Chapter １９

My reasoning mind completely fades away, and the only things that are left in control of the situation are my base and animalistic impulses.

I returned Paul's thrust and imitated the movement of his hips as I did so. My cheeks are slapping his thighs, and the sound of skin rubbing against flesh is driving me completely insane. I'm breaking out in another round of perspiration as I continue to push my body beyond any and all limitations, oblivious to the tiredness that is working its way from my muscles down to my bones.

I clench my teeth and let out a loud breath as he spreads my cheeks apart with his hands. He then drags his index finger over my crack and presses it on my anus. I grit my teeth and exhale quickly. When I feel him going in, I let out a deep groan and he slides it in slowly but firmly. As I feel him going in, he glides it in.

His whole finger inside of me as he begins to fuck me even more furiously; I'm not even moving anymore; I'm just there taking it all in and trying not to pass out from the sheer amount of pleasure I'm experiencing.

“Paul …” I can't help but groan at the way his name rolls off my lips like the most delicious aphrodisiac. “Paul …. Don't stop! Stay on Your Feet! I yell as loud as I possibly can, even though the effort is causing my lungs to ache. I rush at him furiously, a thrill of excitement running up and down my spine as he freezes in place, his cock buried deep into me.

Despite the fact that my entire body was shaking, he slowly pulled his cock out between my labia. This caused me to shake even more with each inch that passed. As soon as he releases his grip on me, I immediately pass out on top of the mattress and my vision becomes completely opaque. I have to take a few slow, deep breaths in order to keep myself from passing out. I am trying very hard not to faint. Who would have thought that excessive levels of pleasure might cause one to black out? I didn't, but now that I do, I simply can't help but want to test the limits of what I'm capable of doing and see how far I can go. What more can I say than that I'm a lady who enjoys a good challenge?

As I stare into Paul's eyes while sitting on the edge of the bed with my knees wide apart and my breasts clutched, I turn to face him.

I taunt him by saying, “Don't tell me you're already weary,” while squeezing my right nipple between my thumb and index finger. “Don't tell me you're already sleepy.”

“By now, you ought to know me better,” he fires back, resting his palm on my knees and spreading my legs even wider apart. “You should know me better by now.”

As he draws near, he takes his shaft, directs it at my location, and swiftly thrusts without so much as giving me a chance to brace myself. It moves around smoothly inside of me since my pussy is used to bearing the thickness of his presence. As we continued to screw one another as he rubbed his body against mine, I could feel the pleasure spreading throughout all of my nerve ends. Christ, Paul has provided me with more pleasure in one hour than all other men have given me together over the whole of my life.

I bring my hands to his back and slowly lower them until they are resting on the contour of his buttocks. I grab his rear end and push him to pick up the pace while simultaneously thrusting my hips in his direction. He picks up on the hint in a reasonably short amount of time, his rhythm improving with each stroke. As he continued to fuck me, his lips moved over the curve of my right breast and he wrapped them around my nipple while excitedly sucking. As he continued to lean into me, he went for my breasts, putting his mouth square between them

as he continued.

As I give in to his body, I throw my head back and let out a tired groan. If the human body didn't have all of these ridiculous limits, I'd want to stay here, with Paul's cock buried deep inside of me for as long as possible. I mean, is there anything else in the whole world that could possibly top this? I really, very doubt that.

After letting go of my breast, he moved his lips to my neck and began nibbling at the tender flesh there. After that, he moved his mouth upward to my ear and continued his behavior.

While he has his hands on my hips, he murmurs, “I just can't get enough of this.” “I could fuck you like this forever,” he says, almost seeming as if he could understand my thoughts. “I could fuck you like this forever.”

I try to speak, but even opening my lips is futile; both my vocal chords and my brain are exhausted, and neither one is in a state where they can produce a logical statement. Thank goodness there is no time for discourse at this moment.

My throat is on fire from the effort, and I can't help but open my lips and scream as he takes me by the hair and jerks my head back with such force that I can't help but open my mouth and scream when he does it.

He is not showing any kind of compassion or grace while he is fucking me. He is demonstrating to me, in the manner of a savage beast, what a true man is capable of doing with the body of a woman. As I clench my teeth and sink my claws into his back, I mentally prepare myself for the impending storm.

I can already hear the rumble deep inside me, and I can see the flashes of lightning in the distance in my imagination. This time, I honestly do not know whether I will be able to handle this; I mean, how many times have I been here since I first arrived here? I'm very sure there are too many to count.