Then, he pushes his finger inside my ass just an inch, and the time bomb inside my body goes off. I pull his cock out of my mouth and moan loudly, my throat already starting to feel sore. Sitting back up, I press my pussy down against his mouth, his tongue pushing through and resting inside of me.
To feel this much pleasure should be illegal; it’s more addicting than any existing drug. Just one taste and you’re hooked for the rest of your life. I know that because I’m hooked… I’m a complete addict, but I’m lucky enough to be loved back by this perfect man. Lucien Stone. My Lucien Stone.
Breathing raggedly, I roll to the side, sprawling my arms to the side as my muscles still insist on twitching. I feel Lucien sitting up, but I don’t even open my eyes. Right now, there’s nothing I can do besides laying down like a used rag.
“Tired already?” He asks, his voice piercing through the fog in my mind and bringing me back to life. I force my eyelids open and stare into his eyes, a twinkle there.
“Never,” I tell him, the corner of my lips curling into a smile. With that, I prop myself up on my elbows, my hands going to his chest. I force him to lie down again and, summoning whatever strength still lies in me, I climb on top of him. This time is the real deal.
I grab his cock and point it upward, and then ease myself down as slowly as I can. My eyes roll in their orbits as his glans forces my labia apart, and I finally let go of his member. Taking a deep breath, I go all in, pushing my body down and allowing his cock to impale me. I feel it going through me like a spear, violently straining against my inner walls and stretching my insides.
My hands on his chest, I take a deep breath before I start moving, my body still trying to process and adapt to the huge cock inside of me. I smile as I feel his heartbeat against the palm of my hand, a steady and confident rhythm there; this heart right here, it’s beating for me.
That smile still on my lips, I start to rock my body, going back and forth over his cock. His hands are on my ass again, gently guiding the pendu
lum motion of my hips, making sure that with each passing second I go faster. Soon enough he’s bucking his hips at me, thrusting with such strength that I have to stop moving and simply surrender to the hard pounding that he’s unleashing upon me.
Wild and furious, he fucks me like every woman deserves to be fucked—with a blend of savagery and love, a mix of contradictory ideas that hold hands and unleash hell upon both mind and body. It might be a stuck up thing to say, but I never shied away from saying what I think to be the truth: I am the luckiest woman on Earth. I just am. And that because Lucien Stone crossed paths with me, sending my whole life into disarray and turning it upside down. Was it easy? No, no it wasn’t. But here am I now, my heart brimming with happiness… and lust.
Still thrusting hard, he lays his hand heavily against my ass, smacking me harshly. I moan, anticipating another smack, and just like that he does it again, the palm of his hand hitting my flesh with a loud sound.
Each time he hits me, I moan, my body close to reaching the boiling point. I throw my head back as he keeps thrusting, and I let one hand slide down my chest and toward my pussy. My fingers right above my clit, I start to move my hand in fast circles, rubbing that burning spot in my pussy until I simply can’t take it anymore. My muscles are as rigid as concrete, all my bones becoming electrified as Lucien's thrusts grow more vicious.
“I’m going to--”
I don't even finish my sentence. The words die in my throat as a high-pitched sound takes their place, my face contorted in an expression of ecstasy. I implode and explode, my mind dissolving in a mist of my climax. Not a single thought passes through my mind as I come, every single fiber of my being devoted to one simple task: to feel. And that’s what I do, I soak all the pleasure that runs through me like a sponge, thick beads of sweat pooling on my forehead.
Shaking, I rise, his cock sliding out of me. I collapse on top of the mattress, my eyes closed as I try to catch my breath. Lucien turns to me and, laying one hand across my chest, gently squeezes my right breast. His fingers on me are like flames, my body convulsing as a reaction to his touch. Even after all those times we’ve made love, and fucked as hard as humanly possible, I still can’t get used to orgasms like these. They’re strong and violent, almost too much for anyone to bear… And they’re absolutely perfect.
I roll to my stomach and, breathing in deeply, I push my body up, going on all fours. I sway my hips from side to side, teasing him; he gets the hint pretty quickly, and goes up on his knees, position himself behind me, his hands firmly placed on my hips. Here we go, I think to myself, jutting my ass back against him.
Gritting my teeth as he presses the tip of his cock against my labia, I grunt as he simply rams it in with one single thrust. His shaft slides inside of me easily, his tip going all the way in and pressing against my inner walls in a mind numbing way. Guided by instinct, I start to rock my body back and forth, his length going in and out of my pussy at a rhythm set by me.
Of course, soon enough I start to go so fast I can’t keep going. He takes the lead then, his finger curling on my hips and pulling me in as he slams his cock in hard, his thighs slapping my ass over and over again. Adding to the symphony of flesh on flesh, he smacks my ass cheeks with the back of his hand, the dry sound hitting my eardrums like a gunshot. He does it over and over again, his long finger meeting my buttocks harshly and driving me utterly and completely insane.
My arms grow weak and I go down to my elbows, my head going down between my shoulders as I breathe out with a groan. I’m on the verge of simply collapsing, but I still resist, fighting hard to survive the incoming wave of pleasure. I can already feel it looming on the horizon of my mind, its presence like an imposing omen of chaos and ecstasy. Each thrust of his is like a step toward the storm, and it doesn’t take long for a chaos of the senses to start raining down on me.
As I feel myself close to the edge, he starts to go so hard his thighs smack my ass harshly enough to leave a mark. His cock pulses inside of me and, knowing he’s as close to the edge as I am, I can’t hold back. I scream like a banshee, my fingers curling so hard against the sheets my knuckles turn white. He comes at the same time, his cock spasming inside of me and kicking against my inner walls.
In a heartbeat, I feel his cum filling me, each spasm of his cock a new wave of warm fluids. Gripping my hips tightly, he holds me in place as he shoots his endless load inside of me, strands of it already dripping down my thighs and falling on top of the sheets, staining them.
Not even knowing what I’m doing, I fight against his hold and move forward, his cock sliding out of me in an instant. It keeps gushing out in a stream, his warm juices flying straight into my naked skin. Ropes of cum hit me across the back and, as I turn, straight into my chest. I move closer to him, immediately grabbing his cock and stroking him as he spurts out his load. With my mouth open wide, I aim his stream at my face, letting his semen cover me as if I were a wax figure. He keeps cumming for what seems like an eternity, thick ropes of sticky cum flying straight into my face and dripping down to my neck and breasts, completely blanketing me.
When it finally ends, I close my mouth and swallow his salty juices, letting them caress my throat on the way down. He simply looks at me, breathing hard as I take two fingers to my breasts and scoop all the cum that I can, taking it into my mouth. I slide the fingers inside my mouth and suck them dry, a hint of a grin on my lips as I return his gaze.
“Every day, promise me,” I say between breaths, my heart racing so fast I think it might just explode. “You have to fuck me every single day for the rest of our lives, Lucien.”
He says nothing. He simply leans into me and lays his lips against mine, a few drops of cum going from my mouth to his. With a smile, he runs his hand over my face and tucks a stray lock of hair over my ear.
“I thought that was already a given,” he tells me, his smile becoming wider and kinder. “You’re my life now, Kerri. You’re all that matters to me… And I promise you, I will grow old by your side.” His smile then turns into a grin, and he continues, “and yes, I’ll keep fucking you every single day even when we grow old.”
Lucien Stone. The love of my life.
Epilogue - As Told By Kerri
“Two margaritas, as ordered,” I say placing the tray down at the table and handing the women their drinks.
To call them women would be flattering them. In their daily lives their great-grandmothers, tasked with raising an army of children and maintaining order in their families.