5. Isabelle #2
He doesn't give me time to recover. He drops to his knees, yanking my lacy thong fully to one side, and lifts one leg over his shoulder. His tongue flattens between my thighs, dragging up as he parts my folds, and he groans as if tasting me is the best pleasure he's ever received.
"Fuck," he moans, gasping as he reaches my clit, pulling back just slightly. "Eating you out makes me so fucking hard."
I gasp at that, my head falling back against the door as he pushes two fingers into me, his tongue lashing against my clit.
He gives me no quarter, no time to slowly come back from the first orgasm.
He drives me relentlessly into a second, his tongue focused entirely on my clit, his lips sucking at my overstimulated flesh.
My fingers claw at his hair, his scalp, as my hips buck forward onto his face, writhing and grinding as I moan helplessly. The orgasm surges through me, weakening my knees until the only thing holding me up is him.
He pulls his fingers out and lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist automatically, and he fumbles between us, undoing his belt and shoving his pants and boxers to the floor. His cock springs up between us as my breath comes in ragged gasps, and I stare down at it, eyes widening.
I vaguely remember thinking he was big, but sober, I'm even more startled by his size. He's thick and long and already leaking at the tip, and I lick my lips, my mouth watering. He smirks.
"Later," he says, his voice rough. "Right now I need to be inside you."
And then he angles himself between my legs, and his hips jerk, sinking himself into me in one long, hard thrust that makes me cry out.
"Good girl," he rasps, sinking all the way to the hilt as he pins me to the door. "Take my fucking cock. I know you can."
He doesn't pause or slow down for even a second. I realize dimly that both of us forgot about using a condom, and I gasp as I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Condom…"
"I'll pull out." He lets out a ragged hiss between his teeth as he pounds into me. "Fuck, I've never fucked bare before…"
A jolt ripples down my spine, and I clench reflexively around him.
I should make him stop, make him get a condom, but God, his bare cock feels so fucking good, hot and hard and thrusting in me with wild abandon, and the idea that he's never been so overcome with anyone else that he's forgotten makes me wild with lust. I tighten around him again and again, feeling him flex and shudder against me as he slams his length into me, and the sounds of his pleasure mingling with mine are so raw and primal that I feel like an animal, mindless with need.
He nearly growls, nipping at my ear as he sinks into me again, shuddering. He feels so fucking good.
"Fuck—fuck, I—" He gasps, thrusting hard. "Fuck, we're going to do this again. Because I can't last, and I'm not fucking done with you, pretty girl."
With that, he pulls out and swings me down to the floor, putting me on my knees as if I'm something weightless to be manhandled, his hand fisting in my hair as he pushes his cock against my lips.
It's demanding and almost rude, how he nearly forces himself into my mouth, but I don't care.
I want him. I want to suck the cum out of him.
"I want it on me," I gasp, and his hips jerk, his eyes going almost black with lust. My lips part as he shoves his cock against them, and he buries himself in my throat, groaning as he clasps my head with both hands.
"I'm gonna fucking defile you," he growls, his cockhead choking me as he fucks my face. "Spoiled little brat. The only thing I want on you for the rest of the night is my fucking cum."
I've never let anyone talk to me like that in my life, but coming from him, right now, it turns me on more than I've ever been before.
He jerks his cock free, his hand wrapping around his shaft as he pants and groans, his other hand in my hair wrenching my head back as he starts to spurt all over my lips and chin and tongue.
"Fuck, you look so fucking pretty with my cum all over you," he rasps, pushing his cockhead against my lips as more spurts all over me. He strokes himself roughly, rubbing his cock over my lips and cheeks as he spreads his cum around, and then he pulls back, breathing hard.
"Fuck, I'm still fucking hard," he groans. "Fuck. Get on the bed."
I don't hesitate. I rise on weak legs, stumbling, and he grabs me halfway, tossing me onto the mattress on my back. He is still hard, his cock not even the slightest bit deflated, and I moan as I watch him prowl toward me.
"That's right." He fists it, staring down at my glistening skin, my naked body, my cum-drenched face. "Fucking prettiest sight I've ever seen. I'm gonna fuck you until neither of us can take it anymore."
We were both drunk last night, so we had an excuse, but tonight we're sober and he's still just as filthy and unhinged, and so am I.
It's like we do this to each other, make the other raw and hungry and uncaring about anything except pleasure and more, and I barely manage to gasp out, "Condom," before he thrusts into me again.
He looks like he doesn't want to, but he nods tightly, leaning down to grab his wallet. His cock is covered in his own cum now, and I can't risk it. The first time was dangerous enough, even if he pulled out in time.
He rips the foil free, rolls the condom on, and tears my thong off with one sharp tug. I gasp, the sound turning into a moan as he lines himself up and pushes inside in one hard thrust.
Fuck.
Even after the orgasms and one round, he still feels so big, stretching me, filling me completely, and for a moment, I can't breathe.
He doesn't give me time to adjust, either.
He pulls out and slams back in, setting a brutal pace that has me crying out with every thrust. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place, and I can already feel the bruises forming.
I love it. I love the way he's taking me, the way he's using me, the way he's making me feel like I'm his. I love that he doesn't care who I am or what might happen after this, only how much we want each other right now.
"Harder," I gasp, my nails raking down his back. "Fuck me harder."
He growls, his hands moving to my wrists, pinning them above my head just like he did against the door.
He leans down, his mouth finding my neck, and bites down hard enough to make me scream.
The pain mixes with the pleasure, sending me spiraling higher, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
"You like that?" he mutters against my skin. "You like it rough?"
"Yes," I moan. "Yes, fuck, yes—"
He bites me again, lower this time, on the curve of my shoulder, and I come again, my body clenching around him, my vision going white. He doesn't stop. He keeps fucking me through it, his pace relentless, and I'm sobbing now, overwhelmed by sensation, by the way he's making me feel.
"Turn over," he commands, pulling out suddenly.
I obey without thinking, rolling onto my stomach, and he grabs my hips, pulling me up onto my knees.
He enters me from behind in one hard thrust, and I cry out, my face pressed into the pillow, the cum still on my cheeks and lips wiping off on the fabric.
I feel filthy and used and like an absolute slut, and I love every second of it.
This is what I came here for, to release every inhibition, to do whatever the fuck I wanted for a little while, and that's exactly what's happening here.
This angle is deeper, more intense, and I can feel every inch of him as he pounds into me. His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, and I know I'm going to be covered in bruises tomorrow.
I don't care.
"Touch yourself," he orders, his voice strained. "I want to feel you come again."
I slide one hand between my legs, my fingers finding my clit, and the added stimulation is almost too much. I'm so sensitive, so overwhelmed, but I keep rubbing, keep chasing that pleasure. I want more, I want everything he can give me.
"That's it," he groans. "Fuck, you feel so good. So tight. So perfect."
I'm close again, so close, and when he leans down and bites the back of my neck, I shatter. The orgasm tears through me, more intense than the others, and I scream into the pillow, my body convulsing.
He pulls out again, flipping me onto my back, and I barely have time to catch my breath before he's inside me again. "I want to see your face when you come," he mutters, his eyes locked on mine.
He fucks me hard and fast, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading me wider, and I can feel another orgasm building already.
It's too much, too intense, but I can't stop it.
I arch my back as his thumb finds my clit, rolling hard against it, driving me into another orgasm that's almost too much.
His jaw is tense, his abdomen flexing as he drives into me again, and then I feel him throbbing as he comes a second time.
He pulls out of me, rips off the condom, and rolls onto his back on the bed, yanking me astride his face.
"Ride my face until I get hard again," he growls, his fingers sinking into my hips, and I obey.
I can't stop myself any more than he can seem to stop, and how feral this man is for me is making me feel wild. I want more, for as long as he does.
I ride his tongue, rocking my hips against it, the orgasms turning long and pulsing as he pushes two fingers into me, thrusting shallowly as I grind against his tongue.
The pleasure crests and falls in waves until he pulls his hand free, and I hear the rip of foil again before he picks me up and sets me on his thighs.
He's hard again, thick and stiff against his abdomen, and he rolls the condom on.
"Ride my cock," he orders, yanking me over it, and I gasp, trembling as I line him up and sink down onto his cock.