I suck in a breath as she swallows me down, and her reflexes as she sucks and half-chokes are like a visit to the more exciting parts of heaven.
Oh, shit. She pulls all the way up, licking now around the head of my cock, her tongue working the underside and making me awash with a quivering knife edge of pleasure that is borderline pain. It is almost too much.
Almost.
My balls are high as she settles into a rhythm.
I push her gently with my hands to get the maximum from this unexpected surprise.
Everything in me is alive, electric, the beat and urge to cum almost too much to take.
She sucks harder, the tip in her mouth and then the shaft down her throat as she bobs and commits to the act.
It's sublime, and I'm having a fucking hard time not coming here and now.
But somehow, I manage to pull her off me, and I drag her up my body and kiss her passionately. "You didn't answer, Lola."
"I don't like talking with my mouth full."
I grin, sliding my tongue along her ear as I squeeze her ass. "I don't know. There are benefits. When you talk, the vibrations run along my cock."
"I'll keep that in mind." She's rubbing her wet pussy on me, and it's not helping much for me to carry out the plans forming in my head.
"Please do."
I want to go down on her. I want to set rules and show her who is boss. I want to deny her the penetration she clearly wants, and the games and kinks we like to explore pull me to them.
I want to make her writhe with need and hunger for more.
So, I flip us.
Denying her will be denying me, and my balls are going to ache all fucking day long.
There's beating off, and while I could, it's cheating.
And I know what I'm going to do.
I nudge her thighs open, and I push into her, taking her in deep, hard thrusts.
Her silky, wet tightness pulls me in, makes the path into her a world of delight.
It would be easy to let this go through to the logical ending. But I kiss her, keeping my plans in my head as I set up an unrelenting rhythm, the type that will get her to her pinnacle, ready to spin into the stratosphere and cum. Hard.
I pay attention to her. The way she clutches me and gasps, the rapid and irregular beat of her heart as her excitement builds.
Mine does too. My heart throbs and sighs and hammers, and my back is sparking all the way to my balls as the urge to spill inside her rushes up my hard and aching cock.
She is the oasis, the mecca. Everything. Being inside Lola is the place I'm meant to be.
By her side, inside her, all of it.
And I want to claim and mark her over and over again.
But even I know I can't plant a seed in her again, not at this moment in time. And I don't let myself even dare to think of that fantasy because if I do, I'll lose control.
Her breath comes in erratic stutters, and her cunt starts to contract, little beats that warn me she's almost there, about to explode.
I thrust deep once more and grab her hands, pinning them above her head, and she convulses.
