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She is leaving.
ChapterFive
Interlude
Sienna
Is it possible to fall in love with someone so quickly? It certainly feels that way when it comes to Drake. Of course, I think these are things I ought to work out in my head before engaging in a pretty damned torrid affair, right?
What is it now, about six days?
I have engaged in six days of nearly constant sex with this man and I can't tell you why the question about love at first sight (or whatever you want to call it) comes up now. I mean, I have a hand on his balls, another teasing around the sensitive flesh of his asshole, and a throat being stretched by his very large cock.
I mean, finger at the asshole and cock in the throat... Seriously, is that the time to start thinking about the relationship? What am I, one of those porn stars who acts like it’s art and not jerk-off material? How much does a girl’s throat have to stretch before she accepts that it’s sexual and not romantic?
I know this won't make a great deal of sense to you but I'll tell you that even though this is a challenging position from a sexual standpoint, thisisvery romantic. Drake isn't holding onto the back of my head and ramming his cock in or anything. On the contrary, he's only gently stroking my hair as I fight to get my lips right to the base of his cock.
Wow. So, because I’m the one trying to cram that fucking monster of his into my throat, it’s romantic? Because it’s not him trying to force me deep until my nose is mashed up against him and his balls cover my chin, it’s something sweet and beautiful? I swear this man redefines the entire idea of sex for me, changes it from some kind of physical activity two people can enjoy whether or not there is the tenderness of emotion into something that’s lovely regardless of the intensity of the act itself.
I mean, what the fuck, right?
I’m not just trying to get him deep. I also work on the suction. It's difficult with his cock in my throat but I suck hard and am rewarded with the taste of precum, which makes it all worthwhile. A little bit of that and a little bit of his moans are all I need to get myself pretty well right to the edge. I know that makes me sound like some kind of a sex junkie, and I know it's pretty damned silly to keep referring to this as romantic while talking about bodily fluids but...
Well, I love it when he moans.
I love it even more when he's in my throat.
Just as I think about pressing my fingers against his asshole, I feel his body stiffen. I can't tell if it's because he's afraid I'm going to stick a finger in his ass or if it's just because he's getting close to cumming. I don't know what I'd have done if he pushed me away, but I don't have to worry about that.
Instead, Drake places both of his hands on my head. I'm pretty sure this is more about keeping me from moving around than encouraging me to keep going. He's not trying to use me as a sex toy or anything. He's being romantic. He's also getting close.
As the hand slides around the back of my head, I feel the huge cock in my throat twitch. I keep trying to fight my gag reflex when he cums but it's not easy with the huge thing in my throat. Fortunately, Drake pulls it back so her rests over my tongue before the cum starts to spurt. I'm still trying to swallow but he cums a lot! I feel it dribbling from the corners of my mouth as I work on gulping it down.
When he pulls out, I can tell he's not done.
He's never done after only one.
A moment later, I'm bent over the arm of the couch, still trying to catch my breath from having his cock in my mouth. My mouth? Hell, I’d be breathing normally if it were only in my mouth and not stretching my throat in such a way it’s a wonder I can breathe at all!
My pants end up at my ankles and thenI can feel him pulling my panties down. He really doesn't seem to care if he ruins them. Damn, that turns me on regardless of the fact that clothes are in short supply here for me. Hell, if I remain naked close to the fireplace until it’s time for me to leave, I'll be fine with that. Hell, if I show up at Tara’s place wearing his clothes, I’ll survive.
I'm splayed out, bent over with my ass in the air before he places his hands on my hips.
For a moment, I'm expecting him to start fucking me from behind, but that's not what happens. Again, he surprises me. Instead of sliding his cock into my pussy, he slides it into my ass.
I've never done that before.
Don't get me wrong. I've teased him with it, guiding his cock there several times but wimping out and guiding it to my pussy. I mean, I’ve made it clear a number of times he can have it just never actually given it to him. And now, he’s taken it! I feel a terrible moment of panic as his dick barrels right past my little resistant ring of muscle. I’m shocked and in absolute agony!
Wait…
No, I’m not.
I’m shocked but I’m not in agony.
I expect it to hurt like hell. It doesn't hurt. It feels like it should hurt but it doesn't. I don't understand it. I also don't understand why I cry out, "Yes! Yes, fuck my ass, Drake! Yes!"
Yeah, like this man needs permission.
