Page 49 of Painting Her


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The moment my mouth touches his skin, he starts flicking his wrist, his finger moving in and out of me at a frantic pace. He fingers me to the point of exhaustion, my fluids dripping down my thighs and pooling on the leather under me.

“Fuck me, fuck me now,” I blurt out suddenly, needing him inside of me as much as I need the air to breathe.

“You’re in a hurry,” he chuckles, still fingering me so hard that it’s a miracle my brain can process the meaning behind his words.

“Oh, you bet I’m in a hurry,” I continue, my hands darting to his belt and unbuckling it. My trembling fingers grab the hem of his pants and I pull, his zipper going down by itself in a flash. Turning my wrist around, I flatten my hand against his hard cock and then grab it, moving my hand up and down and stroking him over the fabric of his boxer briefs.

I do it for a few seconds, but then he slides one more finger inside of me and I just stop completely, my insides burning up as a sudden wave of ecstasy crashes against both my mind and body at the same time.

“Well, if you’re in a hurry…” He whispers, leaning into me and dropping the words right against my ear. I moan as he slides his fingers out of my pussy, and then I grit my teeth and summon whatever’s strength there’s in me.

Moving quickly, I push his pants and boxers down his legs, and he sits up on the couch afterward. He kicks off his shoes, and then steps out of his pants and boxers, standing up and towering over me in all his nakedness.

He bends over, grabbing the bunched up dress, and pulls it down my body in a hurry. He throws it on top of his clothes, and then grabs the string of thong that laces my outer thigh and pulls on it harshly, ripping it out of me.

“Much better,” he says, his eyes going straight to the wet patch of skin between my thighs. He offers me his hand and pulls me up to my feet. Then he forces me to turn around, and I place my legs back on the couch, baring my ass to him.

I gasp as he smacks me hard, no warning at all. He lays his hand heavily against my ass cheeks, and then he does it again and again, hard enough to leave a red mark on my skin. A perfect memento of everything we’re doing. He does it until the pain turns into pleasure, my brain melting and dissolving.

Then, he trades the violence of his smacks by the gentleness of one finger, brushing it up and down the length of my crack. I close my eyes hard, anxious for what’s going to happen next, and that’s when he grabs his cock and pushes it down, pressing it right against my pussy.

This time I don’t even wait for him to thrust – I do it myself, throwing my body back against him and impaling myself on his cock.

One loud scream erupts from my mouth as his long inches stab me in a fraction of a second, pushing my inner walls back in such a way that I just know I’ll be sore afterwards. The good kind of sore.

Grabbing my hips, he starts ramming his cock into me viciously right from the start.

We’re making love, yes, but we’re also straight up fucking. And, God, that feels so wickedly good. There’s a raw intensity to his movements, and it’s in that intensity that you can peel off all the bullshit and find genuine emotion.

Supporting myself with only one hand, I take the other one to my pussy and start rubbing my clit with two fingers. I do it until my fingers are working at the same rhythm of his cock, and it’s a matter of seconds until I explode.

Clenching my teeth, I hiss wildly as my pussy tightens up around Blake’s shaft. Feeling me even tighter, he thrusts even harder, and that’s when a violent orgasm simply explodes inside of me.

I fall forward, collapsing on top of the couch as his cock pops out of me suddenly. I’m kneeling on the floor, arms and head on the couch in front of me, and all of me is a quivering and trembling mess.

My muscles are twitching and spasming as if I’ve just been hit by lightning, and even though my eyes are open I can’t see a thing. My brain is burning, and all of its attention is devoted to processing the barrage of pleasure filling me up.

“God, this was – ”

“Amazing,” Blake says, finishing my sentence. The sound of his voice somehow gives me renewed energy, and I force my eyelids open and turn around so that I’m facing him.

I find his cock is right in front of me, thick and hard and glistening with my juices. By the time I realize what I’m doing, I’m already grabbing him by the root and leaning into him, my open mouth ready to devour him.

I close my eyes the moment I feel the tip of his cock over my tongue. I push my mouth down, allowing his twelve inches to slide all the way inside me, and I only stop when I feel my lips against the smooth skin around the base of his huge shaft. That’s when I open my eyes again, and look up at him. I smile – or, well, I would if I didn’t have his cock between my lips – as I imagine the view he has now: me, on my knees, and his cock filling my mouth.

I figure being a man is fun because of stuff like that.

The urge to breathe becomes urgent enough for me to take his cock out of my mind; but, while I try and catch my breath, I keep on stroking him. My hand flies up and down his shaft so fast that my movements become a blur, and I can’t help but grin as I see him close his eyes, an expression of pleasure washing over his face.

For a fraction of a second, I think of stroking him until he comes, forcing him to spray his seed all over me…but then I realize that I’m not ready for that – there’s so much more I want to do right now. It’d be a shame if we ended this too soon.

I tug on his hand, urging him to go down. He arches one eyebrow, curious, but goes down to his knees all the same. When his knees touch the floor, I let go of his cock and jump up to my feet.

Standing over him, I tangle my fingers on his hair and pull him into me. Knowing exactly what I want, he takes his mouth straight to my pussy, grabbing my ass cheeks with both his hands.

He licks and sucks at a frenetic pace, digging his fingers into my flesh at the same time. I just stand there, eyes closed and head thrown back, savoring the pleasure he’s giving me. I swear, Blake knows how to use his mouth as much as he knows how to use his cock.

Taking one step back, I lean into him and place my hands on his shoulders. Pushing him back, I force him to lay down on the floor, and then I act fast; I place both my feet on the side of his head, and then lower myself.

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