“You okay?” I ask through my teeth as I’m trying to hold back the pleasure he’s bent on giving me. I don’t want to come if it’s going to hurt him.
“I am so much fucking more than okay, Lana. Your tight little cunt is tugging my fat cock like a dream. You’re going to squeeze me to perfection when you come, and I can feel how ready you are.”
I whimper and demand myself to keep holding back. My pussy’s clamped around his cock like an angry fist, and he’s circling my clit for the kill.
I shake my head.
Now that I’m finally having sex, I regret doing it so fucking efficiently. It’s going to rush by in a flash, but I don’t want this night to end.
Bates eases off my clit and gently strokes my back as his powerful thighs graze the backs of mine. The impending pressure that was set to explode inside me eases off, but he keeps a constant movement going so it doesn’t get a chance to die away completely.
“You’re wound so tight you’re going to snap, baby. Why don’t you want to let go? Tell me what’s going through that impressive brain of yours.”
“I don’t want it to be over,” I admit in a quiet voice.
There’s a soft snort, and Bates resumes his teasing of my clit as he increases the pace of his fucking. “I’m having a mighty fine time with you too, Lana. This doesn’t have to end when youcome, babe. You can come again and again until you’re done. We can go all night.”
The pressure on my clit kicks up a notch, and Bates targets his thrusts to perfection. He’s going tomakeme come.
“Is that what you want, Lana? You want this big cock to fuck you all night?”
Speechless now, I can only moan and nod.
“Mm. You’re nearly there, aren’t you, baby?”
The deep rumble in his voice sends a ripple of pleasure through my body, and I clamp hard around his cock. He rumbles with approval, and it gets me again. It’s involuntary — for both of us, it seems. Our bodies are caught in a conversation of escalating give and take. Every time I utter a needy mewl, his cock strains inside me, and the rich timbre of his sweet murmured accompaniments sends tremors through my core, making me moan again. It happens over and over, driving us bothwild.
He’s positively soaked from the embarrassing extent of my arousal, and it sounds disturbingly wet every time he retreats and then pushes his huge cock back into me. I can’t explain why I love it so much; I only know that it’s intensifying the already incredible experience.
He spurs me on as if he feels the same. The room swirls with a symphony of sex and praise and filthy words that I don’t ever want to stop hearing.
Bates grunts and fucks me until everything feels so good that I can’t evenbreathe.
I need to come. So badly. All over his fat cock. And then I want to do it all over again, like he promised.
“That’s it, Lana.Fuck. You’re fucking perfect — don’t you ever believe anything else.”
He grips my clit hard, thrusts firmly from behind, and I explode around him in a raging, bucking reaction so strong that I think it takes both of us by surprise.
Bates swears and snarls. He grips my hips and pins me to the bed, grounding me in my body while he fucks me through the pleasure spasms. He growls more beautiful words meant just for me, and he keeps me full and moaning until we’ve both given everything we have to give before he collapses over me in a trembling state.
We catch our heaving breaths together, and the weight of him is everything I need to feel anchored in my pleasure-struck body as my soul is set adrift into sated bliss.
With the softest whimper, he withdraws his softening cock and rolls onto the mattress beside me. The size and comforting warmth of him keep me company until I can finally command my energy-depleted body to move a little. I shove my hair out of the way so I can look at him.
He’s staring at me with the strangest look on his face. He looks… emotional.
“Are you okay?” I whisper.
He snuffles softly, the way he does when I say things that amuse him. “That’s whatI’msupposed to say,” he says, leaning in to kiss my forehead. “You didn’t just stealmyvirtue.”
“It’s not stealing if I gave it to you.”
His eyes sparkle and dance at me. “I guess not. You’re okay with how that went, then?”
I grin like a fool and nod. It probably looks creepy as fuck when my face is still half-squished into the mattress, but I feel too heavy and limp to do anything about it.
Bates smiles at me and glances down at his cock. He removes the condom, knots the end, and tosses it into the bathroom before rolling toward me.
