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It didn’t even slow down.
He plunged into me with even more vigor than before, and I found myself on the precipice of yet another release. There was no fighting it this time. There was simply taking it.
When I came again, I came hard.
As the waves of desire crashed against me, I felt myself being swept up in a current of relentless passion. It was as if a wildfire had ignited within the core of my being, its flames licking every corner of my soul, setting me ablaze with a fervor that knew no bounds.
With each heartbeat, the endless bliss intensified, ascending swiftly, like a falcon taking flight into the sky. My senses were overwhelmed, each touch, each breath, amplifying the burning need that consumed me from within.
I was adrift in a sea of pleasure, riding the crests of waves that brought ecstasy beyond imagination. Every sensation was magnified a thousandfold.
His cock sunk into me so hard and so fast, and when he finally pulled free of me, I felt empty. Lonely. I wanted him back inside of me.
I heard the ripping of a wrapper and the sound of a condom snapping into place around his cock and when he pressed himself at my entrance once again, I froze.
“Wait.”
“What is it, my needy little slut?”
Slowly, I pushed myself up off the table and turned around, my sore pussy throbbing and somehow still wanting more. Hesitantly, I took his cock into my hand, and I glanced up at him, locking my eyes with his stormy grey depths.
“Can I ride your cock instead?”
I didn’t know what had come over me. Maybe I was feeling bold after taking such a hard fucking and surviving it, but he cocked his head and glanced down at me with a wry grin that told me he didn’t hate the idea, that maybe a tiny part of him liked it.
He gently cupped my face, his fingers tracing the contours of my skin with a touch that was both delicate and deliberate. Then his hand shifted, finding its way to the back of my head, where his fingers entwined themselves in my hair.
His grip was firm, commanding, a stark contrast to the softness of his initial touch. It was a possessive gesture, one that spoke a thousand words without a single one being uttered.
In that charged moment, he leaned in, and his lips met mine in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was a punishing kiss, a clash of wills and desires, fierce and unyielding. His lips moved against mine with an intensity that was overpowering, yet I found myself melting into it, surrendering to the overwhelming sensation.
It was as if with that kiss, he was staking a claim, marking me as his in a primal, unspoken agreement. Every ounce of restraint I had tried to maintain crumbled under the assault of his kiss.
I loved it.
When the kiss finally broke, my lips ached, and the rest of my body was pulsing with the blood rushing through my veins. He reached to the side and pulled out a chair, sitting down. His fingers found mine and pulled me towards him.
“Climb on top of my cock, Maci-girl,” he demanded.
“Yes, sir,” I blushed.
My gaze dropped down to his cock. Though covered with a condom, it was rock hard and throbbing just for me. The latex was clear enough so that I could see the deep purple head and the slit at the top. Veins were pulsing on either side of his cock, and I started.
My pussy clenched nervously.
A droplet of wetness rolled down my inner thigh as I crawled on top of him. Slowly, I pressed my hand beneath me and guided the tip of his cock to my entrance. Gradually, I sunk down and took his cock inside me, his gaze mesmerized by me the entire time.
He felt so much bigger this way.
As he watched my face, his gaze intense and unwavering, I felt a warmth flood through me. In his eyes, I could see his utter captivation that made my heart flutter. It was in the way his eyes traced the contours of my features, the softness in his expression, and the slight parting of his lips as if he was drinking in my presence, like he couldn’t get enough of me either and wanted more.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world.
Maybe, just maybe, there was something more here, something beyond the fiery passion and unspoken tensions. Could there be a possibility for something deeper, something lasting after all this was over?
His eyes held a promise, a hint of something more, igniting a flicker of hope in the depths of my heart. Maybe there could be something beautiful between us, maybe not.
I didn’t know.
