When the pleasure gets so intense that it borders on pain, I try to push him away. But even my conflicted body works against me, my thighs clamped around his head to keep him right there.
A second orgasm blooms into the midst of this never-ending pleasure, and it rips more tears out of me, more screams, more shivers.
Fuck, I can’t. This is too much. It’s too fucking good.
What must be survival instinct has me trying to roll away from his unwavering lips and his torturous tongue. And Lex allows me to, but his hold on me doesn’t loosen, so while I do flip over, he stays right there. How the fuck am I straddling his face right now? And why the fuck do my hips begin to writhe on top of him, encouraging him to continue?
As I kneel there, riding his face like my life depends on it, I remember his promise on the plane.I’ll fuck you with my mouth and tongue until the taste of your pleasure becomes a core memory…
Ah, shit… I might not survive tonight.
The third orgasm sneaks up on me, but it wrecks me nonetheless. Lex’s head follows me when I try to lift away. As I writhe and tremble and cry out, I decide that I can’t let him give me a fourth orgasm like this. Three is way too fucking much already, and if he gives me another one, I’ll need an hour-long break before we can move on to the main course.
“Lex, baby… I need—I need your cock! Please…”
He groans beneath me, which reverberates through my overworked clit. “My pussy’s been so empty, Lex. I need you to stretch it and fuck me hard. I want—I want you to fill me up with your cum, please!”
“Fucking hell…” he mutters.
The moment his hold on my thighs loosens, I know I won. That’s why I’m proudly smiling when he releases me. He rolls me to the side, and I watch as he tugs his pants down. The rest of his clothes get removed in one go, and my mouth actually waters at the sight of his erection. It looks so stiff and angry, and the tip is so wet…
Because I’m as greedy as he is, I force my weakened muscles to bring me closer to him. I barely have time to circle him with my hand and lower my mouth when he grabs a handful of my hair and tugs me away.
“Lex, it’s not fair,” I whimper as I meet his hardened expression.
Still fisting my hair, he brings my face closer to his and utters, “What isn’t fair, Andrea, is that you came three times in under ten minutes, but I’ll come four times at most tonight.”
I’m sure I can make him come more than that, but he continues before I can point it out. “So, if you want this to last more than a minute, you’ll keep your pretty lips away from my cock, alright?”
“Okay,” I mumble, realizing he’s waiting for my surrender.
The bedroom is probably the only place where I enjoy being manhandled a little, so when he uses his hold on my hair to make me lie down on my stomach, I not only let him but my pussythrobsat it.
Shit, Kate was right… I’m so getting fucked into oblivion tonight.
Andrea lies there, her slim fingers clutching the sheets like she can’t help herself. With a knee resting high between her legs, I bend over to untie her bra. Then when I tug at the garter belt at her waist, she stops grinding onto my knee to lift her precious ass and help me remove it. She rises to her elbow to take off her bra as I roll her tights down, and when she’s finally bare before me, I let out an appreciative hum.
“There, much better,” I rasp.
The temptation of her ass is too great to resist, so I smack a flat hand on it and watch the slap ripple in the soft mound. She jumps at it with a moan, and my cock twitches at how her hips tilt up on their own as if asking for more.
As tempting as it is to indulge, we aren’t doing that right now.
So, ignoring the tingle in my palm that wants to give her what she craves, I flip her around on her back. Her legs spread wide, exposing the pink and wet space between them. She’s so fucking greedy, so desperate to have me in that heavenly little cunt of hers.
Because I never miss an opportunity to tease her, I rub myself onto her, smearing her wetness between us. And because she’s always been so fucking impatient, she tries to rush me by guiding my cock where she wants me. I grab her wrist to pin it over her head, and before her other hand can even move, I add it to my firm hold. She’s the one who asked for the controlling and dominant side of me. So now, she’ll take it.
My cock aches to be inside her, probably more than she needs it since she already came three times. But I want us to take our time. This isn’t just sex. It’s a reunion, something almost holy, meaningful and important. The pain and the precum that keeps seeping out of me aren’t enough to make me rush through it.
She writhes and moans, trying to get what she desperately needs, but I keep grinding into her. “Lex, please…” she whimpers, fresh tears wetting her eyes.
“Such an impatient woman. When will you learn that taking your time makes it better?”
“I can’t take better. Better would wreck me. I want you now. Please.”
She sounds so desperate that I take pity on her and lower my tip to her opening. Fuck, she’s so damn tight and drenched… I only give her half an inch, kissing the side of her throat hungrily. This moment is worth taking our time. That’s why I counter her when she tries to take more.
“Alexander, I swear to God,” she threatens. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to—”
