Chapter １７

Paul places both of his hands on my head, and while doing so, he hooks his fingers into the hair on the back of my neck and pulls me closer to him. As soon as he guides me toward his cock, I instantly open my mouth as wide as it will go and allow him direct me there. As soon as my lips are on him once again, I begin to Vincent my head back and forth while sucking on him as hard as I possibly can. I start by wrapping my fingers around the root of his member, and then I begin moving my hand in sync with the motions of my head, stroking and sucking in a motion that is similar to coming and going. I get started slowly, but it doesn't take him long to encourage me to pick up the pace; the mild pressure that his fingers exert on my head is all the guidance I need at that point.

Even though I'm moving as quickly as I possibly can, I have to pause for a few seconds so that I can regain my breath. I raise my head to look at him, and my chest begins to flutter as I see that he has his eyes closed and is taking pleasure in having my tongue on him.

When I'm done stroking him quickly, I tilt my head to the side and lick the entire length of his shaft, moving down toward his balls.

When I get to his balls, I open my mouth wide and suck in one ball, rolling it over my tongue, and then I do the same thing with the other ball. After that, I repeat the process with the other ball. They are warm and heavy, and each one contains a seed that I can't wait to spread all over my body when I eat it.

I've never been one to engage in full-blown kink, but for some reason, that seems to be the expectation when I'm with Paul. And I just like it; the filthier and more depraved it is, the better. Simply put, he gives me a sensation that is unlike anything I have ever felt before...

I had no idea that sex could ever be this enjoyable. I will also tell you that I have always been able to attract the attention of older, more attractive guys. It's true that my jerk of an ex wasn't anything to write home about, but before I met Paul, I never really had a cause to complain about anybody or anything. In a way, he destroyed me for relationships with other guys. And I think that's wonderful.

After putting my lips on his shaft and running them all the way up to his tip, I take his cock back inside of me and do it all over again. My head is bobbing as quickly as it can, and I don't stop until I hear his heavy breathing and feel his fingers digging into my hair like claws. If he hadn't had other intentions, I would have gone all the way and let him stuff his come into my mouth, but he has other ideas. He removes his cock from my mouth and, while maintaining that sly smirk on his lips, kneels down in front of me while staring me down.

He puts his hands on my shoulders, which causes me to fall on the ground, and then he climbs on top of me. I instinctively spread my legs, and he grabs my labia with his cock and begins rubbing the tip of it on my labia. I make an effort to get him inside me by pushing against him, but he is patient and takes his time. He doesn't stop doing it; he just keeps rubbing his glans back and forth over my labia, and each time he does it, he presses forward an additional inch.

“Please, Paul …” The words came out of my mouth as I put my hands on his shoulders and attempted to draw him closer.

This time, he does not respond with resistance to my entreaties. My mouth opened wide as I let out a loud scream in response to his push, which resulted in his cock penetrating me in a fraction of a second. Before I can even begin to comprehend what is taking place, he begins to push fiercely, his cock moving in and out of me like a piston.

I lock him in place by crossing my legs behind his back and preventing him from moving as he thrusts. My hands are now on his chest, and my fingernails are driving into his pectorals while his body writhes in response to my pressure.

“Harder,” I tell him, not being entirely confident that I will be able to withstand it. But he continues to push harder, thrusting his hips at such a rapid pace that a wild numbness spreads from my pussy all the way to the rest of my limbs.

While he fucks me, I lie back and imagine my pussy turning like a vice and clamping down on his cock. My chest is heaving so hard it seems like I'm going to pass out, and my back is arched while the rest of my body tenses up. “Don't… stop!” I yell as pyrotechnics go out in my thoughts simultaneously with my approach. He continues pushing his way through my climax, and despite the fact that my fingers are clawing at his chest, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of relief.

I'm shrieking like a madwoman and swinging my limbs as if I were having an epileptic fit right now. In spite of this, he doesn't let up; instead, he somehow begins going even quicker, which prevents my orgasm from returning to wherever it came from. Instead, he keeps it alive within my muscles, fucking me till I have to scream again despite the fact that there is another explosion going place inside of my skull. I am here for the second time in a row, which is the first time in my whole life that this has ever occurred. Orgasms back-to-back in the span of a few beats of the heart? I was under the impression that anything like that could only occur in fiction!