When the pressure is almost too much, I hesitate, not knowing if I should go all the way, but then I remember his words, and all hesitancy goes out the window. Riding him hard and still rubbing my clit, I come with a cry of pleasure, my pussy squirting a translucent fluid.
“Oh, God,” I moan, my fingers still moving fast over my clit as I squirt. This is insane; I can’t help but think as I look down, my fluids dripping down Liam’s waist. He doesn’t seem to mind though; his satisfied smile couldn’t be any wider even if he tried.
My muscles are still twitching when I roll to the side, completely collapsing on top of the mattress. Liam turns to me, runs his hand through my hair and lays a gentle kiss on my neck.
“Tired?” he asks me, the tone of his voice telling me that he already knows the answer to his question.
“Never,” I respond, turning to him and kissing him. As we lock lips, he climbs on top of me, my legs parting so that he can fit his body between my thighs. He grabs both my ankles and lifts my legs up in the air, resting them over his shoulders as he leans into me. My body bends as he pushes on my legs with his shoulders, and he grabs his cock and places it right against my pussy; he leans even more, pressing his lips against mine as my legs support his weight.
“Good,” he finally says. “Because I’m not tired at all.” With that, he thrusts, his cock sliding easily inside of me; the position I’m in allows him to go deeper than before, the tip of his cock pressing against my depths and fanning the bright coals of desire that carpet my mind.
I let out a cry of pleasure and that spurs him into action - he starts to thrust immediately, moving his hips so fiercely that, even though my brain is sending the order down to my throat, I can’t stop screaming. My own fluids acting as lubricant, his cock slides in and out easily, Liam’s pace making me feel vulnerable to the jaws of ecstasy once again.
I open my mouth—I don’t know if to moan or to scream—but all that leaves my lips is a shy groan. My muscles are becoming taut again and, even though I’ve just came, I’m almost ready to do it again. Each thrust of his pushes me closer to it, and it’s only a matter of time till I burst again.
He keeps his body pressed against my legs, keeping them up in the air as he ravages me. The position I’m in makes it easier for his cock to reach my innermost spots, the hidden depths in me burning up. It’s so fucking easy to be consumed by ecstasy when I’m like this.
Dangling over the edge again, I close my eyes and surrender to the sweet embrace of pleasure. I come again, my body shivering as if I were running a fever; I’m bunching up the sheets, my fingers tugging at them harshly as my body convulses. He keeps fucking me through my orgasm, mercilessly using his cock to pound into me as waves of pleasure explode inside my head.
How many times have I already come since he pressed his body against mine? I have no idea, and I don’t care; with Liam, there’s no way I can keep a count. When you’re coming more than twice in a row, it just becomes meaningless.
Feeling my spasms coming to an end, Liam finally takes my legs out from his shoulders, and then pulls his cock out from my pussy. Kneeling between my thighs, he looks down at me.
“Come for me, Liam…” I start to say, the words leaving my mouth before I can think them through. “Stroke yourself and come over me…” Without needing further instructions, he curls his fingers around his cock and starts jerking himself, his hand moving furiously as his eyes take in the sight of my naked—and spent—body.
It doesn’t take him long; breathing hard through his gritted teeth, I notice his chiseled muscles bulging as they harden up, his whole body becoming as tense as a nocked arrow. His cock spasms slightly and I let out a moan of anticipation; not even a second after that, he starts to cum.
Spraying my pussy, stomach and tits with his cum, Liam lets out a loud groan of ecstasy, never letting go of his cock. A few strands of his salty seed hit me square in the face, but most of it falls across my chest, burying both my breasts in a river of semen. I lay back as he cums all over me, my hands going to my breasts; his cock still gushing, I start squeezing my tits, rubbing them and smearing his juices all over my naked skin. It just feels right to be covered in his seed, and so I keep rubbing it all over my body until his orgasm starts to recede.
When he finally stops, he doesn’t let go of his cock; he remains looking at me, cum dripping down his shaft and into his hand. I look into his eyes, smiling, and his lips curl upward in response.
“That was so good. So unbelievably good,” I whisper, sitting up and feeling thick strands of cum sliding down my body. Locking eyes with Liam, I rub the open palm of my hand between my breasts, until it’s completely coated in cum, and then take it to my mouth. I don’t even blink or look away from him; using only my tongue, I lick my hand dry, allowing his flavor to dance inside my mouth.
“It was,” he agrees, finally letting go of his cock and sitting next to me. “But you were right.”
“I was?”
“Yes. I can see it in your eyes. Something’s missing.” His lips turn into a serious line, and I can see him trying to escape Carter’s shadow, but failing to do so. It’s true; after the moment the three of us shared, things will never be the same. I know it; he knows it. I just wonder if Carter knows it.
“Something’s missing,” I agree, leaning in and pressing my lips against his. “But we’re here now.”
“We are. Just the two of us.”
Just the two of us… How much better would it be if I could say something slightly different? Something like... Just the three of us. It sounds so much better, doesn’t it?
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New York Daily Journal
DRAIN THE SWAMP! JUST DON’T FORGET THE SENATOR…
From the desk of Editor-at-Large, Michael Anders.
As Mayor of New York City, I have an unique insight. As the owner of my paper, here are my thoughts…
In perhaps what many people are calling an inevitable conclusion to the “culture of corruption” that this paper has reported on extensively, conservative and liberal lawmakers today came together in a bi-partisan effort to send a strong message to the people that the age of pay-to-play politics has ended in New York State.
Early yesterday morning, lawyers were sent to formally deliver a notice of subpoena to Governor Carter Andrews in corruption hearings that will be held in front of the State Congressional Ethics Committee.