, my chest rising and falling as I start to run out of air, anticipation making my lungs collapse. Finally, he does something, but it’s not what I expect, he puts my leg down and then, grabbing me by the arm, pulls me off the wall and pushes me into the living room. I stumble and grab at the edge of his couch to steady myself; he’s on me before I can say anything, pulling me into him and forcing me to thrust my ass back. He places his cock in the space between my thighs and starts to slide his shaft over my drenched folds.
“You’ll beg, babe,” he says, a deep certainty in his voice, “you just don’t know it yet.” He angles his cock up and, slightly thrusting, forces his cock to part my inner lips. I open my mouth and moan, my body tricked into believing he’s going to thrust, but he just keeps still, half of his cock inside of me as my pussy and mind boil at the same time. Oh, God, I can’t do this; I can’t resist it. I just can’t.
“Fuck me, Austin, just fuck me already,” I hiss through gritted teeth, my face contorted in an expression of painful anticipation. I never needed a cock inside my pussy as I do now. I need it more than I need the air to breathe.
“You know what you have to do,” he says, and I can feel the teasing tone in his words, victory permeating the sound of his voice. He knows he has already won. Fuck, I give up.
“Fuck me, Austin, please. I need it, I need it bad,” I cry out, barely believing that I’m begging someone to fuck me. I’m begging! I've never done anything like this in my entire life, but now that I’ve begun I just can’t stop myself. “Please… I need you inside of me… I’ll do anything, I --”
One thrust of his and I fall silent. I don’t even moan or scream; my mouth just hangs open as he pushes his shaft inside of me, his thickness straining against my inner walls on the way in. I feel a scream inside of me, but the pleasure I’m feeling right now is so intense that I can’t even bring myself to the point of screaming. I’m in a limbo, drifting between consciousness and the depths of irrationality. Even though I’m more than experienced when men are concerned, I never knew that a man’s cock could make me feel something quite like this.
When his cock is deep inside of me, his long inches pushing back against my inner walls, Austin takes one hand to my stomach and slides it over to my right breast. Squeezing it softly, he leans in and whispers into my ear. “See? Not that hard, right?” And then he slides his cock out and then in again. He starts to thrust, first at a slow pace, but it grows in a hurry, the sound of his thighs slapping my ass cheeks seem to drown every other sound, and that’s everything that my brain can process... aside from how it feels to be completely filled by a massive cock, that is.
Placing his free arm over my back, he forces me to go down and, placing my forearms across the edge of his couch, that’s exactly what I do. My back is arched and my legs are a straight line as I bend by the waist; it’s in that position that Austin places both his hands on my waist, hooking his fingers on my hips, and starts to pound me with such intensity that I’m afraid I might pass out. And no, I’m not exaggerating; what I’m feeling is so… so amazing, so intense, that it’s pushing me to the edges of what I thought was humanly possible. To feel this much pleasure should be a sin.
“Fuck,” I hear him curse, the sound of his coming at me as if he’s miles away. “You’re so fucking tight,” he says, and I can’t help but smile at that. Even though I worked as a porn star, I still managed to remain as tight as a sweet innocent woman giving her first steps into the world of sex. Still, I wonder, for someone with a cock like his, every woman on Earth must feel tight.
“It’s so… fucking… good…” I cry out as he keeps on ramming me with his cock, his thick shaft completely destroying. After he’s done with me, I doubt anyone will call my pussy tight ever again. “So fucking good!” I repeat, my brain not bothering to filter out the words coming out of my mouth.
“It is,” he says, allowing one of his hands to fall between my thighs; he reaches for my clit with two fingers and, the moment he starts to rub me there, I come undone. This time I open my mouth and both my lungs and throat are back to working; I let out one violent scream that's shrill enough to shatter glass. My pussy tightens around his cock like a vice, and the electric spasms of pleasure take over my muscles once more.
“Oh, God…” I moan, a lock of hair already plastered to my forehead. Only when I open my eyes and take a deep breath, do I realize that I’m covered in sweat. My muscles are hurting, and both my lungs and heart feel as if I’ve stretched them to the limit. And, Christ, all I did was stand in place as Austin fucked me. “Fuck… What was this?”
“This, babe,” he says, running one finger down my spine, “is what a real man does.” Modesty isn’t really his strongest virtue, but how could it be? When you’re a ripped god with a twelve-inch cock, modesty must seem like the most foreign of words.
He slides his cock out of me and I stand up the moment it pops out of me. I turn on my heels, facing him, and then grab his hand; grinning at him, I guide him around the couch and then place both my hands on his chest and push him down. He smiles at me and lets himself go, sitting down; I climb on top of him with cat-like movements, placing both my knees by the side of his thighs.
“Maybe it’s time you see what a real woman does, then,” I tell him, grabbing his cock and angling it toward my pussy. I lift my hips and, guiding his cock until his cock is once again touching my folds, I ease myself down. I bite down hard on my lip as I feel his long inches lodging themselves inside of me again, but I don’t stop until all twelve of them are in me.
He places both his hands on my ass, but he doesn’t urge me to move. No, he wants me to take the lead… He wants to see what I’m capable of. And I’m going to show him.
I start swaying my hips at a gentle rhythm but, just like he did, I quickly grow my rhythm into a frenzied blur of movement. I move so fast that large beads of sweat start dripping down my spine, more locks of hair becoming plastered to my forehead and cheeks. And still I keep pushing myself, using the last reserve of energy inside of my muscles to make him experience something no woman has ever managed to make him feel. He thinks he’ll hook me with sex? Once I’m done with him, he won’t be able to think of anyone else. He wants to own my pussy? Well, let’s see how he likes it when I own his cock.
I keep moving until my heart seems ready to give out, but instead of stopping, I simple change what I’m doing: I raise my knees from the couch and replace them with my feet. Now squatting over his cock, I start lowering myself and jumping up, fucking him at that same furious speed. My arms are resting over his shoulders, and our eyes are locked, there’s a fire rising where our gaze meets and, the more we look into one another, the more I realize I’ve never met a man quite like him. And I’m not just talking about the sex… No, it’s something else. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.
“Tired, babe?” he grins as I slow down my pace, my legs refusing to continue that insane rhythm. “I’ll take over,” he says and, grabbing me by the hips, pushes me to the side and lays me down on the couch. He follows after me, pressing his body down on top of mine, all this without even taking his cock out. I’m breathing so hard my lungs seem like they are about to explode, but I still want more; I lace my legs around his lower back and kick him gently with my heels, urging him to fuck me.
“You ask, you get,” he whispers, more to himself than to me, and then starts to thrust. Remember when I told you that he was going fast? That was nothing compared to how he’s fucking me right now. I didn’t even know that a human being could move like this.
“Oh, fuck,” I hiss, closing my eyes as the pleasure that rages through my veins inundates my mind. I’m almost afraid of coming; I can already feel that it’s going to be unlike anything I have ever experienced before. “Fuck me… Hard… Hard…” I mumble, the words coming out of my mouth in a torrent. He keeps his maddening rhythm until I’m about to snap, and then he somehow manages to go even harder. That does it.
“OH GOD! FUCK!” I shout, my voice so loud that my eardrums feel its sting. My body is like a broken spring, one that was coiled in such a way under harsh pressure that its only way out was to snap. My hands move over the muscles in his back as I claw at him, my fingernails like knives on his skin. I don’t even know what I’m doing, to be honest; all I know is that bright lights are going behind my shut eyelids, ecstasy inundating my mind with the fury of a tidal wave. It crashes into me and I let myself be dragged by it to the depths of pleasure, where I don’t care if I drown. After feeling something like this, it’s hard to care about anything.
And you want to know the best part? He still hasn’t stopped. That’s right, while I’m coming my brains out, Austin is still thrusting at a violent rhythm. I come down from my orgasm, but I still urge him to go on; he’s close, I can tell by the way his cock seems to pulse and twitch inside of me.
“Cum, Austin,” I whisper, my voice coming out of my mouth honeyed and sweet, “Cum for me. I want you to cum inside of me…” I don’t know if he was already on the verge, or if my voice did the trick, but he finally cums. His cock spasms violently against my inner walls, and I wince as I feel his thickness becoming even harder. A warmness hits me all of a sudden, and he starts filling me up with his seed. I lay back as he cums, his eyes closed as pleasure takes over his body, but he seems to be cumming like a geyser; his cock is gushing a never ending torrent inside of me. I feel it dripping out of my pussy and down my inner thighs, his juices pooling on the leather couch under me. No wonder his balls are almost the size of tennis balls; they have to be. I mean, look at how much he is cumming.
When he’s finally done, he opens his eyes and looks at me. Breathing in deeply, he leans in and lays his lips on mine, kissing me softly.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” he whispers, gently pulling out from me and sitting up on the couch. I nod, sitting up next to him as his seed runs out from my pussy. Wanting to leave him with a lasting memory, I do something I don’t think any woman did with him: I run two fingers over my pussy, scooping up a few strands of his warm seed, and take them up to my mouth. Always looking into his eyes, I slide the two cum-coated fingers inside my mouth and lick them dry, popping them out of my mouth with a wet sound.
I go back down to my pussy, using the same two fingers to scoop some more cum, but this time I bring them up to his face. I brush them over his lips and he grins at me, knowing what’s on my mind. The moment he parts his lips, I push my fingers inside his mouth and a shiver goes up my spine as I feel him sucking on them, taking his own cum into his mouth.
“I guess I can still learn a thing or two from you,” he tells me, that easy tone on his voice.
“You have no idea,” I tell him, and I mean it. Somehow, I don’t think this is going to be the last time we’re together. No, this was too good for that to happen. Our paths have crossed and they won’t veer off from one another any time soon. For better or worse.