15. Maggie #2
Opening wide, I suck him in, closing my lips around the head of his cock. He’s hot and heavy on my tongue, the skin silky smooth. I sink down, taking him inch by inch, relaxing my throat to accommodate his massive size. The taste of him makes my pussy clench around his tongue.
He doesn’t let up. He eats me with a ferocity that borders on violence, his hands gripping my ass cheeks hard enough to bruise, spreading me open to his onslaught.
His tongue swirls around my clit, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves rapidly, before plunging back into my pussy.
I’m grinding down on his face now, lost in the rhythm, chasing the friction while trying to focus on the cock in my mouth.
I hollow my cheeks to create suction and bob my head.
I go deep, feeling him hit the back of my throat, suppressing the gag reflex to swallow around him.
I can hear the wet, sloppy sounds of my mouth working him, mixing with the lewd squelching of his mouth on my pussy.
I pull up until just the tip is trapped between my lips, swirling my tongue around the slit, tasting the salty bead of moisture gathering there, then slam back down, taking him to the hilt.
His response is immediate. He growls into my folds, the sound muffled but potent, and I feel the tip of his thick finger press against my puckered hole. He pushes it into my ass, stretching me open.
“Mmmph,” I moan around his shaft, the vibration stimulating him.
He moans against my pussy, driving his finger into my ass at a pace that makes me shake. His tongue plunges in and out of my pussy at the same time, alternating between fucking me and sucking my clit.
I match his pace, moving my mouth faster on his cock. My tongue twists and slides over the shaft, and I keep sucking and slurping until I hear him groan.
My heart is pounding, and so is my pussy.
It’s too much sensation. I can feel the pressure building quickly in my belly, heat pooling low and building steadily with every push of his finger and every lap of his tongue.
Each time I swallow his cock, he thrusts his finger deeper into my ass.
Pulling his tongue out of my pussy he clamps down on my clit, sucking hard and biting down gently with his teeth.
My orgasm tears through me, violent and all-consuming.
I cry out, his cock muffling the sound into a choked gurgle.
My pussy convulses around his mouth, and my ass grips his finger as the pleasure washes over me in sharp, jagged peaks.
My hips jerk uncontrollably, smearing my wetness over his chin and nose.
I lose control of my movements, my head falling forward, taking him deep into my throat and holding him there as my body spasms. Waves of ecstasy roll through me, starting from my core and radiating out to my fingertips and toes.
I see stars behind my eyes, bright and exploding, drowning out everything except the feeling of his mouth and his finger in my ass.
He doesn’t stop. He rides me through it, his tongue lapping at the fresh flood of cum, his finger pumping relentlessly in my ass, drawing out every last shock of pleasure until I’m a boneless, gasping wreck on top of him.
“I need to be inside you,” he growls.
I lift my head, releasing his cock, trying to catch my breath, but Alexei doesn't give me much time.
His hands slide beneath my hips, and before I know what's happening, he's lifting me off him, turning me around, and lowering me onto the mattress beneath him.
I land on my back with a soft thud, my hair fanning out wildly around me.
He follows me down, caging me between his arms, and the look on his face steals whatever breath I had managed to recover.
He sinks his cock into me in one long, slow thrust, stretching me open and filling me completely. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he buries himself to the hilt.
He fucks me with a deliberate, agonizing slowness at first, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in.
Every thrust hits the deepest part of me, stoking the fire he started.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing him deeper.
The friction is incredible, the drag of his cock against my inner walls sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my nervous system.
“Alexei,” I gasp, his name a prayer on my lips.
“I've got you,” he murmurs, the words a low rumble that vibrates through my chest. His eyes never leave mine, pinning me in place more effectively than his body ever could. They’re dark with lust, but there’s also a fierce intensity that makes my heart stutter.
He watches every trace of pleasure on my face, cataloging my reactions as he continues that maddening, slow glide, owning me completely.
He finally picks up the pace, his hips snapping against mine, an unyielding rhythm that sends shockwaves rippling through me down to my toes.
He leans down, capturing a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard.
Then he nuzzles my neck and presses a kiss to my throat.
I arch my back, making his cock slide deeper inside me.
A groan rips from his throat as my pussy clenches around his cock.
I lift my hips to meet every thrust of his.
I can feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, matching mine.
His movements become faster and harder, pounding into me as he brings me to the edge of my orgasm.
He shifts his angle slightly, grinding his pelvis against my clit on the downstroke, and the sensation whites out my vision.