She bites that bottom, pouty lip as she takes the package. As she takes the condom out, she shifts to sit up so she can reach me, and I hold the swing steady while she does. And when she tentatively wraps her hand around my throbbing erection, I nearly come right then and there.
More of that euphoric bliss dumps into my blood. If her hand feels like this, then I know fucking her is going to be the closest thing to heaven a sinner like me will get.
Both of us are shaking by the time she’s done rolling the condom down my length. I don’t let her lie back on the pad, though. I wrap my hand around her nape, keeping her upright, and pulling her so the swing comes forward, bringing her pussy to my cock.
Her mask is still perfectly in place. While looking into her eyes—eyes that I swear in the flickering light look amber—I start to push into her. We don’t look away from each other, and it’s the most intimate experience of my life as I slowly work myself into her tight channel.
“You’re so tight, siren. But you’re taking my dick so fucking good.”
She whimpers and tries to spread her legs further apart with her feet still in the straps of the swing.
“That’s it, my dirty girl. Take all that cock. Feel your cunt stretch to take me.”
My pelvis presses fully against her when I bottom out, and for the second time, I nearly come right then and there.
It’s fucking nirvana being inside her.
With my first thrust, I know I’m a lost man. When I thrust again, pulling her body to me with the aid of the swing, it sounds like she can hardly breathe. With one hand wrapped around her nape and the other around the back of her thigh, I pull her toward me again,hard, and she moans, deep and guttural.
“I might not last long,” I tell her, “but this is only beginning. I’m going to cover you in my cum. Paint your skin with it. Would you like that?”
She moans and nods, her thick lashes fluttering over her lust-filled eyes.
“My filthy little siren. Then you’re going to ride the Sybian Saddle, and you’re going to come and come while you choke on my cock.”
“Yes,” she whimpers. Her pussy walls, like her eyelashes, are fluttering, telling me she’s close to coming again.
“So responsive for me. Your body is made for sin. Made to sin with me.” I thrust in even harder, and with the pull of the swing, it’s brutal and almost violent. “Made for me,” I claim out of nowhere. “You were made for me, siren.”
I’m nonsensical, spouting gibberish and thoughts I’ve never had before while having sex, but I don’t question it. I can’t. Not with the pleasure I’m experiencing—which is, hands down, the most intense and best of my life.
Her hand wraps around my neck, mirroring the hold I have on her, and she pulls closer. I need to feel her skin fully pressed against mine, and it’s not completely possible with how she’s positioned in the swing. So, I lift her out of it, and she wraps her legs around my waist as I take her back to the bed.
Covering her body with mine, she wraps her long legs around my back, holding me close as I move in her.
“Harder,” she cries.
My first thrust is to test the waters, and she keens. Then I truly fuck her into the mattress, within an inch of her life, but she takes it all, arching and writhing.
When she comes, it’s like I’m having a coming-to-Jesus moment, feeling her clench, squeeze, and convulse around my cock. I don’t even get the chance to pull out, take the condom off, and paint her skin with my cum.
Her orgasm buries its claws into me and drags me over the edge, where I tumble into the abyss of ecstasy, where I never want to return from. Where I’d claw and fight to remain there forever.
Both our bodies are heaving when our climaxes subside. She’s pinned underneath me, and my masked forehead rests against hers.
It’s so hot under my mask that sweat drips down my face. In order to continue tonight with all the depraved pleasure I want to show her, I’ll have to unmask myself to her, anonymity be damned. But first, I need to deal with the condom and get rid of some of the pooled sweat. I pull back and ease out of her.
She’s liked melted butter on the bed, totally soft and relaxed, and with a post-orgasm smile on her beautiful lips.
I ease back off the bed, looking down at her. “How are you doing, siren?”
“So…good,” she murmurs.
I wrap my hand around my cock and pull off the condom, pinching the end to trap my cum inside, even though I’d love to drip it all over her skin.
That will be the next round,I promise myself.
“I’ll be right back.” I wait until she nods, letting me know she heard me and understands that I’m not walking out on her.
