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I tease him, my hand moving slowly up and down the shaft while my mouth barely moves. My tongue dances over the tip and along the bottom, and Phillip keeps groaning.
“Your mouth is heaven,” he moans, and I feel his hands on the back of my head, so similar to how I’d run my hands through his hair. And ground against his face.
Thinking about our roles being reversed makes my body ache. Instead of hoping he’ll read my mind, I open my mouth wider and pull my hands away from his cock.
For a moment, Phillip seems to sink, but then I put my hands over his. And push.
His eyes go wide, but he doesn’t hesitate to put some pressure on the back of my head, pushing me down on his cock. It slides over my tongue and hits the back of my throat.
My gag reflex kicks in, and my stomach twists while my body tenses. Even when my body rejects his actions, I want more. I don’t know what’s come over me, but damn it, I want this man to really fuck me. Not just stick his dick in me.
I want to be sore tomorrow from what we do tonight.
So I push his hands down harder, and when the tip hits the back of my throat, I gag again, but I don’t release the pressure on his hands.
Tears start running down my cheeks, but I’m wetter than I’ve ever been. When I finally come up for air, his cock slips out of my mouth, and I smile up at him.
Where he’d been tentative before, he doesn’t hesitate now. Doesn’t check to see if I’m okay or if I need a break. Even though I’m gasping for air, he just wraps his hand around his cock and guides it into my mouth. With the other hand, he tightens his grip on my hair and thrusts.
It’s incredible. Somehow, the back of my throat and my pussy must be connected because the more he fucks my face, the more it throbs. “You’re so perfect,” he groans as the tip of his cock finally slides just a little into my throat.
He stays there. I’m gagging with tears streaming down my face, and he’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful person in the world. When he finally releases me, I collapse, desperate for air.
Then, he’s lifting me into the air and laying me on the bed. When we started this, I’d thought that he was intense, but looking up at him now, I know what the rabbit feels when the wolf stares at her.
And I spread my legs for the wolf. As he undoes his buttons and rips his shirt off, my heart is racing out of control. He kicks off his shoes, drops his pants, and yanks his wallet out of the back pocket. With his other hand, he slowly strokes his cock, my spit providing all the lube he could need. My fingers move to my clit, but it’s barely even noticeable at this point. Every other sensation I’ve had in the last thirty minutes has been so much more intense.
Phillip drops the wallet to the floor as soon as he’s dug out a condom. I’ll never forget the sound of him tearing the foil wrapper. The only other sound in the room is my finger doing its best to mimic what his tongue had done.
He rolls the condom over his cock without ever actually looking at it. Then he lays down on top of me. His lips find mine at the same time that his cock finds my soaking entrance. In a single thrust, he forces his way inside me.
It hurts a little, but it’s like the pain is far away in some corner of my mind that’s easily forgotten. Phillip’s hand goes to my cheek just like he did when he kissed me hard for the first time. His fingers tighten in my hair as his thumb brushes my cheek.
And his lips find mine. If there was any drug in the world that felt like this, I’d be an addict. How can anything be so all-consuming? So earth-shattering?
His other hand finds my breast and squeezes hard enough that I should pull away, but whatever pain I feel just gets stuffed in the corner. I arch my back to show him just how much I enjoy it.
Phillip thrusts, and I don’t know how to react to the sensations. I lose control of my body and instead of bucking my hips, trying to drive him deeper like I did earlier with his fingers, I run my hands over his naked back. I need to feel him. All of him.
And then a dam bursts inside me. When he’d licked my pussy, I’d had an orgasm, but this is more than that. This is explosive. This is a full-body experience, and I didn’t even know that was possible.
I scream as my body goes tight, every muscle straining, and Phillip’s thrusts only get harder. He pins me down, not letting me escape the pleasure that’s too much for my body to handle.
Just as the waves of bliss slow down, he sits up on his knees. His hands go to my hips, and he never lets his cock slip out of me as he repositions himself.
Then he smiles as his fingers tighten their grip. “You’re incredible,” he says right before he lifts my ass off the bed and holds it in the air as he fucks me like a jackhammer.
I can’t help but scream as yet another orgasm rips through me. Everything Phillip does to me drives me higher, yet his touch feels selfish, drawing every bit of pleasure from me. The word ravish is the only one that makes sense.
His cock swells as I constrict around him even while I struggle in his grip. My body shakes, and I can’t help but push back. All of it is a blur as I’m consumed by the sensations shattering my awareness of reality. The only thing I’m sure of is that in this moment, I am his, and he is mine in a way that I’ve never experienced.
He groans out his own release, and for what feels like minutes, but is only the blink of an eye, I’m disappointed that it’s over. Even though my body is so sensitive that it doesn’t know if I could handle even another minute. Even though my pussy aches and my muscles are exhausted.
Instead of just rolling over like I’ve come to expect from partners, Phillip leans forward, releasing my hips, and he presses his lips to mine. This kiss is no less passionate than the previous ones. His lips feel just as desperate for me, his breath coming out in soft gasps.
And I breathe him in. His body may be satisfied, but he isn’t. “I’ve dreamed of doing that since the moment I met you,” he whispers as his lips move to my neck. His breath tickles my ear just as much as his words tickle my mind and… my heart? His touch and actions were rougher and more demanding than I could have imagined, yet I felt more needed and more desired than ever before.
“Is that what sex is supposed to be like?”
