π| FIFTY TWO
***There's something about this pussy that makes it addictive..***
~Rachel~
You gaped.
The words you have been about to say stuck in your throat.
She moved.
A soft moan rolled off your lips as your pussy walls squeezed her.
"Fuck," she murmured.
Her hand glided up your spine, settling on your scapula.
She pressed down, your back arching, a better angle.
She moved back, slowly and then, she thrust hard.
You cried out as she slammed in, her dick filling you.
"Fuck, you're so tight," she breathed as she began to thrust.
She pumped your pussy with her dick repeatedly.
You reached out, your fingers searching for anything to hold on to as she assaulted your cunt.
Sensations travelled through every single nerve in your body.
Your pussy juices slipped out of your pussy and down your thighs a she moved faster and faster.
Each thrust made something rise inside of you like yeast.
Your mouth hung open, calling her name now and then.
"Argh," she groaned as she slammed into you, deeper each time.
"Carrrmen," you moaned.
The sound of your bodies, your plump ass clapping against her pelvis filled the entire room.
"Lawwwd," you whined.
Your pussy queefed with each wild thrust, her hips berserk.
Your climax was just across the corner, and you could felt it.
You closed your eyes, grabbing the couch below you tightly.
"Plllleasseee Carmen," you begged as her thrusts grew wilder.
"You feel so amazing," she muttered behind you in a hoarse voice.
Her palms came down on your ass, hard, causing the flesh to bounce.
You didn't even feel the impact.
The only thing you could feel was the joining between you too.
Her thick long dick slamming deep into your vayjayjay, hitting that g-spot time and time again.
You were a moaning writhing mess beneath her, begging for release.
Her palms went to your hair, gathering as much as she could.
She pulled you back, against her chest with your strands.
Her hips didn't stop moving.
"This pussy, it's mine," she whispered into your ear.
"Yeeeeesss," you screamed as her cock hit a new angle inside you.
Your clitoris began to vibrate.
And it came, your squirt, liquid splashing everywhere.
She didn't stop, riding you through the onslaught of release.
She pulled out.
Your body instantly began to mourn the loss of her thick meat.
But not for long.
She turned you over, to face her.
She lifted you onto the couch without a word, spreading your legs and penetrating you.
"Awwww," you purred, holding onto the couch below for support.
You moaned softly.
She gripped your buttocks, her nails digging into your skin.
"Look at me," she snapped.
You raised your head to look at her through your heavy eyes.
Desire and lust were what weighed the lids down, causing each of them to feel just like lead.
"This is mine," she began, staring down at your genital joining.
You swallowed.
"No one else but me is allowed to touch this, do you hear?" she asked you through gritted teeth.
The only thing you could do was to nod at her, at least.
She positioned her cock at your entrance, her eyes trained on you.
"No-"
Slam.
"One-"
Thrust.
"Else-"
Thrust.
"Is allowed-"
Hard thrust.
"To touch this honey pot."
Slam.
"Arggghhh," you moaned.
This was nothing intimate.
It was just sex—wild and almost animalistic, driving you nuts.
Each of her strokes brought you a pleasure that was delirious.
Your legs shook.
You held onto her, your hand wrapped around her neck.
"Please, please," you cried into her ears as she continued to torment you, with insanely fast strokes.
"Please what?" She asked.
"Please," you repeated, your hands fisting the material of her shirt.
"What? Say it Rachel," she urged you, reaching for your nub.
She resumed thrusting, hard and fast as she circled your clit.
You closed your eyes tightly as a fresh batch of nerve racking sensations ran through you.
It was like setting fire to dry grass which had been dunked in gasoline.
The entirety of your body was burning, blazing with need.
More.
But, you needed more.
"Carmen," you moaned her name in a pleasing tone, begging.
"Words Rachel, words."
That was her only reply.
"Please, please let me cum," you begged her with a hoarse voice.
"Fuck," she grunted.
You held her tighter, burying your face in the groove of her neck as she pounded you harder.
"Arggghhh."
Your soft cries and her higher pitched moans filled the room alongside the sound of her wet balls slapping against your opening.
You were so close.
Each stroke took you closer and closer to the edge of insanity.
It wouldn't take much time now.
She reached up with one hand to tug at your hands which were settled around her neck.
You loosened your grip.
This gave her the room to reach down and grip your nipple.
Her tongue around your beaded areola was all it took.
You were instantly overwhelmed.
"Carmen," you screamed.
It was too much.
Her dick moving inside you like fast and furious, her mouth sucking in your nipples and her fingers rubbing your clit expertly.
You would die on this hill.
But not before you came—which you did, a breath later.