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“I’m going to--”
I don't even finish my sentence. The words die in my throat as a high-pitched sound takes their place, my face contorted in an expression of ecstasy. I implode and explode, my mind dissolving in a mist of my climax. Not a single thought passes through my mind as I come, every single fiber of my being devoted to one simple task: to feel. And that’s what I do, I soak all the pleasure that runs through me like a sponge, thick beads of sweat pooling on my forehead.
Shaking, I rise, his cock sliding out of me. I collapse on top of the mattress, my eyes closed as I try to catch my breath. Lucien turns to me and, laying one hand across my chest, gently squeezes my right breast. His fingers on me are like flames, my body convulsing as a reaction to his touch. Even after all those times we’ve made love, and fucked as hard as humanly possible, I still can’t get used to orgasms like these. They’re strong and violent, almost too much for anyone to bear… And they’re absolutely perfect.
I roll to my stomach and, breathing in deeply, I push my body up, going on all fours. I sway my hips from side to side, teasing him; he gets the hint pretty quickly, and goes up on his knees, position himself behind me, his hands firmly placed on my hips. Here we go, I think to myself, jutting my ass back against him.
Gritting my teeth as he presses the tip of his cock against my pussy, I grunt as he simply rams it in with one single thrust. His shaft slides inside of me easily, his tip going all the way in and pressing against my inner walls in a mind numbing way. Guided by instinct, I start to rock my body back and forth, his length going in and out of my pussy at a rhythm set by me.
Of course, soon enough I start to go so fast I can’t keep going. He takes the lead then, his finger curling on my hips and pulling me in as he slams his cock in hard, his thighs slapping my ass over and over again. Adding to the symphony of flesh on flesh, he smacks my ass cheeks with the back of his hand, the dry sound hitting my eardrums like a gunshot. He does it over and over again, his long finger meeting my buttocks harshly and driving me utterly and completely insane.
My arms grow weak and I go down to my elbows, my head going down between my shoulders as I breathe out with a groan. I’m on the verge of simply collapsing, but I still resist, fighting hard to survive the incoming wave of pleasure. I can already feel it looming on the horizon of my mind, its presence like an imposing omen of chaos and ecstasy. Each thrust of his is like a step toward the storm, and it doesn’t take long for a chaos of the senses to start raining down on me.
As I feel myself close to the edge, he starts to go so hard his thighs smack my ass harshly enough to leave a mark. His cock pulses inside of me and, knowing he’s as close to the edge as I am, I can’t hold back. I scream like a banshee, my fingers curling so hard against the sheets my knuckles turn white. He comes at the same time, his cock spasming inside of me and kicking against my inner walls.
In a heartbeat, I feel his cum filling me, each spasm of his cock a new wave of warm fluids. Gripping my hips tightly, he holds me in place as he shoots his endless load inside of me, strands of it already dripping down my thighs and falling on top of the sheets, staining them.
Not even knowing what I’m doing, I fight against his hold and move forward, his cock sliding out of me in an instant. It keeps gushing out in a stream, his warm juices flying straight into my naked skin. Ropes of cum hit me across the back and, as I turn, straight into my chest. I move closer to him, immediately grabbing his cock and stroking him as he spurts out his load. With my mouth open wide, I aim his stream at my face, letting his semen cover me as if I were a wax figure. He keeps cumming for what seems like an eternity, thick ropes of sticky cum flying straight into my face and dripping down to my neck and breasts, completely blanketing me.
When it finally ends, I close my mouth and swallow his salty juices, letting them caress my throat on the way down. He simply looks at me, breathing hard as I take two fingers to my breasts and scoop all the cum that I can, taking it into my mouth. I slide the fingers inside my mouth and suck them dry, a hint of a grin on my lips as I return his gaze.
“Every day, promise me,” I say between breaths, my heart racing so fast I think it might just explode. “You have to fuck me every single day for the rest of our lives, Lucien.”
He says nothing. He simply leans into me and lays his lips against mine, a few drops of cum going from my mouth to his. With a smile, he runs his hand over my face and tucks a stray lock of hair over my ear.
“I thought that was already a given,” he tells me, his smile becoming wider and kinder. “You’re my life now, Kerri. You’re all that matters to me… And I promise you, I will grow old by your side.” His smile then turns into a grin, and he continues, “and yes, I’ll keep fucking you every single day even when we grow old.”
Lucien Stone. The love of my life.
Epilogue - As Told By Kerri
“Two margaritas, as ordered,” I say placing the dray down at the table and handing the women their drinks.
To call them women would be flattering them. In their daily lives their great-grandmothers, tasked with raising an army of children and maintaining order in their families.
But every evening in the tiny Mexican seaside town of Ciloteca, these ladies who must be pushing 90 leave their worries at home and come to this bar as they sit and drink margaritas and watch the sun set over the Pacific Ocean.
“Gracias, chica,” one of the women says to me and I smile. It’s the end of my shift and I put my tray on the bar counter and walk around the bar.
It’s a quiet evening today, the local soccer match that’s happening at the stadium has much of the town focused on that. I walk up to the bartender who’s counting the money for the evening. He turns to me and smiles and I return the smile back. No words need to be spoken as he lea
ns over and I wrap my arms around him and we kiss.
I feel his arms go around me and his hands descend down my back as we kiss some more. I raise myself on my tiptoes as I feel his hands reach for and cup my ass cheeks. I smile into him and pull back.
“Lucien,” I whisper, “We have an audience.”
Lucien Stone turns around and the ladies are looking at us and smiling. Or rather, they’re looking at him.
“Hola, guapo!” one of the ladies says as she raises her glass at Lucien.
“Muy chico!” I say with mock severity as I pull Lucien closer.
The ladies laugh good-naturedly and I smile to see if there are any customers left who will get info on the teasing that is most likely to commence.
But there are none. The sun is on its trajectory in descending over the Pacific Ocean and the bar is empty. People are all at the soccer match.
“Guess we better lock up?” Lucien asks me. I nod and we start going through the motions in closing up the bar for the evening.
