by Alexis Angel
For a long second, he says nothing. I close my eyes as I feel him appreciating my body, the air around both of us becoming heavier and charged with electricity. I can almost feel the desperate need he has to see me taking my thong off - and still he waits, letting the fire of anticipation rage in both our bodies.
“You look so fucking perfect,” he says, moving fast toward me and pressing his body against mine. Before I even know what I’m doing, I climb on his lap and sit on his legs, my back turned to him. With my ass pressing down on his cock, I sigh deeply as I feel his thick shape straining against his pants, pulsing with desire and lust. He laces my waist, pressing his forearm over my stomach as he pulls me into him, bucking his hips at me at the same time.
I sway my hips from side to side, the bulging in his pants pushing against my ass cheeks as I move. Liam runs his free hand up and down my side, his long fingers only stopping when they meet the small string of fabric that delineates my thigh - he hooks them there, on my thong, and pulls viciously. Just one pull and he tears my thong apart, the fabric sliding off my body in such a hurried way that I can’t help but gasp.
His lips are on my neck as I grind my ass against his cock, everything in me burning with a frantic desire to get him out of his clothes. I reach behind my back, wanting to place my hand over his crotch, but once again he grabs my wrist, pinning my whole arm behind my back.
“You want it that much?” He asks me while I try and fight back against the hold he has on me. It’s impossible: he’s simply too strong.
“I do,” I respond, leaning forward and sighing heavily as my breathing grows heavier.
“Then get on your knees,” he whispers softly, opening his legs wide. Without saying a word, I slide down from his lap until I’m kneeling between his legs, the thick shape of his cock right in front of my face. “How bad do you want it?”
“I want it bad,” I say, my voice quivering as he starts to unbuckle his belt. I can’t even blink, my eyes glued to what’s happening in front of me. With slow teasing movements he takes the belt out from his pants and throws it on the floor; his fingers then go back to his crotch, unbuttoning it with deliberate and maddening patience. Each buttons he undoes, my heart kicks and punches harder against my ribcage… And with each button he pops out, his cock strains harder against his boxer briefs.
“Then have it,” Liam says, reaching for my hair and yanking my head back. He leans down toward me and presses his mouth against mine, our kiss one of wildness and frenzied lust. When he sits up again, my hands are moving toward his crotch; I hook my fingers on the side of his pants and slowly pull them down to his knees. My fingers go up his legs and over his underwear, but never touching his cock - I want to touch it more than anything, but I want to make him feel the poison of anticipation in his veins.
I let my fingers move up and down - up to his waist and then down to the hem of his boxers. I do it over and over again, never taking my eyes of his thick shape, seeing it pulse more harshly everytime my fingers go near to it. Then, unable to put it off any longer, I flatten the palm of my hand against his bulging erection - I bite my lower lip as I feel him under my hand, his cock so big my insides clench.
Leaning forward, I close my eyes and tilt my head sideways. I part my lips slightly and rest them against the shape of his cock, sucking on it over the fabric of his boxers. It pulses against me, eager to be set free and unleashed upon my body. Oh, I yield to its wishes pretty easily: hooking my fingers in his boxer briefs, I pull them down, his cock springing free in a heartbeat. As I lay eyes on it, I feel my heart tighten inside my chest. To feel it is one thing, but to see it… God, he’s huge - and absolutely perfect.
I run my fingers over his groins and, my heart is drumming so fast it might burst any moment now, I rest my index finger over his shaft. As slowly as I can, I slide it up from his root to the tip, then move it back down again; stretching my fingers wide, I cup his balls, feeling their weight with the palm of my hand. I roll them over my hand, their warmness spreading to my fingers, hand and arm, and filling me with uncontrollable desire.
The moment I realize what I’m doing, I’m already leaning forward, my fingers curling around his shaft and pointing it straight to my mouth. I part my lips and rest them over the tip of his cock, scooping up his pre-cum with the tip of my tongue and letting his salty flavor inundate me.
His hands are on my head, but he’s just feeling the gentle sway of my body, letting me follow my own rhythm. I lap at his cock with my tongue, running it in slow circles around his tip as I start moving my hand back and forth, his pulsing thickness feeling alive under my fingers.
Moving my head sideway, I run my tongue from his tip to the root, licking the whole length of his shaft as I look up at him. The moment we lock eyes, I feel my pussy clenching - something primal and wild roars inside of me, and I know that in a few heartbeats I’ll be completely out of control.
I open my mouth wide and, leaning forward, wrap my lips tightly around his tip; I keep moving forward, his shaft rolling over my lips and tongue as he slides deep inside my mouth. I feel it pushing down on my tongue and straining against my cheeks but I keep going - I only stop when I feel his tip at the back of my throat, my mouth completely filled with his cock.
I start bobbing my head, moving it back and forth over his cock. Going from his tip to the base, I start to go as fast as I can, cupping his balls with one hand. With my free hand I grab his shaft and, moving it in tandem with my mouth, I start to stroke him. Suddenly, I feel his fingers hooking themselves in my hair and he forces me stop - I look up at him, his cock still inside my mouth, and he simply grins. Deviousness flickering in his eyes, he starts to thrust, making his cock slide in and out of my mouth at a growing pace. It doesn’t take long for him to be moving so fast I have to open my mouth as wide as I can, his cock fucking me relentlessly.
Still holding my head in place, he rests his free hand on my shoulder and lets it fall down to my breasts. Easing down his rhythm, he runs his fingers over the curve of my right breast and circles my hard nipple carefully. Then, the moment he pulls his cock out of my mouth, he pinches my nipple between his thumb and index finger; I gasp, my insides clenching as my hand starts moving again, stroking him as fast as I can.
Electricity spreading to all my body from the pressure he’s applying on my nipple, I lunge forward, my parted lips resting against his shaft. I lick his cock sideways, running my lips and tongue over his length and going down to his balls; there, I open my mouth and suck one in, rolling it around inside me as I keep on stroking him furiously. Looking up at him, I can’t help but feel victorious delight from seeing him with his eyes closed, head slightly thrown back in ecstasy.
Suddenly, Liam yanks on my hair and forces my head back, my eyes locking on his. He’s breathing hard, the corner of his lips turning upward. “Come here,” he tells me. Reluctantly, I let go of his cock and go up to my feet.
I don’t even have enough time to think about what’s happening: he’s on me in an instant, his body pressed tightly against mine. Pulling me into him, he reverses our positions and pins me against the seat, one hand cupping my left breast while the other grabs one ass cheek. I throw my head back, his lips on my neck; he nibbles my skin there gently, going all the way from my neck to my lips. We kiss in abandonment, my anxious hands darting to his collar.
I start unbuttoning his shirt, my trembling fingers fumbling with the buttons on their way down. His hard pectorals brush against my knuckles and, the moment the last button pops out, I run both my hands from his stomach to his chest, feeling every hill and ridge of his muscles. From his perfectly carved abdominals to the ropes of muscles in his arms, everything in him seems designed with only one objective in mind: perfection.
He doesn’t give me much time to appreciate his body, though; as I pull his shirt down his arms, he grabs me firmly by the hips and makes me turn around. I place my hands on the seat as I face it, suddenly feeling more exposed than I have ever been in my entire l
ife.
Kneeling on the seat, I remain still, not moving and barely breathing as I hear him kick off his shoes. I hear the rustle of his pants and I can almost picture him as he strips naked - more than anything I want to look over my shoulder at him, but I manage to control these urges. Then I feel him breathing close to my neck - as his mouth touches my skin I close my eyes by instinct, succumbing to the perfect way his velvety red lips caress the contour of my neck. Carefully grabbing a handful of hair, he brushes it over my shoulder, his kisses hiking up to my ear.
“You’ll moan,” he places one finger over my spine, right below my neck. “You’ll scream,” his finger starts to move down, tracing the valley of my spine until it reaches my lower back. “And then you’ll beg me to fuck you,” he almost growls, brushing his fingertip over the curve between my ass cheeks. I tremble and shiver, my skin prickling as his words blanket my rational mind. Moan, scream and beg - that seems like a perfect menu, if you ask me.
“I’ll moan and scream,” I repeat after him, the sound of my voice coming out quivering and weak. As I start to speak he runs his finger down to between my legs, caressing my wet folds gently. “And then I’ll… beg!” The last word comes out as a gasp, his finger pushing its way past my pussy lips and burying itself deep inside of me.
Slowly, he takes it all the way out, once again running it along the length of my pussy. He only stops when he reaches my clit, first circling it and then pressing hard on it. It’s stronger than myself: I can’t help but moan.
“That’s a start,” he whispers, running his finger down and sliding it all the way in. Flicking his wrist, he fingers me in a pendulum motion, each time his finger goes in his pace increasing. I’m moaning, and I’m doing it as hard as I can; still, the moment he slides one more finger inside my pussy I stop moaning. What I do is grit my teeth and scream through them, my eyes shut close as I succumb to the pleasant warm electricity that fills every single muscle in my body.
He goes fast and vicious, fucking me with his two fingers until I can’t take it anymore. I press my forehead against the headrest of the seat and let out a loud and mighty scream, my muscles convulsing as pleasure rages through my veins. The moment I start screaming he turns his wrist around and, moving his fingers inside of me, presses hard on my G-spot and starts to rub me there. I scream even louder, my throat already starting to hurt.
“Fuck me…” I whisper, the words tumbling out of my lips like a magic spell. “Fuck me, Liam…” I repeat, my voice coming out honeyed and mellow. “Please.”
“I told you that you’d beg,” he whispers, still rubbing my G-spot and sending waves of pleasure through me.
“Please, please,” I repeat, intoning the words like a mantra.
“I love the way you beg, Cara,” he continues, taking his fingers out of my pussy and running them up my stomach, tracing an upward line with my juices. He goes all the way up to my face, and then presses his fingers against my lips; I open my mouth once more, eager to feel my own juices again. I suck his fingers dry as he moves them in and out of my mouth and, in an instant, it’s over: he takes them out and moves them in a line around my neck and down my back, tracing the curve of my ass cheeks with maddening patience.
I’ve already stopped screaming, but I’m still breathing hard through my gritted teeth. But the moment he runs his finger over my ass crack, a loud moan fills my mouth. Pressing gently, he slides his finger between my ass cheeks until he finds my ass hole; there, he presses harder, drawing little perfect circles around it. Then, no warning at all, he slides it in an inch, my body tensing up like a nocked arrow.
“Oh, God!” I mutter, a web of delight covering all of my senses. “Please, Liam… I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me now… Please.”
Even though I can’t see him, I almost feel his mischievous grin. He takes his finger out of my ass and, in a heartbeat, he’s pressing his cock between my thighs, angling it so that its tip is pushing against my inner lips.
I push my hips back at him and his cock pierces me like a spear, burying itself in me to the hilt. I don’t even moan or scream - for a few seconds, I even stop breathing completely, just taking in the pleasure that he’s injecting in me. His massive cock is straining against my inner walls, filling me up in a way no other man has done before, and my brain seems to be on fire right now.
Slowly, he slides his cock out - but only to bury it in me again. He starts slowly, the whole notion of time fading away as he thrusts. Seconds stretch into minutes, and minutes into hours. Eternity is at my fingertips, his body on mine the most perfect thing I have ever experienced. And when he starts to thrust harder I almost explode, a cascade of moans climbing up my throat and rolling over my tongue. Not only does he go harder, he goes faster too, his thighs slapping my ass with such strength that the sound of flesh on flesh fills the whole limo.
Lacing my waist with one arm, he lets his hand fall down to my pussy, two fingers reaching for my clit. The moment he applies just a tiny amount of pressure there, I can’t help but let out a scream so loud I’m sure I’m going to have a sore throat tomorrow. But who cares?
I come like a madwoman, pushing my hips back at him with such ferocity that he has no other choice but to slide his cock deeper than before. I grit my teeth as his shaft lodges itself inside me, all of his length pushing back against my inner walls. My forehead is still pressed against the seat, all my muscles burning and trembling with pleasure as I succumb to a perfect orgasm. I take a deep breath, ready to rest for a few seconds, but he doesn’t even allow me that: before the orgasm has subsided he’s pistoning into me again, his body moving with such perfection that I just wish for him to keep going like that for all eternity.
“Oh, God…” I mutter to no one in particular, my arms growing so weak that I have to support myself with my forearms over the seat. Still with his fingers on my clit, he starts to circle it with fast movements, charging my whole body with that sweet electric current of delight.
“Come for me, Cara,” he says, his voice pushing me toward the edge. “Do it… Don’t hold back.” Just like that I come again, hissing through my gritted teeth as my body starts to convulse. I feel spent and exhausted but somehow I’m still aching for more.
“More…” I beg of him as he starts to slide his cock out of my pussy. “I want more…”
“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” he says, placing both his hands on my waist and turning me around. I turn quickly and, now facing him, our eyes lock. His expression is one of insatiable hunger and I realize that, from this point on, I won’t have to beg him to fuck me anymore.
Opening my legs, I lace them around his waist and pull him in; he comes willingly, offering me no resistance. Crossing my legs behind his back, I place my straight arms over his shoulders as he angles his cock so that it’s aiming right at my pussy. With a grin full of lustful promises, he thrusts, his cock parting my inner lips in the blink of an eye.
This time he doesn’t build the rhythm - no, he goes all in right from the start, moving his hips so furiously that it’s almost impossible to tell when he’s thrusting in or pulling out. He leans in toward me and kisses me, his tongue immediately finding the way between my lips; our tongues wrestle against one another as our bodies move in a violent dance of sin and lust.
I’m not innocent or naive, and I have a fair share of experience under my belt, but this… Oh, this is something else entirely. I’ve never been fucked like this, so hard that it feels like blue flames of ecstasy are licking me from the inside out, threatening to scorch every single nerve ending I have.
Somehow, Liam manages to go even faster then, his thighs moving so fast that it should be physically impossible. Taking his hands to my ass, he pushes my cheeks apart - moving one hand slightly, he reaches for my ass hole with one finger and starts to caress it slightly, my brain almost exploding with the sensory overload. His cock ravaging me, his finger on my ass, his chest pressed against my hard nipples… This is too much.
I scream lik
e a banshee, the muscles in my neck straining to accommodate the violence that climbs up my throat. The moment he feels my body tensing up, he presses his finger against my ass more harshly and slides it in halfway, my ass clenching around it.
Instead of letting me savor my orgasm, he simply keeps thrusting, feeding one more inch of his finger into my ass. My hands turn into claws and I bury them in his back, hard enough to draw blood. He doesn’t even register it: he simply keeps fucking me as if he needed to do it in order to survive.
Scratching his back, my eyelids droop as I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits. The pleasure that rages through me is so intense I still can’t believe I haven’t passed out yet. His cock flies in and out of me at a furious pace, ravaging me completely as my muscles keep on spasming as if I were having a seizure. Riding pleasure’s peak, I start feeling another wave of ecstasy coming for me - two heartbeats later and it crashes against my mind, scorching all of my nerve endings and making my body go limp. If he wasn’t holding me I’d just collapse onto the floor like a used rag.
Somehow, even though I can barely feel anything aside from the fires of pleasure, I notice his cock spasming harshly inside my pussy. He’s on the edge as well, and it’s a good thing too - I doubt I could endure one more minute of such delight. Who knew that pleasure could ever be too much?
I sigh deeply as his cock starts to twitch uncontrollably, gushing his warm seed deep inside me. He stops moving his body as he comes, filling me up to the brim with thick ropes of white cum. He keeps cumming for what seems like an eternity, gushing so much semen that it starts dripping out of my pussy and pooling on the floor at our feet.
Slowly, he pulls back from me and takes a deep breath as his cock finally stops spasming. He pulls it out of me gently, a shiver going up my spine as he does it. I lean back against the seat, tilting my head back and breathing deeply; his hand goes down the side of my body and, when I open my eyes, he’s on his knees. Our eyes meet and a savage grin burns on his face immediately. Without warning, he leans forward, pressing his mouth against my pussy; reacting by sheer instinct I lay my hands on top of his head as he licks my folds, scooping his own cum.