Chapter 35 #2
I could hear him gasping too, and the sound of him stroking himself faster made me open my eyes.
The minute I saw him standing at the edge of the bed, his rock-hard cock in his hand, as he looked at me with hooded eyes, made me lose control completely.
My hips shot upwards as my orgasm hit, and a rush of warmth flooded my pussy as I cried out and came on my fingers, squeezing them as my walls contracted hard.
“Fuck,” he moaned as he came too, spurting white ropes of cum all over his hand and the end of my bed. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.
I bit my lip, watching him milk his own orgasm as I pressed my hand against my pussy and clit, and savoured every last drop of mine.
My pussy was soaked, swollen and sensitive as hell, but when he dropped his head and stared at me under his lashes and asked, “Do you want to feel what’s it like to be fucked by a magic cross?” all I could do was nod, as my mind screamed, do it, fuck me as hard as you can.
He climbed onto the bed, crawling towards me like a predator. I gave a barely audible squeal as he grabbed my knees and pulled me down, so I lay flat on my back. Then he pushed my legs even further apart and leaned down. His face hovered between my legs, and I peered down at him as he made me wait.
“I know you’re going to taste fucking delicious,” he teased as his warm breath tickled my hot skin.
“Taste me then,” I begged, and he smirked.
“You didn’t say please.”
“Please,” I gasped, and before I’d even had chance to take my next breath, he pushed his mouth against my clit and started to lick, stroking me in slow, painfully torturous curls with his tongue.
I threw my head back and moaned out loud. I had to. It felt too good.
Over and over, he licked, stroking my clit and sucking it into his mouth, making my walls clench and my pussy throb.
I panted each breath, struggling to breathe as he sucked me, his warm mouth coaxing sensations stronger than I’d ever felt before from my body.
The sparks were more intense, the contractions building inside made my legs shake, and I gripped the bed linen in my fists as I rocked my hips against his face.
He moaned and gripped my thighs as he tasted and teased me. Then, when I was just about to come, he moved his mouth away from my clit, breathed a gentle blow onto my hot, throbbing skin, and then he speared his tongue and pushed it deep into my pussy.
The sensation of his mouth, his chin, his whole face pressed hard between my legs as his tongue licked and stroked my walls was all too much, and I cried out as my hips jerked, and my fists almost ripped into the fabric of the bed linen I was anchored to.
I came hard on his face, my walls clenching tightly as they went into spasm, contracting against the softness of his tongue. And he kept fucking me, licking, sucking every last drop of my orgasm as my body shook with pleasure.
My pussy was still throbbing as he pulled back, his face glistening with my cum as he knelt between my legs and took his cock in his hand.
“That was fucking delicious, but now I want to feel that tight pussy around my cock,” he moaned as he pushed his cock against my entrance.
Then, he slid it up towards my clit, massaging the piercings over it in a slow, circular motion. I circled my hips slowly too, loving the feel of the metal against my ridiculously sensitive nerves, knowing that if he kept this up, I would be coming again very soon.
“That’s it,” he said, his eyes on his cock, and where he was pleasuring me. “Ride my cock like the good girl I know you can be for me, Little Killer.” And I bit my lip, chasing the high he was creating all over again.
“I’m gonna come,” I said as the metal piercings stimulated my clit in the most sublime way. I couldn’t get enough.
I begged him to keep going. I never wanted him to stop. And then I started to pulse again, my pussy flooding with warmth as my walls crashed into another blissfully hard and intense orgasm.
“Oh yes,” I moaned, as he slid his cock over my clit, rubbing me as the waves became more powerful, more electrically charged. “Please don’t stop.”
“I love it when you beg,” he whisper-growled, and I knew I’d beg for everything from him if this was how he made me feel.
As my rocking hips slowed down, he flipped the switch, lifting my legs and pushing them up, opening my pussy wider for him. I held the backs of my knees up and watched as he moved his cock from my clit to my entrance.
Slowly, he started to push inside me, and the way he stretched my walls made me cry out. The piercings felt amazing, stroking my walls as he thrust further into me. The way he was entering me was painfully slow, so slow I found myself begging him, “More. Please.”
He knew what I wanted, but I think he liked torturing me too.
“More of what?” he asked, pushing himself into me until he was balls deep. Then he stopped.
I swallowed, adjusting to his size and the way the piercings touched my sensitive flesh. And then I told him, “Just fuck me. Please.”
He didn’t need telling twice. He pulled his cock out and then started to thrust into me, making my body jolt on the bed as each thrust became harder and faster.
I put my arms up to hold the headboard and brace myself, and he fucked me hard, slamming his hips into mine, bruising me, punishing me, fucking me like he needed to do it as hard and fast as he could or he’d lose his damn mind.
His jaw was clenched, his breaths ragged, and his fingers gripped my thighs so tightly I knew he’d leave marks, but I didn’t care.
“So fucking tight,” he hissed, as his punishing thrusts made the headboard bang on the wall and the bed creak from the effort.
Every thrust sent me spiralling, hurtling towards the mother of all orgasms. My walls gripped him tightly as his pierced cock massaged me in a way that sparked pure ecstasy.
I was about to enter another plane of hedonistic pleasure.
One I never even knew existed, and my body could barely handle the intensity.
His thrusts became more erratic as he rutted into me, and I knew he was close too.
“Come on, Little Killer,” he grunted. “Come on my cock like a good girl.” And I did, pulsing so hard I almost blacked out as my back arched off the bed and every one of my muscles locked.
My pussy squeezed his cock hard as my walls contracted around him, and I felt him thicken inside me as he came too, coating me with his cum, giving me everything he had to give.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he cried as he kept rutting into me, his cock pulsing and throbbing.
We rode our orgasms, cries of pleasure filling the air as we both grunted, moaned and panted.
Eventually, the fireworks became sparks, and then as they ebbed away, leaving us sated and spent, Isaiah lay down next to me and pulled me into his arms.
We didn’t speak for a while. I don’t think either of us could find the words. Eventually, I said, “I didn’t expect my night to end like this.”
“You and me both, Little Killer,” he groaned quietly in my ear. “You and me both.”