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Moving with cat-like movements, she suddenly goes up to her feet and turns on her heels. I try and reach for her skirt, deciding to take it off, but she’s faster; she sits back down on my cock, her back to me, and starts rocking her hips once more.

I hook my fingers on her hips and start moving my body as well, trying to keep up with her rhythm. I throw my head back and close my eyes, savoring the way she’s pretty much stroking me with her ass cheeks. Fuck, I just want to ravage her—all of her. I want to fuck her sweet little mouth, take over her tight pussy and show her that her ass is mine. But I have to be honest too; if anything, right now she’s the one showing me that she owns my cock in a way no other woman can. She wasn’t joking when she said she wanted to take control.

“You know what are you doing to me, don’t you?” I whisper, trying to choke down a groan as she thrusts back at my cock even harder.

“I’m driving you crazy, I know that,” she tells me with a delicious chuckle, and starts going so hard that I actually have to tense up every single muscle in my body and take a deep breath to stop myself from coming. Don’t think I’m being weak; any other man would have already come, you can take that to the bank. “And I’m going to keep going until you can’t take it any more.”

“Fuck, I already can’t take it,” I groan, grabbing at her tits and leaning back against the couch. I’m pinching at both her nipples, thrusting against her, and I’m fucking desperate for her pussy.

I slide my hands down the side of her body, taking them to her thighs, and I grab at the string of thong that laces her waist. Breathing out harshly, I pull the thong against her outer thigh, and I only stop when I hear that maddening ripping sound. She raises her hips slightly, allowing me to pull the thong off of her, and then she goes up to her feet. My heart skips a beat as I stare at her bare ass, but then she pivots, turning around to face me. She raises one leg and places her foot right between my thighs, her heel dangerously close to my crotch.

My eyes dart to the delicious slit between her thighs and, as if she can read my thoughts, she goes up on the couch, position her feet by the side of my body. Her pussy is right in front of my face, and I can barely restrain myself. I place my hands on her ass cheeks, grabbing them so hard that she can’t help but moan. I pull her into me, craning my neck so that my mouth is aimed straight at her pussy, and then I lay my lips on her inner thighs. I start kissing up her groin, teasing her, but she just yanks on my hair and forces me to straighten my neck. Moving fast, she pushes her hips forward and presses her pussy right against my mouth. Yeah, she’s taking control, all right.

I open my mouth as wide as I can, sucking on her folds one at a time; I take them inside my mouth, running my tongue up and down their length as I take in her sweet fluids into my mouth. I never thought that a woman’s pussy could taste this fucking heavenly. I swear I could live up on her pussy alone, devouring her for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

“That’s it,” I hear her sigh, the sound of her voice making me devour her even more eagerly. I wrap my lips around her clit, lapping at it with my tongue, and she grabs at my hair even more harshly. I feel the muscles in her thighs tensing up, but she’s not ready to come yet; first, she lifts one leg up, placing her foot on the headrest of the couch and offering me a better angle at her pussy. I don’t let it go to waste and start running my tongue up and down the length of her wetness, ravishing her in such a way that I’m actually surprising myself. I sure know how to go down on a woman, but I don’t think I’ve ever done it this perfectly. Of course, the merit is all hers: she’s driving me so fucking crazy that she’s bringing out the best in me.

With my hands still on her ass, I spread her cheeks wide and then brush one finger over her crack. I place it right above her asshole and then I start pushing my fingertip against it. She gasps, the muscles in her legs tensing up even more, and then I just slide my finger inside her ass. Screaming, she pushes her pussy against my mouth so harshly that I’m surprised she didn’t break my neck.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans, rubbing her pussy all over my face. Jabbing at her insides with my tongue, I feel her pussy tightening up, slight spasms taking over her body. Fuck, I just wish I could feel what she’s feeling right now.

Moving slowly, she finally climbs down from the couch and takes one hard look at me. She grins, her eyes roaming over my lips, and I can only imagine the sight in front of her; her fluids are dripping down my chin, and I probably have a fucking stupid smile on my face right now.

“Come,” she orders, offering me her hand. I take it and she pulls me off of the couch. “I want a proper bed this time,” she grins, and I just pull her into me and pick her up. Carrying her in my arms, I walk across the living room and go straight for my bedroom, nudging the door open with the tip of my foot.

I throw her on top of the bed, the mattress shifting under her weight, and I kick off my shoes before following after her. My knees are on the edge of the bed, and she comes closer to me and, placing both her hands on my shoulders, pushes my shirt down my arms. She lunges at me like a feral cat, her mouth going straight for one of my nipples, and she nibbles at it so hard that I wince.

“Fuck,” I hiss as the pain travels up from my nipple and hits my brain like a sledgehammer. She isn’t in control; she’s out of control. And fuck, that sounds even better.

Her hands go to my waist and she grabs my belt furiously. She unbuckles it and then pulls it out from its loops. She then takes it and throws it around my neck, pulling me into her and laying down at the same time. I press my body on top of hers, kissing her, and she finally lets go of the belt.

Pulling back from our kiss, she brushes her mouth down my chin, her lips making the hike toward my abs. There, she licks each one of them with careful deliberate flicks of her tongue, and then goes down to my waistline. She grabs my pants with these furious movements of hers, and pushes the fabric apart; the top button snaps and the zipper goes down by itself, my cock pushing so hard against my boxer briefs I can barely breath.

“I hate your stupid clothing,” she grows as she grabs at my pants, pushing them down my legs. “I want you naked all the time,” she continues, throwing the pants to the floor. Arching her back, she positions her breasts over the shape of my hard cock and lowers her body, my shaft right between her tits.

“You’re crazy,” I breathe out, but I say it with a grin on my lips. Yeah, she’s fucking crazy, but she’s the kind of crazy that always leaves you begging for more and more.

“I know,” she moans as she grabs her tits and presses them together, squeezing my shaft between them. It pulses against her chest, and she begins stroking me using only her tits, moving her body up and down. Then, no warning at all, she pulls slightly back, but that's just to dive into me, turning her head sideways and fitting her open mouth over my thickness. She sucks me over my boxer briefs, and I just can’t take it any fucking more; I reach for my boxers, ready to push them down, but she anticipates herself. She curls her fingers around the hem, and then tugs them down my legs with one flowing but violent motion. My cock springs free, pre-cum glistening on its tip, and then she’s back with their tits, squeezing me between them.

I groan, lust and desire flooding my brain and squashing every single thought inside my head. Fuck meditation, this is way better. Stroking me again, she only stops doing it when I grab her by the hair and push her back. She growls, struggling against my hold, and then breaks free from it; she goes for my cock again, but this time she goes with her hand. Grabbing it, she strokes me so fucking fast that I almost cum. I have to grit my teeth and will back my cum to wherever it comes from. She knows I’m on the verge, but she doesn’t let that stop her; fuck, I doubt she would stop even if I came all over her face.

With her free hand, she starts caressing my balls, rolling them over her fingers as she keeps on stroking me, her fingers tracing the whole length of my cock. Then, glancing at me with that deviousness of hers, she takes her full lips to my cock. When I think she’s going to take my twelve inches all at once inside her mouth, she stops right before her lips touch my cock; she looks into my eyes, teasing me, and holds her position. If I wasn’t spacing the fuck out, I’d just grab her head and force her down, but in the state I am now, all I can do is look at her completely powerless. Powerless, holy fuck, I can’t believe I’m using this word. When was the last time I have ever felt powerless? Probably when I was in my mother’s womb. I’m the kind of guy that knows what it’s like to live having power over everything around me. That's until I met Destiny, of course.

Slowly—so slowly it even hurts—she parts her lips using her tongue, and then reaches for my cock. She just brushes the wet tip of her tongue against my tip, but that’s enough to make me groan again. Fuck, if she keeps going like this soon enough I’ll be moaning like a woman.

“You’re fucking killing me, Destiny,” I blurt out, unconsciously lifting my hips up from the mattress while I try to push my cock inside her mouth. Of course, she doesn’t allow me that; she pushes me back down, and keeps circling my cock with these maddening movements of her tongue. Then, when I think she’s going to slowly lower herself over my shaft, she surprises me again; she opens her mouth as wide as she can and simply lets her head fall down.

I hold my breath as my entire shaft goes deep inside her mouth, a burning sensation spreading from my crotch to the rest of my body. She pushes herself down until my cock is pressed against the back of her throat, and only then she slides back out. Taking no breaks, she begins bobbing her head up and down the entirety of my twelve inches. Fuck, she’s turning a simple blowjob into an art form. When it comes to sex, Destiny is a fucking artist.

“More,” she mutters, popping my cock out of her mouth, “I need more than this.” She doesn’t wait for a reply and gets to work on fulfilling her own request: going up to her feet, she places her feet by the side of my thighs and then goes on all fours on top of me, her pussy and ass hovering over my face. She grabs my cock with one hand, angles it upward, and then dives into it without even letting me prepare mentally for it.

“Fuck,” I hiss as I feel my cock against the back of her throat once more. “This is-” She doesn’t let me finish. She lowers her hips, pressing her pussy against my face, and I have no other choice but to get to work.

Opening my mouth wide, I start running my tongue up and down her pussy, taking her delicious juices once more. She’s wetter than I have ever seen her, and that’s considering the fact that I fucked her right on Python’s stage. That was the fuck of a lifetime, but Destiny keeps raising the ante. Fucking hell, where has she been all of my life? Funny, right? Even after a short stint as a porn star, and even after owning a club where I’m a fucking rock star, it took me long enough to find a woman like her. Rest assured, I’m not letting go of her; no fucking chance in hell.

I lick and suck until my tongue starts to hurt, but I keep going. Destiny is giving me her all, and I’m not letting her down. But, fuck, even the muscles in my neck feel like they are burning.

“OH GOD!” Destiny suddenly cries out, taking her mouth off my cock. She arches her back and sits up, pressing her pussy down on my face. I grab her by the hips, pushing her even further down, and she just sits on my face. Swaying her back and forth, grinding her against my mouth, she lets out a scream so loud that I’ll bet tomorrow I’ll have a few complaints from the neighbors. Well, fuck them. If they’re bright enough, they’ll just enjoy the show we’re putting on.


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