He pushes deep inside me and grinds me against him by rubbing my pussy over his cock. I can barely take it anymore. My breathing is heavy, and my heart is racing as the pleasure builds.
“I’m close,” I gasp as my pussy tightens around him. He growls again, moving his hips in circles, rubbing my clit with the base of his cock.
I can’t hold on anymore.
I can’t hold back.
The orgasm slams into me like a tidal wave. It steals my breath as it waves through me, my entire body spasming in his hands as every single muscle in my body shivers with ecstasy. Emmanuil doesn’t stop fucking me. He slips his hand around the front of my body and presses his fingers against my clit.
I scream, overwhelmed by pleasure as the orgasm triples in power and his cock slams into me again and again.
My head is spinning, and my heart is going to explode from my chest.
I have no control over it when I squirt all over him, soaking him with my desire, lost in another wave of the orgasm. He shouts, “Fuck, yes, kitten, yes,” and his cock goes rigid inside me, exploding his own desire into my pussy as he thrusts forward one more time.
He collapses onto me, pinning my body beneath his on the bed, his chest against my back. His cock is still hard inside me.
“You soaked me,” he whispers, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
“That’s never happened before,” I say shyly.
“How did it feel?”
“Incredible.”
“I was born to give you pleasure, kitten,” he whispers, sending a shiver down my spine. “It’s all I want to do until the day I die.”
He starts rocking his hips back and forth, and his cock begins to harden inside me again. “Already?” I gasp, flooded with fresh desire even though I haven’t fully caught my breath.
“I can’t help it. You’re too perfect. I can never get enough,” he growls.
*****
THE END
