Her lips were on his before he could get an answer. They connected and overwhelmed as she surged with ferocity, fingers digging into his flesh as it slipped into his shirt to stroke his skin. It travelled to his nipples, darted until it stroked and feathered. A choked groan escaped him as his hips jerked upwards in starved desperation. His hands choosing to knead over her back, moving to cup her ass.
The climb to pleasure was fast, but slow enough for him to absorb it. Time seemed to stretch as his lips sought hers, and hers his. All thoughts were lost as her lips seduced him into whimpered submission, her tongue expertly coaxing soft moans from his lips as she keyed it to the pulse of his cock beneath her core. Each rough thrust of her hips over his covered cock was a surge of pleasure through his veins. And his cock only begged for more.
He was hungry when she parted from him in a lewd trail of saliva, confused when she slammed him tight against the toilet seat. His head was tossed back to lean against the wall as her lips trailed down his neck and suckled, creating hickies over his skin. He was lost as she fought him, alarmed when he could no longer control her as her fingers slipped down to pop his cock, wet and free from his pants. She silenced him with a nibble of his ear or a smooth lick of sensitive flesh that had him quaking, his voice lost in rough moany gasps.
She stroked, so damn fast and so damn hard, wrist working with expert speed as she looked him in the eye with a smirk and a tongue to her lips. And the climb to pleasure became a rush, a bullet through his system. Molten heat exploded and tore through him, it spasmed and weakened him the more it surged, until his body was heaving, his fingers numb and his eyes wide open as it stared blankly into hers.
She mouthed something as her hand slammed against his lips.
And then he came, a hoarse dizzying scream bruised his throat as cum spurted from his cock. He was blinded, light filling him as his eyes rolled and he shook and orgasmed to the sprint of her pumping fists. He was squirming when it ebbed, making sounds of protest when she continued pumping him out.
"We stop, when I tell you we stop," she hissed and his heart thudded, sight shaking as he stared at her, horrified. There was a moment when his head grew fearful of her statement. A brief creep of fear that stretched its fingers into the fissures of his heart. But she gave him no time to think about whether or not his cock would rise. Or if he'd disappointed her.
Because his cock did rouse when she engulfed it deep down her throat.
He choked, the sound was sloppy as she went up and down with each lubricated stroke of her mouth. His cock was melting in her liquid warmth, her tongue coaxing it to stand far too quickly and far too easily for his body to handle. And so he shook and trembled as he stared at her with parting thighs, his penis so sensitive that each stroke of her tongue was etched with a faint buzz of discomfort.
"Wait," he tried to stop her, moving forward but it only succeeded in pushing himself deeper into her lips. "W-wait. I—"
She didn't seem to care, swallowing him down into her throat. And there she remained, his cock deep and tight against her tonsils for a moment as she swirled her damned tongue around sensitive soft flesh, as she stared up at him with eyes that had his heart racing. He could come again on just this sight alone. Her eyes, hazel and dilated with lust. His thighs trembled as it struggled not to.
But she hummed, throat closing over the head of his penis, the struggle not to gag squirmed in her teary, reflex-stinged eyes. And she did gag, her throat closed over him, it twisted, spun and squeezed as it rejected him. She said something, a garbled sound over his rod of meat.
A word that almost seemed like 'two'.
And then he was coming again, deep into her throat. The shrieked cry was unstoppable as he went weak in her grasp. She continued to suck and suck on him as if he tasted good, as if his semen weren't a bitter cocktail of slimy crap. The pleasure was wildfire as it was squeezed out of his throbbing cock.
The orgasm seized him, his muscles were spasming as he allowed himself to fall into his climax. A full-bodied intense shudder that shattered within him again and again. He was left weak and sagging at the end of it, thighs shaking from the intensity of the orgasm as he slid carelessly onto the floor. A hand propped to support himself.
The muscle spasms were making this a workout at this point.
"A-Amber..."
"So loud," she shook her head, tasting her lips. He weakly watched as she spat the remainder down the toilet. She tested her jaw, rubbing it as she glanced at him. He opened his mouth, feeling the need to go down on her as well. But she squinted at his cock, then back at him. His eyes flew open when she pulled up her shirt, exposing full round breasts to his eyes.
His cock swelled.
"Impressive," she hummed as she ripped open the foil of the condom, peeling it open to reveal the dripping silicone. She tugged it, testing its efficiency as he inched back nervously. Too weak to really deny her advances. "You really get hard quickly."
"I-I'm still sensitive, I can't—"
She went down on him again, lips closing over his cock as she wrapped him with the condom. She bobbed, rose up and down forcing the pleasure to burrow through his bones and blossom to life. The smile that grazed her lips was that of a kid on Christmas.
"S-sunshine—"
She sat on him with a soft groan, folds wrapping over his cock and taking him deep in one quick move despite the burn of stretch. He hissed closing his eyes, then snapped them open when the darkness made the pleasure so much sharper. He could do this. He knew he could. With two orgasms and a cock that was almost numbed from over sensitivity, he was sure he could last long enough if he dragged out each thrust.
So he began slowly, moving in attempt to press her to the ground so that he could roll his hips like he practiced. So that it wouldn't hurt for her, and he could last long enough to satisfy just a bit. But a low growl of defiance from her lips drew him out of his practiced plan, and he was back on the ground before he knew it. His eyes snapped open as his legs bumped into the door noisily. The space was limited so he was left with parted, bent legs as she sat over his cock. Fully.
"You're not in control here," she murmured, and his heart pounded as he watched her twist her nipples between her fingers. Her hands moved down to her clit, rubbing it in quick circles as she moaned over him. Her folds, warm, wet liquid squeezed and made his lower belly ache with heat spasmed around him. "I'm," she panted, "the damn top today. You're my fucking bottom."
His heart stopped.
"Huh?" he gaped softly, although he knew his cheeks were turning red at her words.
"That's right sucker," she laughed, "lie back and fucking take it."
She smiled, leaning down as her hips moved. He choked, whimpered as she slammed her hips down on him, forcing his legs wide open. She swooped down on him with a sloppy kiss, missed his mouth more than once when she impaled herself again and again, until his toes were clenching and squirming and his legs were wrapped around her.
The orgasm should have arrived, but it seemed to tremble and stop, at a certain point. His cock felt so full and so damn painful, and the pleasure rose and reached its peak but still he didn't come. Her broken thrusts hammering him against the floor. He only noticed a few minutes later when his hand inched down to his cock that she'd somehow managed to attach a cock ring in his moments of struggle for composure.
"You're not leaving until I cum," she chuckled through a panted gasp and Oliver was almost close to tears, his cock rigid and soaking wet with her cum.
"H-how can you do this to me?" he gasped. It would have been a good idea if it didn't feel like this.
"Thought it'd be fun since you're so concerned over pleasing me."
"B-but this is torture!" he wailed.
He shivered, and thrusted back erratic and mad as another rasped moan slipped from his lips along with a hushed whispered beg. He tried to touch her, tried to move her from his body. But her strength triumphed his in his moment of orgasm weakness, and he lay floundering as he reached for anything to hold him steady, his hands squeezing over the curved ridge of the floor.
"Are you giving up so easily?" she panted. "Where's your fighting, dominating spirit, baby?"
"B-baby..."
"You should know that I'm," she huffed, catching her breath, "good at taking care of you too." She glared as she continued bouncing over him. "You don't have to lie about being dominating if you don't want to fucking be!"
"B-but you like it—" he gasped.
"Well fuck you for making sex decisions about me." She laughed, impaling herself harder until their flesh slapped together, so loud he could hear it over the shower. "I love seeing you like this. Fucking lost in pleasure, unable to stop me." He shivered, gripping on to whatever he could hold for his dear life.
"Amber let me cum..."
"I'm almost there, if you show me your face and stop hiding it under your arms."
The pleasure grew too much and too painful quickly, until he was panting for air.
"Please. Please—" he gasped, trying to look at her through the glaze of his tears, but he didn't get to see much as his eyes fluttered to a close. She came, thankfully, a death inducing squeeze of her vagina signalled her end as she climaxed around him. Her cunt ravaged him, tortured him as it stretched and crushed again and again until she was shaking around him. The relax and the pulverising squeeze a excruciating torture that had his mouth opening and closing in a silent pleasure filled scream.
She slipped off as he groaned and stared at his penis, the ruddiest he'd ever seen in his years of life. She slapped it, a tap that had him screeching as pleasure shot through his back along with pain from oversensitivity. He glared so hard she was sure she got scared, because she shot him a soft sorry before her fingers continued to pump him in soft gentle strokes as she slipped the condom off him.
"Take the ring off," he begged, as she thumbed the frenulum, rubbed it in slow circles and then used the web of her hands to stroke him in soft, feathered moves. It was repetitive, and yet the simple none abusive motion made him grow even more aroused and begging. His cock dripping not only with her juices, but also with copious amounts of his pre. The shivers that ran down his spine continued to run.
"I'm thinking about it," she said. "We've still got time."
"Wanna cum." He repeated, words garbled and muffled as he shifted his hips.
Her fingers reached for his cheek, stroking as she smiled and then it creeped down to his throat. It feathered to the movements of the hand on his cock, moving to graze the sensitive veins on his neck. She squeezed lightly, stopping just a little oxygen filled blood to his brain. His lips parted as a choked moan escaped. Holy fuck.
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