Chapter 24 #2
He adjusted my position on the sofa, pulling me so my head hung halfway off the edge, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.
I lay there, naked and throbbing with need, my pulse racing as he towered over me, his massive frame dominating everything.
His cock pulsed, mere inches from my face, thick and veined, the tip already slick with pre-cum.
"Suck me, Elena," his voice was a sexy, commanding growl that sent a fresh gush of wetness flooding my core.
That dominant tone ignited me like wildfire. My pussy clenched, growing even slicker. I obeyed, parting my lips wide, my tongue darting out in eager anticipation.
He stood at the sofa's edge, guiding his cock directly into my waiting mouth.
This angle was unfamiliar—I'd never done oral like this before, with my head tilted back and throat fully exposed.
He pushed in deep from the start, sliding straight to the back of my throat, stretching me to my limits.
The gag reflex hit hard; I felt like retching, physiological tears welling up at the corners of my eyes from the overwhelming depth and pressure.
He reached down tenderly, his thumb wiping away the tears. "Easy, baby," he murmured, his voice softening briefly before he began to move slowly, rocking his hips with controlled rhythm.
My mouth filled with saliva, coating him as he slid in and out, the wet, slurping sounds echoing obscenely and heightening my arousal.
His cock glided deeper with each thrust, filling my throat completely, the salty, musky taste of him overwhelming my senses.
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking as much as I could in this position, feeling him throb against my lips and tongue.
He groaned, his control fraying. "Fuck, Elena, your mouth.
.." His pace quickened, thrusts becoming more insistent, pounding into my throat.
The air grew thinner; my lungs burned, vision spotting with white light.
The asphyxiation blended with the fullness and his dominance, building a twisted, intense pleasure.
My body arched, my pussy dripping uncontrollably, and suddenly I shattered, climaxing hard from the oxygen deprivation alone, waves of ecstasy crashing through me as I choked around his length.
He withdrew with a wet pop, leaving me gasping for air. Scooping me up into his arms, he crushed his mouth to mine in a deep kiss, his tongue invading possessively. "You did so good, baby. So fucking good."
I panted against his lips, still quivering from the intensity. But he wasn't finished. He flipped us around, lying back on the sofa and pulling me up toward him. "Sit on my face," he commanded, his eyes dark with raw lust.
I straddled his head, hovering uncertainly, but he yanked me down firmly, my pussy settling directly over his mouth.
His nose ground against my clit first, teasing and sending electric sparks shooting up my spine.
Then his tongue plunged in—delivering broad, sweeping licks along my folds, piercing inside me like a thrusting cock.
He sucked greedily on my wetness, drinking down every drop, his lips sealing around me in a voracious seal.
"Oh God," I moaned, my hips bucking involuntarily.
He nipped at my clit, his teeth grazing the swollen bud— a sharp sting of pain mingling with explosive pleasure, making me yelp and grind down harder.
It hurt in the most delicious way, the bite pushing me toward the edge.
I tried to lift away, overwhelmed by the sensations, but his hands clamped down on my thighs like vices, holding me immobile.
There was no escape. I rode his face helplessly, his tongue fucking me deeper, lapping and sucking every bit of my arousal.
The pressure coiled tighter, building relentlessly. His bites grew sharper, his tongue flicking without mercy. I shattered again, screaming as I came hard in his mouth, squirting over his lips and chin. He swallowed it all eagerly, like it was the sweetest nectar, not letting a single drop escape.
Finally, he eased me off, wiping the glistening wetness from his chin with the back of his hand, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "You taste so sweet when you come like that."
He gave me no time to catch my breath. Still on the sofa, he hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, spreading me wide open. His cock nudged at my entrance, slick with my arousal. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me to the hilt, stretching my walls around his thick length.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, starting to move—slow at first, savoring the tight drag, but quickly building to a punishing rhythm.
Each pump drove deep, his hips slamming against mine, his balls slapping rhythmically against my ass.
I wrapped my free leg around his waist, my nails digging into his back, urging him deeper.
He angled perfectly, hitting that sensitive spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
Sweat slicked our bodies, the sofa creaking under the force of our movements.
His mouth latched onto my neck, sucking possessive marks, his teeth biting down as he pounded harder.
"Mine," he rasped between thrusts. "All fucking mine. "
Those words sent me spiraling. I clenched around him, milking his cock, and he lost control—his thrusts turning wild and erratic, driving even deeper until he buried himself fully and came with a guttural roar, hot spurts of cum filling me completely, pulsing inside as his body shuddered in release.
We collapsed together, breathless, his weight pressing me down in the most satisfying way. He kissed my forehead, still buried deep inside me. "You're everything, Elena."