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"Someone’s pretty horny," he says, almost laughing. Oh, he has no idea how horny I am right now… Just as much as he has no idea what I was doing before he got here.
"I am horny," I tell him, my fingers curling around his massive cock. “And you can’t imagine how much.” My pussy pulses as I grab him, anticipating how it’s going to feel when he’s deep inside of me; I’ve fucked him a lot of times already, but I still can’t get past the fact that he’s freaking huge. Whenever we fuck, I always get surprised when I find that I can actually walk afterwards.
“Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea on how horny you are… But now I’m here to solve that, Ash,” he tells me as his hand goes up my side, his long fingers squeezing my right breast as he stops kissing my neck and locks eyes with me. There’s a wide grin on his face, one that holds promises of moans and screams before he’s done. It’s not as if that’s a surprise, though; I always moan and scream when I’m with him. Always.
Taking both hands to my back, he undoes the clasp on my bra; his fingers go over my shoulder blades and, grabbing the straps, he pushes them down my arms. The cups droop over my breasts and then finally fall over as he lets go the bra, allowing it to float down to the floor. Moving fast, he leans into me and wraps his lips around my right nipple, sucking eagerly as he laps at it with his tongue. I run my fingers through his hair as he sucks, my head thrown back as I sigh heavily.
Changing breasts, he now devotes his attention to my left nipple, this time applying just a bit more pressure. I grab him harshly by his hair, pulling his head against my tits and forcing him to suck hard. He does it eagerly, sucking on one nipple as he squeezes the other breast, but then he pulls back with a grin.
“I’m the one in charge here,” he tells me, an expression of amusement in his face. As he speaks he lets both his hands go to my ass, and he cups my cheeks hard. I moan in a low tone as I feel my flesh under his fingers and then, before I even know how he has done it, he has me lifted up against the wall, my legs crossed on his lower back as I rest my arms over his shoulders.
I buck my hips at him immediately, his cock brushing against my pussy; I do it harder, pinning his shaft between my crotch and his body, and then I start to rock my body, grinding against him as if I were delirious. Well, in fact, I am delirious—delirious and crazy to have him inside my pussy. Remember how I told you I was already wet when he arrived? Well, the state I was in back then doesn’t even hold a candle to how I am right now: my thong is completely drenched and my fluids are starting to drip down my thighs.
Being this close to Arsen… It’s just like being home. You know that feeling you get when you arrive home after a long trip? Where you feel safe and perfectly at ease? Yeah, that’s exactly it. Except, of course, you probably don’t get wet when you come home after the holidays. Unless you have someone like Arsen Hawke waiting on you, that is.
"You got here right in time," I whisper, my brain not even filtering the words coming out of my mind. “I was so wet… If you took any longer I’d just have to start fingering myself.” He grins, squeezing my ass cheeks harder as he presses his crotch against mine.
“No, you wouldn’t dare,” he tells me. “You’d wait… You’d wait because just playing with yourself wouldn’t be enough. You need my cock, Ashley.”
“I do. I need it bad,” I confess, desire crawling under my skin as I grind against his thick cock. Hell, he’s so damn right.
“You can have it… If you promise to be nice,” he teases me, moving his fingers under my thong and closer to my ass crack.
“I promise… I’ll be nice,” I repeat, my insides burning as I feel his fingertips nearing my anus. He runs his index finger along the length of my crack, only then pressing it over my hole. I press my forehead against his shoulder as he slides his finger one inch in, using his other hand to flick my thong to the side. As he moves his finger in, he thrusts at the same time, his glans touching my labia and easily piercing me in a fraction of a second.
I claw at his back, my fingernails digging on his muscles as he starts his see-saw motion, his cock moving in and out of me with clockwork precision.
It’s always like this with him, it seems. I mean, just take a look at what happened; he knocked on my door and, just a few minutes after I saw him, he already has his cock buried to the hilt inside of me. We didn’t even get enough time to get to the bedroom! Not that we’ve fucked many times on a bed, actually—every other place seems to work fine for us.
My pussy pulsing as he fucks me, I consciously tighten it around his shaft, intensifying the pleasure tenfold. I only last a few seconds, and then I have to ease the pressure. Even so, it’s enough for me to let out one harsh scream, my throat already starting to complain. I really need to tone down on the screaming; after all, I make a living with my voice. It sounds fancy when I put it like that, doesn’t it? But I do have a lovely voice, just ask the dozens of guys I’ve made come over the phone, they’ll have a quick answer to that.
Even though I’m making a mental effort not to scream, I just can’t help it; one mighty thrust from him and here I go again, my mouth open wide as I roar, my vocal chords straining from the effort. He thrusts with the same strength once more, and I open my mouth to tell him not to stop—of course, all I manage to do is moan as if I have a 12-inch cock inside of me. Oh, right, I do have a 12-inch cock inside of me.
My fingernails dig deeper into his flesh as I come, t
he orgasm I had when I was on the phone with King Henry only feeling like a small appetizer right now. Nothing beats the real thing… At least with Arsen. With my loser ex Peter, I actually did a better job when I was by myself. But, of course, there’s nothing I can do with my fingers that will ever match what I’m feeling right now. Arsen’s cock is just magical, as silly as that may sound. As proof of that, I’m still screaming, my small apartment filled with the sound of my voice.
When I finally stop screaming, Arsen puts me down on the floor. The moment my feet reach stable ground I realize my legs are quivering, all muscles in my body still twitching and spasming as I reel from the second orgasm of the day. But I don’t need to fight this exhaustion, as a matter of fact, I can just use it in my favor.
I go down on my knees, my hands sliding down Arsen’s legs and meeting his pants and boxers, still hanging by his knees. I push them down to his ankles and he does the rest by kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his clothes. Arsen’s naked body finally in front of me, I lick my lips as I curl my fingers around his shaft, my hand immediately moving back and forth over his length.
My tongue darts out and I reach for his glans, circling it as I keep on stroking him. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel the scent of my pussy still lingering on his cock, and I picture it coming and going out of me like a piston. I lap at his tip incessantly, teasing him, and then go down the side of his shaft, tracing its length with just the tip of my tongue until I reach his balls. There, I suck one in, taking it inside of my mouth and twirling it around before I go back up. Once at the tip, I open my mouth wide and let his shaft roll over my lips and deep into my mouth.
When I feel my lips touching the skin at the base of his cock, I wrap them around his meaty flesh as hard as I can, slowly rolling back. I go over to his tip again, but I don’t let it out of my mouth; instead, I go down once more, repeating that coming and going motion over and over again, with slow deliberate movements. Only when he places his hands on top of my head do I pick up the pace, moving my head back and forth as fast as I can, deep moans rising from my throat and vibrating against his cock.
I caress his balls as I suck him, moving them around over the palm of my open hand. Then, satisfied with my quick pace, I grab his shaft again, the movement of my hand matching that of my mouth. Sucking and stroking, I drive him over the edge. I feel his cock pulsing inside of my mouth, pushing down on my tongue, and only then do I slow down. I roll back my lips, allowing his cock to pop out of my mouth while my hand keeps on working him.
My urges whipping at my brain, I go up to my feet, never letting go of his cock. I press my back against the wall, ready to let him take me again right there, but he just grabs my hand and steps back.
“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable. I want to try your mattress,” he says with a devious grin, pulling me down the hallway and into the living room. There he heads down the corridor to the left, instinctively going toward the only room with the door open. I step inside after him, my hand hitting the wall as I look for the light switch; I hit it, a cozy orange light filling my bedroom as he places both his hands on my waist and, with an almost too violent movement, throws me on top of the bed. My body bounces on the mattress and, before I can do anything, he climbs on top of me, his hands on my knees as he parts my legs. I lay back, panting as he grabs my thong and slides it down my legs, throwing it off somewhere.
Placing his open hand over my pussy, he slides one finger in, hooking it upward until he’s touching my G-spot. He starts rubbing it, pressing there until my back is arched and I’m sighing heavily.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? Just wait until it’s not my finger inside of you, but something else…” He promises me, sliding one more finger inside of me. As he starts to move his two fingers in and out of my pussy, he presses his thumb over my clit, rubbing it with wide circles until my eyes are shut and I’m bunching up the sheets. With one masterful stroke he presses hard on my G-spot as he applies the same kind of pressure on my clit. I come in a heartbeat, my hands moving erratically over the sheets as a convulsion of pleasure takes over both my mind and body. I’m shaking and trembling, all of me descending into a feverish state as he takes his fingers out of my pussy.
I’m still coming when he presses his glans against my labia, feeding one inch of his cock into my pussy. Reacting unconsciously, I lace my legs behind his back and reel him in, forcing him inside at once. His cock sheathed in me to the hilt, I start thrusting erratically, lifting my ass up from the mattress as I force his cock in and out of my pussy.
It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for him to take the lead; my hips are no longer moving and I’m just laying back as he starts to thrust, his hips moving so fast that my brain starts to overheat. I claw at his back, scratching and clawing as I urge him to go even faster, even if that means leaving me in a catatonic state once we’re done. I don’t even care if I’m hurting him - all that I care about right now is that he fucks me as hard as humanly possible, using that gigantic cock of his to stretch my pussy wide and ruin me completely.
