F*cked Right: Chapter 9
Jesus fucking Christ, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum instantly. Holy fucking shit, she is so fucking warm and tight, and I’m going to fucking cum if she doesn’t stop right now.
She lowers herself until she is balls deep, my entire cock inside of her, pulsing with desire, my balls tightening, ready to cum at any second. She lifts her entire body until she is sitting up again, her tits right at my eye level, and my mouth waters. What I wouldn’t give to have her tits in my mouth, her hard nipples against my tongue while she rides my cock just how she likes it.
I will myself to stop thinking about it, knowing it is going to send me over the edge, knowing it is going to make me cum too fast. I want to hold out for her. I want to be good for her. I just want her approval like I’ve never wanted anything else.
The thought hits me suddenly– I’m having sex right now. I’m no longer a virgin. It feels almost surreal. I better not be fucking dreaming. I hope to god I’m not. I’ve had this dream a few times before, and I hope this time it is real, because, Jesus Christ, she feels like fucking heaven with her cunt wrapped around me.
“You feel so good inside of me,” she gasps, moving her hips up and down, using me to build her pleasure. I resist the urge to let my eyes roll back, not wanting to miss a second of the sight above me. Her tits bounce as she moves, and I dig my fingers into her ass, knowing she may have marks in the morning but not fucking caring. I want her to have a reminder of what happened between us. I know I’m going to remember this for the rest of my fucking life. Her hair sweeps in front of her face, but she doesn’t stop. She doesn’t stop fucking me. She just keeps fucking bouncing, moving her head to the side until all of her hair falls behind her back.
She tips her head back, the sight of her entire body on display, and I –for the billionth time tonight– hold back the urge to cum, seeing her tits and stomach and face without anything covering her. I knew sex would feel good but watching a goddess on top of me, churning her own pleasure out of my body, feels like an out-of-body experience.
“I’m going to cum if you keep going,” I moan, more of a warning than anything else. I don’t want to disappoint her. I don’t want to finish before she says so, but I don’t know if I can stop myself. I want to make her cum first. I want her to enjoy this, but it feels so fucking good I don’t even think I’m going to be able to stop myself if she keeps going.
“Jace, I am so close already, just don’t fucking cum,” she urges, her voice desperate for the first time tonight, and it lights something inside of me. I lift my hips, fucking her too, our hips connecting together at the same time, making a slapping sound with our skin that vibrates through the entire room. I thrust my hips without thought, needing more of her, needing all of her, needing her to feel what I feel.
“Holy shit,” she groans, her pussy tightening as she continues to bounce on my dick. “Rub my clit,” she says, looking into my eyes when she tells me what to do. I move one of my hands from her ass to her clit, not knowing exactly what to do but knowing I need to figure it out because I can’t hold on much longer. I try to replicate the movements she enjoyed when my tongue was on her cunt, but I can’t seem to get it right. I look up at her, worry in my eyes as I rub aimlessly, not knowing what the fuck I’m doing.
She moves to hold herself up with one hand, grinding on my cock, moaning louder, her body moving quickly and with purpose. She places her free hand on top of mine and moves my fingers the way she likes, the way she needs. I follow her every direction, paying attention to which motions make her moan, and which motions make her pussy clench against me. She keeps her hand directly above mine, guiding me as we fuck each other, a sweaty bundle of limbs both at the edge of orgasm.
My orgasm blooms inside of me, but I hold it back, trying my best to take my mind off of it, knowing I need to hold out for her. A deep moan comes out of her, her fingers picking up the pace against her clit, and her legs seem to give out. She stops moving, seemingly overtaken by pleasure, but I keep fucking her, needing to feel more, needing to feel all of her, needing to experience this with her.
“Oh my god, I’m going to cum,” she whispers, her voice hoarse, her voice needy. Her legs start shaking, and her pussy tightens, her orgasm taking her entire body by storm, but I keep going, staring at her, taking it all in, loving every. fucking. second.
Her head tips back, her eyes roll back in ecstasy, and her legs shake in front of me as she gets lost in the pleasure. Her nipples pebble, and I lick my lips, desperate for a taste. Our sweaty skin slaps together, and the sound echoes through the room, and in this moment, I almost hope someone hears it. I want everyone to know that she is mine. I want everyone to know that I claimed her just as much as she claimed me. After this, she is the only person I’m going to be able to think about when my cock gets hard.
And that’s the thought that sends me over the edge, straight into my third orgasm for the night. I feel my cum coat the inside of her pussy as pleasure takes me by storm. I mumble words that probably have no meaning as Callie leans down, her chest connected with mine, and she takes my lips in hers, running her tongue against my lips until I open up for her.
We kiss while I cum inside of her, completely overtaken with pleasure and emotion, something I have never experienced before. She holds my head with her hands while her tongue speaks to me with actions instead of words.