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“You look lovely from here,” he says, and I can’t help but smile. I was right; he was really staring at my ass as we fuck. I never actually cared if the men I've been with looked at me while we fucked, but with Arsen I relish that. What could be better than having the man of your dreams looking lustfully at your body while his cock is buried deep inside of you?
My skin boiling, I feel sweat on every single pore, beads sliding down my spine as I jump up and down on his cock. I ride myself into oblivion, and I only stop when I feel my pussy tightening around his cock; my whole body tenses up and, gritting my teeth, I scream as loud as I can, my voice bouncing off the walls with enough strength to shatter glass.
Then, not wanting to waste a single second, I turn around, his cock still inside of me. I’m facing him now, so I lean forward and press my mouth against his as I start to rock my body again. He starts to thrust as well, and it doesn’t take long for his movements to make the sway of my body almost meaningless. I stop then, sitting on top of him as he bucks his hips at me; he can’t stop ravaging me even when I’m on top. That’s obvious, of course… Arsen is not the type of man who just lays back and lets his woman do the job. Oh, no, he relishes every opportunity to show me who’s truly in charge.
“Oh, God,” I sigh, my tits bouncing up and down as he rams his cock into me. His thighs are slapping my ass once more, his member working furiously as the first thunder of ecstasy roars inside my mind. A few heartbeats and thunder turns into a raging storm, every fiber in my body tensing up before I finally blow up, my lips flailing as I come. I breathe hard through my gritted teeth, my head resting against his chest as I cum my brains out.
I remain like that for what seems like an eternity, my lungs struggling to get the air I need in. My body wants to quit, but my mind still wants to go on, and whenever Arsen is concerned, I already know who’s going to be the winner in that struggle. Rolling to the side, I lay on the couch by his side, thankful that his couch is wide enough for the two of us. I turn my back to him, his hand resting on my waist, and he takes the hint fast enough.
He moves to the side, his chest pressed against mine as he angles his cock with one hand, pushing it between my thighs and lodging his glans over my pussy. I thrust back gently, his cock slowly sliding inside of me. I moan gently almost immediately, a shiver going up my spine as his shaft pushes back against my inner walls; my pussy is as sensitive as it could be, so every little movement from him sends shards of delight through my nerve endings. As if he knew that, he starts to rock his body gently, his motion no longer one of wildness and lustful desire - there’s just tenderness and love. Yes, love... He doesn’t even need to say the words, my heart is already whispering the truth: Arsen Hawke loves me.
While one hand of his remains on my waist, the other one rests over my right breast, the tip of his fingers brushing against my nipple as our bodies sway. I close my eyes, surrendering to the moment and wishing for it to never end—right now, there’s no outside world, nothing I need to worry about. And, just for a small window in time, even King Henry is forgotten…
Damn, why did I have to think of him? Just thinking of his name makes me breath hard and, these wicked instincts of mine taking over, I start to move my hips back even harder, urging Arsen to drop all tenderness. I don’t even need to do it more than once, as if he could read my mind, his fingers turn into hooks and he buries them in my waist, the rhythm of his thrusts growing with an unstoppable fury. Christ, I’m moaning again, harder than before.
“Are you ready, Ash?” Arsen asks, the hand he had on my breast going up my neck as his fingers bury themselves in my hair.
“For… what?” I manage to ask between moans as I lift one leg up in the air, angling myself so that his cock goes deeper inside of me.
“You’re going to come hard, Ash… And you’re going to do it only when I say so,” he tells me, his lips brushing against my ear. I can feel his grin on my skin, my pussy already tightening as his words reach me.
“I… I don’t know if I can do that now,” I tell him. I’m too far gone to be able to control myself, and he must see that. I can’t hold off on an orgasm!
“You will do it. You will do what I say,” he yanks harder on my hair, thrusting violently as I scream.
“Yes… Yes, I will,” I submit, disregarding everything that my own body is telling me. How could I do otherwise when Arsen tells me to do it like that? I couldn’t!
“Oh, yes, you will… Because you’re mine, Ashley, and you want to obey me as much as you want me to fuck you,” he whispers into my ear, his words like spears through my heart. I start bucking my hips at him, my ass cheeks pressing against his rock hard abs as his cock comes and goes at an unrelenting pace. I’m gritting my teeth and pursing my lips, trying to focus hard so that I don’t succumb to a sudden orgasm. It’s almost impossible, especially now that I’m consciously trying to control it. Even so, I’m managing to do it so far. But it’s getting harder… Oh, it’s getting way harder. I can feel my pussy already clenching around his shaft, and my hands have balled into fists, my fingernails buried in the palm of my hands.
“Wait,” he whispers, slowing down his rhythm. I breathe out deeply, my body on the verge of exploding. “I…” he says, the sound of it caressing my eardrums as he suddenly thrusts as hard as he can, his cock flying all the way in and hitting my G-spot. I let out one loud scream, but magically I don’t come. “Want you…” One more hard thrust, and one more scream. “To…” Oh my God, it’s going to happen, it’s really going to happen! “Come.”
I lose it. I really do; my body starts to convulse, my mind dissolving as I become one with the universe. I’m sorry if I’m being a bit too mystical right now, but that’s exactly what happens. I come so hard that it goes beyond the physical realm. It’s transcendent, an almost religious experience. I think of nothing: my mind is a white canvas, the brushes of pleasure writing all over it lines of pure unadulterated ecstasy.
“Oh… my… God…” I hear myself saying, the words sounding foreign to my own ears. That was… That was more than perfect.
My body limp, I feel my mind trying to reboot. As I rise from the deep waters of my unconscious, I bring one memory back with me to the surface. My words to King Henry: “I want to make you cum, and I want you to do it all over me, sir. I want you to cover me with it while I’m on my knees, my mouth open wide as you fill me up.” As I open my eyes, there’s one certainty in my mind—what I told Henry, I’m going to do with Arsen. The thought somehow wakes my muscles up, and I roll down to the floor, going down to my knees at once.
My eyes lock on Arsen’s and he grins at me, sitting up on the couch as he runs one hand through his disheveled hair. Wordlessly, he goes up to his feet, my arm raising as I reach for his cock. My fingers curl around his shaft and I start to stroke him, my heart beating fast as, once again, fantasy blends with reality. This might be insane, not to mention flat out wrong, but it almost feels as if I’m with King Henry and Arsen at the same time.
“Come for me…” I whisper, looking up at him as my hand goes back and forth over his cock. “Come for me, Arsen…” His cock starts spasming against my fingers, thick white ropes of semen gushing out. Just like I pictured when talking with Henry, I open my mouth and stick my tongue out, strands of semen immediately covering it as I tilt my head back. I don’t stop stroking; I keep jerking him as he comes, his cock still spasming each time it shoots at me.
He has his eyes closed, his hands on top of my head as he opens his mouth to exhale sharply. Seeing his pleasure, I start stroking him even harder than before, wanting to empty him completely. As if he has a never-ending supply of cum inside of him, he keeps shooting; my mouth is brimming with cum, his warm juices already covering my face. He only stops cumming when I’m drowning in it, the skin on my chest glistening from the warm gooey layer that covers it.
Slowly, I peel my fingers off his cock as he finishes, his fast breathing finally slowing down. A grin on my lips, I go up to my feet and press my body against his, my cum-covered breasts rubbing against his hard pectorals. I lean in to kiss him, opening my mouth wide and allowing all of the cum I hold inside to drip down to his lips. We kiss as if we were possessed, swapping cum and rubbing it all over our naked bodies. Time becomes meaningless as we surrender to wickedness, his salty flavor blanketing both our minds.
By the time we’re done, we collapse onto the couch, sitting side by side. We look at each other, grinning as we realize the state we’re in. There’s cum coating his lips, and it’s already dripping down his chin and onto his neck; the skin on his torso is also glistening, strands of the cum that covers me imprinted there. I’m not in a better
state, in fact, I’m even dirtier that he is, thick drops of cum still dripping down my face and chest.
I throw my head back against the headrest and stare at the ceiling in silence, my chest slowly rising and falling. My hand reaches for Arsen’s and I grab it, squeezing it gently under my fingers.
I can’t even begin to describe what just happened… In my mind, it’s as if King Henry and Arsen fused into one person and gave me one of the most mind-blowing orgasms I've ever had.
God, I must be going crazy.
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