SCORE (A Stepbrother Sports Romance)(97)
“Ohhhh! Fuck!” I screamed as my tormented pussy exploded against his mouth. My hips bucked uncontrollably, forcing my body off the ground. He stayed attached to my pussy, his tongue pushing me further and further out of myself. He slipped two fingers inside me easily and fucked me with them. I was swearing, grinding against him, pulling his hair, completely losing myself in rapture. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, all I could do was come.
An eternity passed, filled with my cries, screams, and shrieks until I could take no more and pulled my poor, savaged pussy away from him. I panted while he kissed my sweat-washed, heaving bosom. I had never come so hard without a dick in me. That was very nearly the most intense orgasm of my life and, the good news was, we’d only just begun.
My pussy felt numb, in need of a rest, totally spent, until I ran my hands over the firm chest and hard abs under James’s ripped shirt and down to the belt and zipper on his pants. I pulled them open, with a little help, and his gorgeous prick sprang out like a hard, excited puppy. My pussy was no longer numb. It was suddenly open and twitching again, waiting to be filled and fucked back into shape.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I said, not sure if I was addressing James or his cock. “Fuck me now, baby. I need you, badly.”
He knelt between my spread legs and positioned himself at my slick hole. His firm tip grazed my clit again, deliciously, causing me to inhale sharply. He used the end of his dick to caress my slippery opening, and soft moans escaped from both of us. It was amazing, but my pussy ached to feel him inside it.
As if reading my mind, he made me gasp as he slid himself in—not too fast, not too slow. My mind ridiculously thought of the old train entering a tunnel sex analogy, because he just kept pushing into me, further and further, deeper and deeper, never stopping, until, eventually, I groaned and hit him on the shoulder as he reached a barrier deep inside me. I wanted to cry ‘Oh, my god, I’m so full,’ but all I managed was an indiscernible string of consonants as he began to slide back out. He drove in faster this time, sending shivers of pleasure through me.
I could feel my pussy walls instinctively hugging and caressing every ridge, bump, and vein of his amazing dick as it glided smoothly across them. We moaned in sync as his speed steadily increased. We stared into each other’s eyes, when we could keep them open, and I cupped my breasts and pushed them up to my chin for his pleasure. I could feel him throbbing at the sight, which sent another mini spark of ecstasy tingling across my skin. He took a tit in each hand and squeezed, mashed and caressed them at will, as I felt my loins heat up again. He banged me at a steady pace, sliding in and out perfectly, rekindling the spark of orgasm that hadn’t quite died out from earlier. I pushed myself onto him, faster and faster, reveling in the feel of him stretching me and chasing another climax that was getting closer and closer with every movement.
We sped up, bashing our hips together with more and more force as I could feel myself close to coming again. My moans turned into one long solid groan as heat built up at the very center of me. That heat start to escape, like the first rivulets of molten lava as it begins to pour from the top of an erupting volcano, just before the rest of the fire and mantle breaks out and follows it, splashing down the mountainside.
My groan became a cry and he stopped, dead still. My hips were off the ground, involuntarily grinding my pussy on him as I came, simply fucking him like a sex toy, shoving him inside as fast as I could as the fire ripped through me again. I managed to heave myself up, wrap my arms around his neck, and force myself against him as my orgasm finally started to subside. I was panting, simply still, impaled on his amazing cock, blissed but wondering way he still hadn’t come.
“Are you okay?” I managed to get out between breaths.
“I’m more than okay.” He smiled. “You’re amazing. I just want to keep fucking you, to keep you coming forever.”
Oh, my god. Again, he managed to drag my exhausted pussy back into throbbing for him.
“I think, pretty soon, you’ll have managed that.” I smiled back at him. “But I want you, baby. I want your cum. I need it.”
I got off him and stood up. I hadn’t even realized I still had my skirt and top on, albeit pulled up over my breasts. I still wore my cowboy boots as well, which was crazy-hot. Standing up, I could see over the bushes, but there was no one around. I dragged him off the ground and pushed him against the dead tree. He thudded into it hard, but I was on him, kissing his mouth and fondling his proud shaft. I kept pumping him with my fist as I turned around.
“Don’t move,” I warned him.
I bent forward and pushed my butt towards him, guiding his shaft towards my waiting hole. Again, he slipped straight in, fitting me perfectly. I stole a look over my shoulder and saw his face, eyes wild with desire, staring at my butt as I slid my pussy back and forth on him.
“Oh, fuck, oh, Summer,” he grunted, “that feels so good, baby.”
I looked back again, smiling at him as I put my hand on his chest to keep him still. A car honked its horn at us as it drove by. I hope they enjoyed the show. I shoved my ass against him, harder and faster. His breathing grew more ragged and his words disintegrated into meaningless grunts. I could feel him getting close, feel his cock throbbing inside me. I loved the feeling of power I got from bringing him off—that I could make him empty every drop of fluid at my will, or simply stop and leave him full to bursting.