25. Casper #2
My cock quickly replaces my hand, and I force it deep, past her gag flex and down her throat.
She coughs and gags around me, and I rear back only enough for her to catch her breath before I ease back in, making sure she’s adjusted until I roll my hips back and drive forward, her tight throat so perfect.
But not quite as perfect as this. Sliding my hands down her body, I palm the insides of her thighs, pushing them as far as they’ll go. Lightly, I slap my fingers against her lacy panties, and she bucks, her throat opening more for me, and I take full advantage.
The air is thick, electric with the chemistry between us. It’s intoxicating, she’s intoxicating, and I’ll forever be drunk on her love.
She retches, gagging hard as her body flails, and I ease back, all the way until my dick bobs and she gasps for air. I can’t wait another fucking second. I need to be inside of her, stretching her pussy rough and fast.
Lifting her back until she’s sitting up, I spin her ninety degrees and shove her down, her face hitting the comforter as I kneel on the bed behind her. “Back your ass up.”
I bring my hand down at the same time she arches her back against my dick.
“Ahh!” she cries out, the sound muffled.
Her arch deepens, and I give her another slap like the greedy girl she is. And another and another, until my handprint is outlined on her skin and she’s panting, her head turned to the side.
“Please,” she whines, wiggling her hips. “Please!”
“Begging? God, you know just what I love to fucking hear, don’t you? You want my cock?” I rip her panties to the side as she nods. “Answer me.”
“Yes, ple—”
I drive into her, every inch sinking into her pussy until my balls slap against her clit.
The moment I fill her to the brim, I’m a man unhinged.
I can’t control myself, my grunts, my hands digging into her hips, or the way I fuck her like I hate her.
Rough, unyielding, and she’s a soaking mess beneath me, taking it all.
I want more, to push her further out of her comfort zone as I pound into her. My hands grab my sweatshirt and peel it off my body, leaving my mask behind. Then I spot just the thing. The best part of it all is that she’s the one who put them out.
But first, I need to warm her up. An orgasm or two while I test the waters. She’s not far from her first.
Wrapping my arm around her hips, I find her clit with my fingers, massaging it in tortuous circles as she cries out, her moans erratic as her core tightens around me.
“Oh my God,” she whines, vibrating beneath me.
Sealing my lips against her back, I press them, once, twice. “Trust me, we’re just getting started.”
That’s all it takes, and she’s screaming, coming undone around me, clenching in long successions. I don’t give her time to come down from her high. I’m meeting her there.
Sitting up, I line my thumb up over her puckering ass as I rear my hips back until only my tip remains and thrust forward, feeling her walls still pulsing around me.
“We’re trying something. You’ll like it, I promise. Do you trust me?”
With my thumb still massaging her ass, she nods, and I could come right fucking now just from watching her give herself up to me completely.
She’s a panting, breathy, beautiful mess as I wet my thumb and press back over the entrance, continuing to rail my cock into her.
“You’ve gotta relax, baby. Let me in,” I coax her.
Her body obeys, granting just enough ease for me to sink inside. She gasps loudly, but not from pain, rather surprise.
I make tiniest movements and swirls with my thumb, and she gradually softens, melting deeper into the bed. I ease my thumb past the knuckle, and she explodes around me again, her cries dragging from her mouth.
“Oh fuuuck.”
Retracting my thumb, I reach for the burning candle in the candelabra. She watches me out of the corner of her eye, curious and cautious.
In a quick exhale, I extinguish the flame and tip the candle over her back, letting the wax drip onto her skin. She bucks beneath me, my cock still impaled inside her.
“Oh my fucking God.”
I spit down onto the end of the candle, coating it generously. “You’re just taking the tip. That’s it. As much as you can handle and then a little bit more.”
“Oh, please. Yes,” she whimpers.
I pulse inside of her, a thousand delicious sounds leaving her in response, filling the dim-lit room.
Swirling the end of the candle, barely thicker than my thumb, over the entrance, I pull my dick back to the tip, wanting to give her both at the same time.
“Three, two—” I thrust forward, slamming into her before she clenches in anticipation and simultaneously sinking the candle two inches into her tight ass.
“Ahh!” she cries out, her voice almost unrecognizable before fading into breathy moans.
My hand pumps the candle base back and forth as I fill her up, over and over. She’s incoherent in seconds, her body only held up by my left hand glued to her hip.
“I can’t—it’s too much.”
“Oh, yes, you fucking can. And you will.”
My thrusts are long and full, and I angle my hips, grinding harder against her G-spot. That’s all it takes to ruin her completely, and tears of pleasure flow down her cheeks as she levitates off the bed.
Her body erupts around me in quaking beats, and I’m right behind her, riding her orgasm out as I spill inside her in spasmatic pulses, whimpering her fucking name, “Mona, fuuuck.”
Every drop of cum, of sweat, of tears soaks the bed by the time we’re done, not a sliver of energy remaining. I stay buried in her as I undo the cuffs, gently rubbing the ache away from her wrists.
Slowly, I ease out of her, both of us gasping from the otherworldly sensations.
“That, umm …” she hums, her face scorched red as she pushes to her knees and slides off the bed, standing on wobbly legs. “It was insane.”
I freeze, waiting for her to finish.
“In the best way.”
“Good.” Relief floods me as I lift the mask, tossing it onto the bed. I grab my sweatshirt and wipe myself off before leaning down and stealing a kiss. “Come on. I have another surprise.”
She chuckles. “Do you want to wait until your cum is done trickling down my thighs or …”
I scoff. “Definitely or.”
Rolling her eyes, she yanks the sweatshirt from me and tucks it in her arm. “I’m going to need to sit on something in the car.”
“Ready for bed already? I must’ve really tuckered you out.” I drag my pants up my legs and swipe my mask from the bed as I follow behind her.