I open my mouth wide and, leaning forward, wrap my lips tightly around his tip; I keep moving forward, his shaft rolling over my lips and tongue as he slides deep inside of my mouth. I feel it pushing down on
my tongue and straining against my cheeks but I keep going. I only stop when I feel his tip at the back of my throat, my mouth completely filled with his cock.
I start bobbing my head, moving it back and forth over his cock. Going from his tip to the base, I start to go as fast as I can, cupping his balls with one hand. With my free hand I grab his shaft and, moving it in tandem with my mouth, I start to stroke him. Suddenly, I feel his fingers hooking themselves in my hair and he forces me stop. I look up at him, his cock still inside my mouth, and he simply grins. Deviousness flickering in his eyes, he starts to thrust, making his cock slide in and out of my mouth at a growing pace. It doesn’t take long for him to be moving so fast I have to open my mouth as wide as I can, his cock fucking me relentlessly. Closing my eyes as his shaft flies in and out of me, I can’t help but wonder how it’s going to feel when he’s doing this to my pussy.
Still holding my head in place, he rests his free hand on my shoulder and lets it fall down to my breasts. Easing down his rhythm, he runs his fingers over the curve of my right breast and circles my hard nipple carefully. Then, the moment he pulls his cock out of my mouth, he pinches my nipple between his thumb and index finger; I gasp, my insides clenching as my hand starts moving again, stroking him as fast as I can.
Electricity spreading across my body from the pressure he’s applying on my nipple, I lunge forward, my parted lips resting against his shaft. I lick his cock sideways, running my lips and tongue over his length and going down to his balls; there, I open my mouth and suck one in, rolling it around inside me as I keep on stroking him furiously. Looking up at him, I can’t help but feel victorious delight from seeing him with his eyes closed, head slightly thrown back in ecstasy. He might know how to drive women completely insane, but I’m not a woman anyone should underestimate. After all, I was the reason thousands of men lied to their wives and went to the strip club to spend their hard-earned cash.
Suddenly, Arsen yanks on my hair and forces my head back, my eyes locking on his. He’s breathing hard, the corner of his lips turning upward. “Stand up,” he tells me. Reluctantly, I let go of his cock and go up to my feet.
I don’t even have enough time to think about what’s happening: he’s on me in an instant, his body pressed tightly against mine. He pins me against the wall, one hand cupping my left breast while the other grabs one buttock. I throw my head back, his lips on my neck; he nibbles my skin there gently, going all the way from my neck to my lips. We kiss in abandonment, my anxious hands darting to his collar.
I start unbuttoning his shirt, my trembling fingers fumbling with the buttons on their way down. His hard pectorals brush against my knuckles and, the moment the last button pops out, I run both my hands from his stomach to his chest, feeling every hill and ridge of his muscles. From his perfectly carved abdominals to the ropes of muscles in his arms, everything in him seems designed with only one objective in mind: perfection. See those male models that often don the covers of magazines? Yeah, they don’t hold a candle to Arsen’s body. In fact, perfect is a poor word to describe him.
He doesn’t give me much time to appreciate his body, though; as I pull his shirt down his arms, he grabs me firmly by the hips and makes me turn around. I place my hands on the wall as I face it, suddenly feeling more exposed than I have ever been in my entire life. And I used to be a stripper, for God’s sake! But with Arsen it’s different… He’s perfect in every sense of the word and, somehow, I want him to feel the same way about me too.
I stand still, not moving and barely breathing as I hear him kick off his shoes. I hear the rustle of his pants and I can almost picture him as he strips naked—more than anything I want to look over my shoulder at him, but I manage to control these urges. Then I feel him breathing close to my neck. As his mouth touches my skin I close my eyes by instinct, succumbing to the perfect way his velvety red lips caress the contour of my neck. Carefully grabbing a handful of hair, he brushes it over my shoulder, his kisses hiking up to my ear.
“You’ll moan,” he places one finger over my spine, right below my neck. “You’ll scream,” his finger starts to move down, tracing the valley of my spine until it reaches my lower back. “And then you’ll beg me to fuck you,” he almost growls, brushing his fingertip over the curve between my ass cheeks. I tremble and shiver, my skin prickling as his words blanket my rational mind. Moan, scream and beg—that seems like a perfect menu, if you ask me.
“I’ll moan and scream,” I repeat after him, the sound of my voice coming out quivering and weak. As I start to speak he runs his finger down to between my legs, caressing my wet folds gently. “And then I’ll… beg!” The last word comes out as a gasp, his finger pushing its way past my pussy lips and burying itself deep inside of me.
Slowly, he takes it all the way out, once again running it along the length of my pussy. He only stops when he reaches my clit, first circling it, and then pressing hard on it. It’s stronger than myself: I can’t help but moan.
“That’s a start,” he whispers, running his finger down and sliding it all the way in. Flicking his wrist, he fingers me in a pendulum motion, each time his finger goes in his pace increasing. I’m moaning, and I’m doing it as hard as I can; still, the moment he slides one more finger inside of my pussy I stop moaning. What I do is grit my teeth and scream through them, my eyes shut tight as I succumb to the pleasant warm electricity that fills every single muscle in my body.
He goes fast and vicious, fucking me with his two fingers until I can’t take it anymore. I press my forehead against the wall and let out a loud and mighty scream, my muscles convulsing as pleasure rages through my veins. The moment I start screaming he turns his wrist around and, moving his fingers inside of me, presses hard on my G-spot and starts to rub me there. I scream even louder, my throat already starting to hurt.
“Fuck me…” I whisper, the words tumbling out of my lips like a magic spell. “Fuck me, Arsen…” I repeat, my voice coming out honeyed and mellow. “Please.”
“I told you that you’d beg,” he whispers, still rubbing my G-spot and sending waves of pleasure through me.
“Please, please,” I repeat, intoning the words like a mantra.
“I love the way you beg, Ashley,” he continues, taking his fingers out of my pussy and running them up my stomach, tracing an upward line with my fluids. He goes all the way up to my face, and then presses his fingers against my lips; I open my mouth once more, eager to feel my own juices again. I suck his fingers dry as he moves them in and out of my mouth and, in an instant, it’s over: he takes them out and moves them in a line around my neck and down my back, tracing the curve of my buttocks with maddening patience.
I’ve already stopped screaming, but I’m still breathing hard through my gritted teeth. But the moment he runs his finger over my ass crack, a loud moan fills my mouth. Pressing gently, he slides his finger between my ass cheeks until he finds my anus; there, he presses harder, drawing little perfect circles around it. Then, no warning at all, he slides it in an inch, my body tensing up like a nocked arrow.
“Oh, God!” I mutter, a web of delight covering all of my senses. “Please, Arsen… I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me now… Please.”
Even though I can’t see him, I almost feel his mischievous grin. He takes his finger out of my ass, and in a heartbeat, he’s pressing his cock between my thighs, angling it so that his glans is pushing against my inner lips.
I push my hips back at him and his cock pierces me like a spear, burying itself in me to the hilt. I don’t even moan or scream—for a few seconds, I even stop breathing completely, just taking in the pleasure that he’s injecting in me. His massive cock is straining against my inner walls, filling me up in a way no other man has done before. It’s almost as if Arsen’s cock was designed solely for the purpose of fucking me. For a while, I thought that having something so massive inside of me would hurt… Well, I was mistaken. If there’s any pain, it’s one so well hidden in a veil of pleasure that it’s simply impossible to notice.
Slowly, he slides his cock out, but only to bury it in me again. He starts slowly, the whole notion of time fading away as he thrusts. Seconds stretch into minutes, and minutes into hours. Eternity is at my fingertips, his body on mine the most perfect thing I have ever experienced. And when he starts to thrust harder I almost explode, a cascade of moans climbing up my throat and rolling over my tongue. Not only does he go harder, but he goes faster too, his thighs slapping my ass with such strength that the sound of flesh on flesh fills the whole room.
Lacing my waist with one arm, he lets his hand fall down to my pussy, two fingers reaching for my clit. The moment he applies just a tiny amount of pressure there, I can’t help but let out a scream so loud I’m sure I’m going to have a sore throat tomorrow. But who cares?
I come like a madwoman, pushing my hips back at him with such ferocity that he has no other choice but to slide his cock deeper than before. I grit my teeth as his shaft lodges itself inside me, all of his length pushing back against my inner walls. My forehead is still pressed against the wall, all my muscles burning and trembling with pleasure as I succumb to a perfect orgasm. I take a deep breath, ready to rest for a few seconds, but he doesn’t even allow me that: before the orgasm has subsided he’s pistoning into me again, his body moving with such perfection that I just wish for him to keep going like that for all eternity.
“Oh, God…” I mutter to no one in particular, my arms growing so weak that I have to support myself with my forearms against the wall. Still with his fingers on my clit, he starts to circle it with fast movements, charging my whole body with that sweet electric current of delight.
“Come for me, Ashley,” he says, his voice pushing me toward the edge. “Do it… Don’t hold back.” Just like that I come again, hissing through my gritted teeth as my body starts to convulse. I feel spent and exhausted but somehow I’m still aching for more.
“More…” I beg of him as he starts to slide his cock out of my pussy. “I want more…”
“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” he says, placing both his hands on my waist and turning me around. I turn on my heels quickly and, now facing him, our eyes lock. His expression is one of insatiable hunger and I realize that, from this point on, I won’t have to beg him to fuck me anymore.