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I breathe out deeply as he caresses my nipple, tenderly brushing one finger over the aching tip. He circles it with his fingertip, my chest rising and falling as I become oblivious to everything around me, my desire for him the only thing that matters in the whole world. With his thumb and index finger, he presses my nipple, and I moan abruptly, a spark of pleasure flying to my brain.
He keeps applying that tender pressure until my moan turns into a quivering sound, and then he opens his hand and squeezes my whole breast. I bite my lower lip as he leans in, his slightly parted lips aimed at my nipple; he wraps his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth while his tongue laps at it. My hands run through his hair, disheveling it, and I arch my back at the same time, anxious to feel every single inch of his body.
One hand still on his hair, I let the other fall to my chest, and I push down the cup over my left breast, baring my nipple. I curl my fingers around his hair and guide him to my other breast, his full lips immediately finding the way to my rosy tip. He sucks on it, and then gently nibbles it, that sweet electric spark travelling up and down my spine.
With my fingers tight on his head I push him down, forcing his mouth against my breast. Just like that, he unleashes all his fury on me, grabbing my breast harshly and sucking as if he needed to do it in order to survive. I’m panting, needing to feel him right now: I raise my hips up from the mattress and, lacing my legs behind his back, I start to grind against him as the hemline of my dress goes up to my waist. He presses down at once, his crotch on mine, and I feel his hard length against my thong, just a few layers of fabric keeping us apart.
He nibbles at my lower lip and bites on it gently, pulling it back; at the same time, he lets one hand of his slide down my side, and he pulls his crotch up from mine. Then, sneaking in the space between our bodies, his hands runs over my inner thigh and finds my drenched thong. He flattens the palm of his hand against my pussy, and I start to purr and moan, thrusting my hips upward. Flicking his wrist, he rubs my pussy, sharp knifes of pleasure puncturing my mind. Oh, God, this is Heaven.
Fireworks go off behind my closed eyelids as he pushes my tongue to the side, his index finger running over the length of my pussy. He presses his hands against my wetness, still rubbing his hand against my pussy as his fingers threaten to go in at any time now. He keeps that threat hanging over me, moving his back up and down but never going for it.
“Please,” I beg, curling my fingers around his wrist and trying to force him in. He shows me that devilishly sweet grin of his and slides two fingers at once, pushing them past my pussy and between my inner walls. I moan loud, his fingertips finding the way to that delirious spot inside of me, a trigger to pleasure. I arch my back as he pushes his finger against it, rubbing my g-spot while, with a turn of his hand, he places his thumb over my clitoris.
My fingers fall from his wrist and, the moment I let go of him, he starts to destroy all of my nerve endings. Moving his hand back and forth, he starts to slide his two fingers in and out of me, his thumb rubbing my clit with the precision of a man who seems to know my body better than I do.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He whispers against my ear, nibbling at it with his perfect white teeth. “It’s going to feel even better,” he continues, sliding a third finger inside of me. I explode, my brain melting inside of my skull as I scream as loud as I can. Oh, it feels so good to be able to scream until my throat hurts and glass shatters. To moan until I ruin my vocal chords and damage my eardrums.
My hands on his back, I slide them down hurriedly, not even stopping when I meet the hem of his pants. I simply slide them under the fabric of his jeans, my fingers curling like claws on the hard muscles of his buttocks. As soon as he takes his fingers out of me, I pull him in, desperate to feel his thick bulge against my burning pussy once more. His crotch pressed tight against mine, I start to grind wildly, swaying my hips completely out of control.
My fingers climb again to his back and, burying my fingernails on his skin, I claw at him. He doesn’t even respond to it; I’m probably clawing at him so hard that I’m drawing blood but. If he’s in pain, he’s simply not showing it. Or maybe it just makes him harder.
No warning whatsoever, he rolls to the side, his hands grabbing my arms and pulling me into him. I go after his body, sitting up and climbing on top of him with the agility of desire. Straddling him, I start to sway my hips again, rubbing my pussy against the enormous bulging in his pants. I go fast, and I go hard, and by God, just grinding against him is almost enough to make me come again.
I look into him, smiling as my body flows over his. He returns my gaze, resting his hand on my shoulders and sliding them down my arms as he tugs on the straps of my dress. He pulls it down harshly, the whole dress no more than a rope of fabric around my waist. Then, not wanting to waste any time, he takes one hand behind me and unhooks my bra with a quick flick of his finger. I don’t know how he does it. I take longer than he does to take my bra off, but I sure appreciate his skill. It just makes it all easier.
Leaning into him, I move my body from side to side, dangling my breasts right above his face, mercilessly teasing him. His reaction is swift and impatient: he reaches for my right nipple with his mouth, his lips hugging it tightly.
I match his fury with my own, pressing my breast hard against his mouth. He doesn’t seem to mind, not one bit. Instead, he seems even more driven. He cups both my buttocks, thrusting with his crotch at me and pressing his trapped shaft between my thighs. This has lasted enough.
I sit up, slightly moving back over his lap; a grin on my lips, I let my fingers slide down from his shoulders to his pectorals, my fingertips savoring the chiseled curves of his muscles, and then I carry over the ridges of his abs. I slow down as I approach the hem of his pants but, the moment I touch the rough fabric of his jeans, I can’t tease him anymore; as it is, I’m teasing myse
lf.
With my fingers moving deftly, I unbutton his pants as quickly as I can, tugging hard on the fabric. His cock pushes back against his boxer briefs, immediately tenting them the moment I undo the last button. Even covered by his underwear, it looks so thick, and I can even see it pulsing… My heartbeat pounding against my eardrums, I press my hand over his cock, rubbing it up and down, up and down. It pushes back against my fingers, almost as it were trying to rip the fabric apart so that it could meet my skin. Letting go for a tortuous second, I grab both his pants and boxer briefs and pull them down his legs, taking them off and letting them fall somewhere over the edge of the bed.
I turn my attention back to him, his cock proudly standing at attention, waiting for me. My hands goes up Lucien’s legs, my fingertips brushing against his groin; I take a deep breath and then curl my fingers around his thick shaft, the warmness of his member stoking the wildfire that already rages inside of me.
Stroking him as slowly as I can, I lick my lips unconsciously, eager to have his cock in my mouth. I want to taste him, to feel his manly flavor coating my tongue and numbing my brain. Oh, I want so many things. I don’t know what he did to me, but since I met him sex is no longer… simply sex. No, now it’s an almost transcendent experience, something that stretches the outer limits of my conscience and pushes my body toward new territories. With Lucien, everything’s good… Everything’s perfect.
And to think that I used to be such a nice girl. Now thoughts of being fucked as hard as possible fill my mind every waking hour, my pussy becoming wet every time Lucien's image flashes behind my eyelids. And I’m just talking about when I think of him… Because when I’m really with him… well, that’s just heaven.
My mind weaving thoughts and images of Lucien's cock inside of me, I become even wetter than before, every single fiber in my body screaming for more. I almost push my thong to the side and simply ease myself down on his cock, but he moves before I can do anything.
His hands on my buttocks, he makes me raise my ass and pushes the dress down my legs. Awkwardly, I step out of it, stopping my stroking motion just for the time necessary to undress. My thong goes next, his anxious fingers tugging it down; he slides it all the way down to my ankles and, before I can kick it off, he grabs it and takes it to his face. Looking at me mischievously, he breathes in my scent, and I find myself flushing.
“I want to taste this,” he tells me, his voice vibrating with desire. “Right now.” He throws the thong aside and pulls me into him, his hands once again on my ass. I almost go for his cock, but he pulls me upward. Realizing what he wants, it’s almost as if a dam has burst inside of me. I’m so wet that my fluids are starting to drip down my thighs.
I move closer and closer to his face, my knees on each side of his body. His smile widens as my pussy closes in on his mouth and, the moment when it’s only inches away, he buries his fingers on my buttocks and pushes me hard. I almost fall into him, my pussy immediately going into his mouth as I lean forward and place my hands on the mattress. Regaining my balance, I slowly sit up, my whole body trembling as he sucks on my wet folds, his lips on me completely destroying whatever part of my rational brain is still awake.
My unconscious mind taking the wheel, I start to sway my hips, rubbing my pussy against his mouth as his tongue jabs at me, going in and out of my inner lips. His hands go to my hips, and he grabs me there, using my body as leverage for him to lift his head and press his mouth against my pussy even harder.
I go faster and faster, my insides turning into ash as white hot flames of ecstasy rage inside of me. My hands on my breasts, I squeeze them tight, throwing my head back as I succumb to the avalanche of pleasure that hits my body point blank.
I press my legs against his head, my whole body trembling as I come. And, dear God, I come hard. I scream hard, the muscles around my neck straining as the loud sound flies past my gritted teeth. My muscles twitch and burn, all the tension that accumulated on them finally set free.
As I come down from my orgasm, I slowly pull my pussy from his mouth. But then, the moment I no longer feel his lips on my labia, I decide I still want more. I move forward, getting his head out from between my thighs, and turn around; then I move my hips toward his face again, slowly easing down my pussy against his mouth as I lean forward, my hand reaching for his cock. I point his member toward me and, parting my lips, I let his glans rest easily over my tongue. Inch by inch, I let it slide deep inside of me, his pulsing shaft pushing against the inside of my cheeks as it goes.
A violent shiver goes up my spine, Lucien placing both his hands on my buttocks and licking the whole length of my pussy with an insatiable hunger. Bobbing my head back and forth, my movements become erratic as his finger brush over my ass crack, his fingertips hovering my asshole. Licking me fast and viciously, he presses one finger gently against my hole, my insides clenching as I feel his touch.
