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I keep on riding him toward sweet oblivion, my brain and heart racing at a thousand miles per hour. I feel as if I’m stretching my sanity to its limits, but I can’t stop myself. Even if it kills me, I need to come one more time.
"As hard as you can… As hard as you can… As hard as you --" Connor shuts me up real quick, thrusting upward so fiercely that every single one of my nerve endings explodes. My eyes bulge in their sockets, and I think that my heart even stops for a couple of seconds. Right now, I’m not sure what’s happening with my body; my mind has checked out, and I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience, seeing it all unfold in the third person.
The most intense orgasm I've ever experienced takes over, a whirlwind of burning sensations climbing up my spine in a flash. Tumbling backwards, I allow his cock to pop out of me and I simply sprawl myself on the floor, my limbs flailing as I try to regain control of my body. Jesus, this is almost too much… I’m almost afraid of going insane. And no, I’m not being dramatic; just try cumming this many times, and this hard, and you’ll see what I’m talking about.
I open my mouth to say something, but I can’t even do that. I’ve reached my limits, and I’m not even sure if I can stand up right now. But, of course, there’s still something I want to do, and where there’s a will, there’s a way.
Pushing myself up to a sitting position, I then kneel in front of Connor. "Give me all you got…" I whisper, rubbing my breasts with the palm of my hands. "I want to be covered in cum, Connor … from head to toe," I continue, my heart somehow quickening its pace even more than before as I imagine the scene I’m describing.
"Ask --"
"And it shall be given," I finish his sentence for him, echoing his words from a long time ago. He grins as he hears me say it, and then he goes up to his feet. Standing up, he towers over me like a giant, his cock looking more like a ramming device than what something men are supposed to have. And to think I’ve had that thing inside every single one of my holes…
"Do it," I entice him as I keep on rubbing my breasts. He doesn’t wait a second longer and, curling his fingers around his cock, he starts stroking himself. His hands fly back and forth over his shaft, and I watch as his muscles seem to bulge under his skin, stretching it thin. His abs look like thick squares or marble, and every contour of his muscles seems to have been chiseled out of stone.
It doesn’t take him long; before I know it, thick strands of cum are shooting out of his cock. They fly in an arch toward me, and I open my mouth by instinct; one of them lands straight on my mouth, but the others crash against my face and breasts. He keeps on cumming though, his hand still moving furiously over his cock.
I didn’t even know it was possible for a man to hold so much semen inside of him. I have no idea how long he keeps on cumming, but I can tell you that, by the time he’s finished, that there’s cum covering almost every single inch of my body.
"Perfect," I purr, smearing it all over my chest and covering my nipples in it. Using two fingers, I scoop up the cum dripping between my breasts, and I go up to my feet. Smiling at Connor, I part his lips with these fingers, and then slide them into his mouth. He sucks them dry, slowly, and then it’s his turn to do the same.
Much like I did, he uses two fingers to scoop up cum from my neck, and then he brings them up to my mouth. He doesn’t even need to part my lips; I just open my mouth and dive forward, taking his fingers into my mouth and sucking on them hard. When he finally takes them out of my mouth, we’re drawn to each other by animal magnetism.
Closing the distance between us, our mouths find each other and we start kissing in complete abandonment, our tongues wrestling over a layer of cum. I press my chest against his, feeling my whole body slippery, and I wrap my arms around him.
"I hope you’ll remember this… I hope you’ll remember me," he whispers, a pale sadness in his eyes, and then he strokes my cheek with the back of his hand. "Because I’ll never forget you."
"Neither will I, Connor … never."
32
Clarise
"Goodbye, Connor," I tell him, going on tiptoes and kissing his forehead. He looks at me, surprised that I’ve made my peace with him going back to Rome, and I crack a little smile.
"Will you be alright?" he asks me as he finishes buttoning up his shirt. "Tell me you’ll be alright."
"I’ll be alright," I reply with a quick nod, pulling the straps of my dress over my shoulders. With one final smile, I turn around and start walking down the chapel, the confident click of my heels like the sound of a ticking clock. And maybe it sounds like a ticking clock because, right now, there’s a countdown going on inside my head.
Oh, yeah, if you thought I’d let go of Connor this easily, that’s because you don’t know me yet. I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you again, I always get what I want. And what I want is Connor.
Hurrying up the path toward the mansion, I try and think of what might be pushing Connor over the edge. Even though he doesn’t want to tell me what’s going on, it’s as obvious as daylight that there’s something going on. And I’m going to find out exactly what that something is.
Rushing up the stairway inside the mansion, I go back to my room and shut the door behind me. Connor seems hellbent on leaving as soon as possible, so I have to move quickly or risk losing him forever.
"Okay, let’s go," I whisper to myself, pushing the straps of my dress down my arms and tugging the fabric down. Kicking my high-heels off, I then step out of my dress and take my lingerie off, doing it as quickly as I can. The moment I’m naked, I hop inside my bathroom and turn the shower head on. I don’t even wait for the water to warm up; I just step under the running water and let its coldness jolt me, hoping for it to help me clear my head.
After I’ve showered, I dry myself off and step into my wardrobe. It’s time to choose something fitting for war, because right now that’s what I’m about to do, start a war. I pick my most professional black dress, put on some make-up, and walk out of my bedroom like a woman on a mission.
"Woah, where are you going?" my father asks me as he watches me walk down the stairs. He has his reading glasses on, which probably means he has either left the library, or his private office.
"Where’s Earl?" I ask him, trying to keep my voice down. I don’t want to make my father suspicious of anything, especially because I still don’t know exactly what’s going on.
"Earl? What do you want with Earl?" he asks me, and there’s already a note of suspicion there. But what else did I expect? My brother and I aren’t exactly on good terms, and lately all I’ve wanted was distance from that asshole. So, yeah, I guess it’s kinda suspicious of me to be asking about his whereabouts right now. But it doesn’t matter; the clock is ticking, and I must hurry.
"I want to talk to him… Maybe, you know, try and make peace," I reply, feigning a smile. I must've sounded convincing, because right now there’s a huge smile on my father’s face.
"Well, it was about time. I always knew Connor would be a good influence for the two of you."
