by Alexis Angel
“Delicious,” he tells me with a grin, his hand once again sliding to between my legs and finding my wet folds. “I want to taste more of that,” he continues, brushing his fingers up and down my labia. He starts to circle my clitoris with his index finger, tracing a path around it and then pressing down as I arch my back, my body fully knowing that I won’t leave this room before I’m utterly and completely spent.
I start to move my hips, lifting my ass up from the mattress as I push my pussy against his hand. He reacts by letting go of my clit—turning his wrist around, he hurriedly slides his index and middle finger inside of me. Moving both fingers back and forth, he guides his free hand to my waist, sliding it under my blouse and making the hike up to my breasts; his fingers curl around my right breast and he starts to pull on the cup of my bra. As my hard nipple pops out, he grabs it in a heartbeat, caressing and pressing it between his fingers.
My hands move as if they have a consciousness of their own, and I grab my blouse by the hemline. Sitting up awkwardly, I pull it over my head and throw it to the side, Arsen’s eyes honing on my chest’s naked skin. Before I can lie back again, his hand goes to my back and he unclasps my bra with a masterful flick of his fingers, pushing the straps down my shoulders. Biting my lower lip, I push the bra down my arms, letting it fall on the bed as Arsen’s hand cups my breasts eagerly, moving from one to the other, his fingers squeezing my fleshy curves harshly.
“We’re just warming up,” he tells me as he starts fingering me harder, flicking his wrist so fast that I already feel my insides start to clench.
“I love to warm up,” I grin at him, once again biting on my lip as I slide one hand down my stomach and press on my clit with two fingers. I start to rub myself as he fingers me, electricity pooling in my muscles.
My eyes start to close as I feel all that electricity aching to be set free, and my fingers move even faster over my clit. Feeling me near to pleasure’s peak, Arsen slides his fingers deeper in me, hooking them upward and pressing against my G-spot. I arch my back, my own fingers flying over my clit as sparks of ecstasy explode inside of me. I breathe out deeply, a quivering moan tumbling out of my lips the moment I open my mouth.
“Oh, God…” I whisper, Arsen’s fingers starting to move once more. He doesn’t let me recover from my first orgasm, but by now I’m already used to it - besides, why would I want to rest? Even though we now have the rest of our lives to explore each others bodies, I don’t want to waste one single minute.
I reach for his crotch again, my hand massaging his cock before I focus on his belt; I unbuckle it as fast as I can and then I unbutton his pants, my brain trying hard to focus on the task at hand. The moment the last button comes undone his cock pushes against my hand, tenting his boxer briefs; I just hook my fingers on his underwear, pushing both his pants and boxers down to his knees. He kicks off his shoes in a hurry and I do the rest, pushing all the fabric down his legs and onto the floor.
I grin wildly, his fingers never easing up. Wanting to see his naked body in all its glory, I reach for the collar of his shirt and I start unbuttoning it as fast as I can, my eyes hungrily travelling down his chest as it comes into sight. It doesn’t take long for me to be entranced by his rock hard abs, each muscle of his like a perfect monument to manhood.
My elbows on the mattress, I sit up on the bed and reach for his cock. I curl my fingers tightly around his shaft and I start to stroke it, matching the rhythm of his own fingers. I lean in, my lips parting as I move toward his cock; I want to feel him inside my mouth, his member pulsing against my tongue as it rolls over my lips. I’m almost there when he grabs me by the air, stopping me just one inch away from his glans.
“Who told you to do that?” He asks me with a smirk, slowly taking his fingers out of my pussy. “I didn’t tell you I wanted my cock sucked, did I?”
“No, sir,” I mutter, my eyes hesitantly going from his cock to his face. I know what he’s doing, and it’s driving me completely crazy. He knows that I want to feel him, so he’s just torturing me with pent-up anticipation.
“That’s right,” he grins, slightly easing the pressure of his fingers on my hair. I let my head go forward by instinct, and he just grabs me harshly again. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”
“I… I can’t. I want it so much,” I tell him, licking my lips as I imagine my tongue running down his shaft. God, I want to taste him so damn much.
“Then you’ll have t o wait. Because I want to taste you first.” He pushes me back on top of the mattress then, not saying one more word. His fingers on the hem of my skirt, he pushes it down my legs furiously, flinging it to some faraway corner of the room. He leans into me then, his hungry lips laying hurried kisses down my neck and into my breasts. Kissing the curve of my right breast, he sucks my nipple inside his mouth, twirling his tongue around it as he squeezes my other breast. He doesn’t linger there, though: in a few seconds he’s kissing down my stomach and over my navel, only stopping his descent when his lips find my wet folds.
My hands dart to his head, and this time I’m the one yanking on his hair. As I hold his head, I thrust upward, pressing my pussy against his mouth. He obliges to my desires willingly: opening his mouth as wide as possible, he sucks on my labia, running his tongue all over the length of my pussy. Up and down he goes, the pendulum motion of his tongue forcing me to close my eyes as my heart pounds against my eardrums. I sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my drenched pussy all over his face as he keeps licking me.
I gasp as he flicks his tongue against my clitoris, brushing two of his fingers over my labia. In the blink of an eye, he slides them inside me, curling them upwards until they meet my G-spot once again. He knows every secret little spot—in and out of my body—and he isn’t afraid to go after them.
My hands run through his hair as he devours me, his tongue lapping at my clitoris so intensely my muscles start to burn, the hellfire of pleasure waking up inside of me. The flames of ecstasy rage harder as he places his hands on the back of my knees and forces my legs up, angling them so that he can ravage my pussy completely, it doesn’t take long for my muscles to start twitching menacingly. I’m going to come again, and it’s going to happen soon.
My fingers are like thorns on his hair but he doesn’t complain: he just sucks as hard as possible, keeping his fingers pressed tightly against my G-spot. I grit my teeth and breath out through them, my muscles tensing up and down in a fraction of a second. I close my eyes and moan, thrusting as hard as I can against his mouth while a violent orgasm rages through me, endorphins overloading my nerve endings.
“I want you… in my mouth,” I manage to say, looking down at Arsen. He’s still between my thighs, holding my legs up. “I want you in my mouth,” I repeat as he lowers my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. Slowly, he pulls back from my pussy, my juices dripping down his chin.
“How bad do you want it? How bad do you want my cock inside that little mouth of yours, Ash?” He’s getting up now, climbing up on top of me. With each of his knees by my side, he kneels over me, grabbing his cock and pointing it toward my mouth; it’s just a few inches away so I crane my neck, trying to reach for it.
“Bad. I want it bad,” I mutter. Taking pity on me, he brushes his glans against my lips, moving it from side to side as I open my mouth slightly. Patiently, he allows his shaft to slide inside of me, the salty taste of his precum flooding me. With his hands on my hair once again, he guides the movements of my head, making me go back and forth over his throbbing member. I keep doing it until the muscles in my neck start to hurt, and then he takes the lead: keeping my head in place he starts to thrust, his shaft going in and out of me at a breakneck speed. I moan as he fucks my mouth, the sound of it travelling up my throat and vibrating through his cock.
Then, no warning at all, he stops and pulls his cock out of my mouth. Without a word, he rolls to the side and lays his back on the mattress.
“Let’s make this more interesting,” he says, tha
t contagious grin of his making my pulse quicken. He doesn’t even need to explain, I just know what he wants me to do. Moving fast, I sit up and turn around, my ass to him; I open my legs and move toward him, placing my knees on the side of his head. I ease myself down, his mouth once more on my pussy as I lean forward, grabbing his cock by the root. Pointing his shaft upward, I open my mouth and let it roll over my lips.
My hips are being guided by unconscious desire, the strings of sinful pleasure working me like a puppet. I rub my pussy against his mouth as I suck on him, and we pleasure each other like that for God knows how long, the notion of time just an abstract concept now. Seconds stretch into minutes, and minutes seem like a whole eternity - all that matters right now is the way he’s pushing his tongue past my labia, and the way his thickness pulses against my tongue. I could say that there’s nothing better than having in my mouth, but I just can’t ignore the fact that it feels much better when it’s buried deep inside my pussy.
Riding his face, I only stop when my pussy starts to tighten up, waves of pleasure crash against the edges of my mind and, before I know it, I’m coming again. We haven’t even started fucking and I’m already coming for the third time. If the Olympics of Sex were a thing, Arsen and I would be gold medalists; I have no doubt about it.
I pull his cock out of my mouth, a deep moan bouncing off the walls the moment his tip pops out. My eyes roll in their orbits, static electricity running under my skin as every single muscle in my body twitches and trembles.
Sighing deeply, I roll to the side, my arms sprawled as I lay on the mattress by his side. I look at him, grinning, and press my mouth against his; he pushes his tongue past my lips and I taste my pussy’s juices in him, their flavor giving me renewed energy. I bite my lower lip and sit up on the bed, once again climbing on top of him. Straddling him, I point his cock toward my pussy and ease myself down; but before I can guide his length home, he grabs me by the waist, stopping me from doing it.
“No,” he says sternly, an expression of mischievousness on his face. “You didn’t beg for it…” He teases me, holding me tightly. I try to fight against his hold, but it’s useless. There’s no way I’m going to feel his cock on me unless he hears me begging.
“Please, Arsen. Please,” I whisper, still trying to ease myself down on him.
“That doesn’t sound very sincere, Ash. Try harder,” he says with a grin, not letting go.
“Please, please. I need you to fuck me… I need to feel your cock inside of me. I’ll do anything.” The words fall out from my lips easily, each one of them brimming with true desperation.
“That’s more like it,” he smiles, taking his hands out of my waist. I go down immediately, his cock burying itself in me to the hilt as a shrill scream leaves my lips. Gosh, there’s truly no better thing in the world than having a cock like Arsen’s straining against my inner walls, his veiny shaft ramming me hard.
When all his cock is inside of me I start to sway my hips, rocking my body back and forth as I lean forward and place my hands over his chest. I curl my fingers, my fingernails digging into his chest, but he doesn't’ even register it; he simply bucks his hips at me, forcing me to stop moving as his thrusts grow harder and more violent. I just close my eyes and surrender to him, letting him fuck me with the ferocity of a man that demands nothing less than the whole world.
“Oh, God,” I sigh, his shaft burning its way through my pussy. Pleasure stabs at my mind, poking holes in it as my hormones get thrown into disarray. My pussy tightens around his cock like a murderous vice and I claw at his chest, coming so hard I half-expect my heart to simply burst.
I’m still trying to catch my breath when he sits up, his cock still in me. His eyes lock on mine, and leaning forward, he whispers into my ear.
“It’s time we get started.” His words make my heart feel tight inside my chest, the anxiety of anticipation washing over me. Get started? What does he mean by that? God, I’ve already came four times and only now is he talking about getting started?
He cuts my line of questioning short, placing his hands on my ass and going up on his feet. Moving fast, I lace my legs on his lower back, my arms going over his shoulders. He takes one step forward and pins me against the wall, immediately starting to trust as fast as he can. His cock pierces me so violently that our bodies are rocking back and forth against the wall, my back hitting it and making a loud hollow sound with each of his thrusts. The paintings on the wall start to waggle, threatening to crash on the floor, but we’re way past caring, in fact, we go even harder. One of the paintings crashes onto the floor, the glass shattering with a sudden loud sound; a few heartbeats after that, the second painting comes down, the glass miraculously surviving this time.
With a lustful growl Arsen starts kissing my neck and, pulling away from the wall and still holding me, takes two steps toward the small table on the corner of the room. With just one hand on my ass he uses the other one to throw everything on top of the table to the floor. A lamp, the phone, a bunch of newspapers, you name it—it all comes crashing down in an instant. The tabletop clear, he sits me on the edge, his rhythm building up again.
We kiss, our tongues wrestling against one another as we let desire consume us. We’re tearing the whole place apart and I’m screaming my head off. I start wondering if everyone on this floor can hear the ruckus we’re causing and, as a response, the phone Arsen just threw on the floor starts to ring. He simply ignores it, working his cock into me with the fury of an insatiable man. The annoying sound of the phone fills the whole room for what seems like an eternity, and I pull back from Arsen’s kiss, looking him in the eyes and then nodding at the phone.
Sighing, he slowly pulls his cock out of me and bends over, picking the phone from the floor. He presses the green button and takes it to his ear, his eyes still locked on mine.
“Yes?”
“Mr. Hawke,” starts the voice on the other sound of the line, an hint of hesitation in it. “Is everything alright?”
“Oh, everything’s perfect. Thank you. But I’m busy right now so --”
“Well, sir, that’s exactly why I’m calling your room. I’m sorry for disturbing you but I guess that, uh, you being busy is somewhat noticeable. We have been getting some calls from our other clients and they’re… Well, they’re complaining about the noise, sir.”
“Noise? What noise?” Arsen asks, smirking at me.
“Well, I’m sure it’s nothing, sir,” the man obviously lies, trying his best to be professional while making sure his rich troublemaker client doesn’t get offended. “Just… Uh, make sure you don’t make too much noise.”
“Sure, thank you,” Arsen responds, ready to throw the phone on the ground again.
“Uh. And have fun, sir,” the man finally adds, this time his voice with an edge of genuinity to it, if not a bit of jealousy as well.
Arsen ends the call and winks at me devilishly.
“He’s right, you know? We’re going to have fun.” No more words from him, he pushes his cock inside my pussy again, thrusting furiously as if we had never stopped. He pounds me mercilessly, my hands running up and down his back until I finally place them over his firm buttocks, urging him to keep up the rhythm. And that’s exactly what he does; he keeps the pace until my moans turn into an all-out scream, all the “keep quiet” admonishments from the hotel manager long forgotten. Who cares about a little noise when I’m having the time of my life right now?
I scream so hard my throat burns, my mind exploding as I come. My hands run erratically all over his body as a violent shiver goes up my spine, the pleasure of climax infecting even my soul.
“More,” I pant, my body still reeling from the orgasm. Arsen pulls his cock out of me, and moving as fast as my buckling knees allow me to, I climb down from the table and move up to the wall, turning my back to Arsen and placing both my hands at shoulder-height. I jut my ass back and not a second after he smacks my buttocks hard with the back of his hand. He does it again and again
, my ass cheeks burning. Well, this is going to leave a mark.
Arsen grabs me by the waist and, with one simple thrust, he starts fucking me again, pistoning into me as if we only had minutes to live. I move my hips back against him, trying to match his rhythm; even though it’s impossible to do so, this time I don’t quit. I do my best to keep moving, my ass slapping against his thighs as the sound of flesh on flesh blends with my moans.
“Don’t stop…” I mutter. I can’t even hear myself say it, the sound of our bodies collapsing against one another drowning out the sound of my voice. “DON’T STOP!” I scream at the top of my lungs. Arsen doesn’t need my directions, but it just feels good to say it out loud. “Don’t stop,” I repeat a third time, the words only a whisper now. But it’s all it takes for me to come again, the fires of hell racing through my veins as they scorch every single one of my nerve endings.
Even though I’m coming my brains out, I keep pushing my hips back at him, eager to drive him to the edge of insanity. Maybe it’s the way I’m screaming, or maybe it has to do with how I keep thrusting back at him, but Arsen’s cock starts to spasm violently inside of me almost immediately.
“Cum inside of me,” I hear myself saying, his member pulsing with a vengeance as it sprays my insides with his warm cum. I stop moving now, allowing him to empty his whole load - it takes forever, his cock spasming and throbbing as an endless fountain of semen fills me up to the brim. His juices start dripping down my thighs, thick strands of it going down my legs. And still he keeps going.
I grit my teeth and move as fast as I can, taking his cock out of me and turning toward him as thick strands of cum fly everywhere. I go down to my knees in the blink of an eye, grabbing his cock and aiming it at my face - just a few seconds after that and my face is coated in his fluids, thick ropes of it on my tongue and lips. I jerk him off, moving my hand back and forth as I drain of every single drop he holds inside of him.