AllFreeNovel
Share Us
My clit throbs and my pussy clenches at how roughly he’s using me. My breathing grows ragged. Even without physical friction between my thighs, I feel my own pleasure building, but I also feel needy and empty because I’m clenching around nothing.
God, I want this man to fuck me.
“You want to come, don’t you, baby?” he asks, his voice strained.
I can’t answer with his cock in my throat so I just moan around him.
“Reach down and touch your pussy. Feel how wet it is for me. Plunge your finger in deep, then play with your clit. I want to feel your little moans and cries around my cock as you come.”
Oh, God.
I like all of those directions. My heart pounds wildly as I reach between my legs and slide a finger into my pussy. I’m so wet, my finger sinks deep and I moan around his cock. He stopped moving for a moment to let me get situated, but now he starts again.
He begins slowly to let me find my footing again, but quickly escalates things, fucking my throat faster and faster as his need for relief grows more urgent. I finger my clit and moan around his cock as my pleasure builds at lightning speed.
“That’s it, baby. Work that pretty pussy for me.”
Desperate pleasure builds within me. I don’t know if it’s okay to be so noisy, but I can’t help it. It’s hard to breathe around his cock when my building pleasure has me panting. I’m afraid I won’t be able to and try to pull back, but Milo’s grip on my head stops me.
“I don’t think so, sweetheart.”
I cry out and moan helplessly around his cock. My heart pounds and my body writhes. I want to obey him, but it’s hard not to fight him and I keep pulling back.
Suddenly, Milo pulls out of my throat and throws me back on the bed. I’m so startled, I stop touching myself, but he puts his hand over mine between my legs. “Did I say you could stop?”
I shake my head and start fingering myself again because I don’t want to disobey him. The tension in my body picks up where it left off, but it’s somehow tauter for being teased and then briefly abandoned. I was so close to coming when I stopped, it’s like my body is afraid I’ll stop again so it wants to hurry up and capture the fleeting pleasure it was promised.
Milo lets go of my hand now that I’m back on track and repositions himself on top of me, shoving his cock in my throat much the way Jonathan did the other night. On my back, I have far less control. I can’t keep pulling off him. I’m forced to take what he gives me.
Helpless. Used.
But also, on the road to being properly satisfied as he makes me pleasure myself alongside him.
It feels like my racing heart is lodged in my throat, but it must not be because Milo slides his cock deep into that tight passage. I close my eyes and moan softly as he pushes deeper, my belly feeling fluttery as I get closer and closer to coming.
When my orgasm hits, it hits with startling intensity. I’m trapped beneath his weight so I try to arch off the bed, but I can’t move. The feeling of being ensnared makes the high that much more thrilling and I cry out sharply around Milo’s cock, my throat muscles working and vibrating around him as ecstatic pleasure erupts and flows over me like lava, singeing everything it touches and leaving my nerves a trembling mess.
“Christ,” Milo groans, shoving deep and gripping my hair tight in his fist. A thick stream of hot cum shoots down my throat. I take every bit of it, hungry for more. I don’t stop moaning. It’s raw and primal. It just feels so good to have him inside me, dominating me, using my body for his pleasure.
Milo pulls his cock out of my throat and wraps his hand around it, pumping the rest of his cum into my mouth. I open wide to catch all of it on my tongue, swallowing greedily when the last drop hits my lips.
His head lolls back and his body relaxes. He moves off me and collapses beside me on the mattress.
I lick my lips, wanting every last salty drop of his release, then I cuddle up close to him to bask in the post-orgasm high. “That was amazing. You’re amazing,” I tell him.
He cradles my head and pulls me in so he can kiss me on the forehead, then he locks his arms around my body and holds me snugly against him.
“I love you, Kennedy. I love you so fucking much it scares me.”
My muscles are still weak from coming, but I tighten my grip on him protectively. “I love you, too. You don’t have to be scared. I’m not going anywhere.”
“You promise?”
I nod, feeling so sleepy my eyes can’t stay open. “I promise.”
Chapter twenty-seven
Kennedy
