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“What do you think?” I purr, letting go of his cock so that I can run both of my thumbs on my thong. Swaying my hips from side to side, I push my wet thong down my legs and, the moment the fabric touches the floor, Drake closes the distance between us and presses his body against mine.

“I think you can’t handle me,” he tells me, his smart eyes burning into mine.

“You’re all confused, daddy,” I shoot back, the words flowing easily from between my lips. “You’re the one who can’t handle me,” I continue, placing both my arms over his shoulders and jumping into him, trusting that he’s going to grab me. And that’s exactly what he does; his hands fly to my ass and he picks me up, the tip of his cock brushing against my soaking pussy.

“There’s only one way to find out,” he grins as I lace my legs behind his back, anticipation making my heart beat faster.

“I agree.”

Grinning, Drake uses one hand to grab his cock and places its tip right between my pussy lips. All he needs to do now is to thrust but, instead, he just holds his position.

“You want it bad, don’t you?” he asks me, his grin widening.

“I do,” I reply, moving my hips and trying to force his cock to slide inside my pussy. It slides just one inch in, but it’s enough for me to have a taste of what’s to come. Oh, this is going to be far better than anything I could’ve imagined, and I have a very restless imagination.

“OH GOD!” I breathe out as he thrusts without warning. I moan, my voice so high-pitched I’m surprised not a single window has cracked. His shaft slides deep inside my pussy, fighting against my inner walls as it goes in and, for a moment, it’s almost like his whole length is made of fire and not of flesh. A burning sensation spreads outward from my pussy and it engulfs everything in me, scorching every single nerve ending and making my brain boil inside my skull.

“Still think you can handle me?” he asks me again, his cock filling me so perfectly I think I can feel his pulse.

“Of course,” I somehow manage to say, the muscles in my throat struggling to get the words out. Without bothering to reply, he slowly slides his cock out of me, but that only to thrust again, this time harder than before. He starts pistoning into me like that, slowly moving out and then giving me all his fury when he thrusts, and I can’t help but to scream.

Even though my eyes are wide open, I can’t see a thing. Right now, my brain is too busy trying to process the gigantic cock filling me, and it seems that it has shut down all other functions. Each time Drake thrusts I fall deeper into that unconscious abyss; the first thing to go was my sight, and now it’s my cognition, and I don’t know if I’m going to come or pass out first.

I’ve never felt anything quite like this. Remember when I told you that my toys are better than a real cock? Yeah, you can forget about that. Nothing beats this. Nothing. It seems that, after all, men like this really exist. I’m just glad they’re a rare breed, or else no one would buy my toys.

I open my mouth to say something but, like a fish out of the water, I just close it again, the words lost in a deep corner of my mind. Digging my fingernails into the muscles of his back, I feel my whole body tensing up as a tidal wave of ecstasy grows on that unconscious horizon. That electric fire inside of me has spun out of control, and I’m actually afraid that this orgasm is simply going to be too much; maybe I can’t handle him after all. But if I can’t, who can?

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” I don’t even finish my sentence. My words drift into the air as a scream explodes between my lips, a violent orgasm shaking me to the very core. It feels like a thousand needles are pricking my skin, stabbing my skin with pleasure over and over again.

I let my head fall and, with my forehead pressed against one of his shoulders, I scream for God knows how long. I scream until my throat becomes raw, and then I scream some more for good measure. My fingernails are buried so deep into his skin that I must’ve drawn blood by now, but it’s not like he cares; he just keeps on thrusting viciously, fucking me through the best orgasm of my life.

Oh, yeah, make no mistake about it; this is definitely the best orgasm of my life. If I could make a toy that produced orgasms such as these, I’d be a billionaire in under twelve hours.


Tags: Abby Angel, Alexis Angel Erotic