~ 16 ~
PEYTON
There were times in your life when things were so good you wanted them to go on forever. Moments when you wished you could slow down time itself, just to more fully enjoy the scenario at hand.
It was like that now as I lay in my bedroom, lost in delirium, contemplating the mysteries of the ceiling. The fan was no longer laughing at me. It was an obscene voyeur now, watching my naked body as it thrashed back and forth, spread eagle, the softness of the bedding feeling pleasantly cool against my bare skin.
Down between my outstretched legs, Ripley was working me over with his talented mouth. His normally sharp tongue performed some kind of black magic as it twisted inside me, his lips buzzing against my flower, his twisting, churning fingers buried so deep inside me I wanted to scream.
And then suddenly, scream I did.
My orgasm came all too quickly; despite my wanting to enjoy the slow, tantalizing buildup. When it hit, it struck like a thunderbolt, rocketing through my body. Tearing through me,head to toe, with the unstoppable momentum of a runaway freight train.
A thickly calloused hand, wet with my own juices, clapped over my mouth. I screamed into it, clawing the bed as I gushed shamelessly into his mouth. Ripley continued devouring me straight through my orgasm, all while thumbing my button and sawing those thick fingers slowly in and out of me. I came again, and again after that. And through it all he held me down; even when I bit into the meat of his palm, and made all the noises from every single one of the Exorcist movies, at once.
My thighs clamped tightly around his head and I saw stars… shooting, silvery pinpricks of light that precluded the warm surge of dopamine, welcomely flooding my brain. When I looked down again I half-expected to see him passed out at the foot of the bed, no doubt suffocated by my irresistible urge to ride his face as I flashed through oblivion. Instead, I was just in time to watch him sink into me. To see him crawl between my thighs, hoist them over his shoulders, and guide that thick, beautiful monster straight where it belonged.
YESSSS…
My God, it had been too fucking long. Ripley bore down on me, sinking all the way in as he lowered his face to mine and began plowing away. The kisses were scorching hot. The feeling of his overly thick cock, bottoming out inside me, even hotter. We made out like teenagers as he plundered me, drawing out gasps of such intense pleasure that I could barely breathe. I could taste my own tangy sweetness on his tongue, too. It made me even hotter, knowing where his face had been, feeling that hot tongue swirling against mine, after all the beautiful damage it had wrought between my hot, horny little thighs.
Ripley lifted me up and turned me over, then re-entered me from behind and began going even harder. His comments about putting me through the mattress floated to mind. They drifted past the haze of euphoria, past the distant alarm that we might be making too much noise. I grunted like an animal when he began pulling my hair, all while reaching back to claw at his taut, surging ass, begging him to do more. He clutched my head, my cheeks, my face — all while picking up speed, pistoning into me like a well-oiled machine. When he pried my mouth open with his hands I totally fucking lost it. I bit down on those thick fingers as his thrusts grew even more savage, more desperate, more brutally deep and intense.
Then we switched positions…
And switched, and switched again.
HOLY.
FUCK.
I’d forgotten what it was like. What it was like to be taken and thrown around the bed; to be dominated and plundered and just thoroughly, utterly fucked by someone much bigger, much more ferocious. Someone hellbent on bending you to their every whim, shoving you backward, pinning you down. Holding you by the neck as they stared into your eyes and reallyreallyfucked you, until finally, delirious with how good it felt, your eyes rolled back and the warm, welcome waves of your impending orgasm sloshed over you.
I was on my hands and knees when it happened; eyes screwed shut, focusing on the deliriously good feel of my new lover, pounding away. Ripley’s balls were thick and heavy as they clapped against me, eliciting a whimper at the deepest part of every glorious stroke.
My eyes were closed when I heard the unmistakable creak of a loose floorboard, somewhere in front of me.
Then I opened them… to find Theo standing there.
