Page 48 of Kneeling to Candy

She screams, her head thrown back in ecstasy. “AGAIN!”

My hips take over, brutally railing her exquisite cunt. The slickness between her legs grows in volume with each harsh slam of my thrusts, evident by the squelching sounds of her wetness bouncing off the walls of the closet.

It’s me creating the mess between her thighs, me who’s giving her pleasure. Pride drives me into a frenzy, bucking for the finish line.

Sweat drips down my spine as Candy’s manicured nails slice across the surface of my back. The sting of exposed flesh adds tension in my heavy balls, slamming against her ass with each plow of my hips.

I’m beyond ready to fill her with my release.

My woman must be a damn mind reader, sensing I’m close. “Don’t come. Not yet. Not yet,” Candy chants, her pussy quaking slightly around my rigid cock.

A normal man wouldn’t last long at this pace. Half the male population would blow their load less than five minutes in. The other half wouldn’t have the leg strength to endure the physical efforts.

But I’m far from normal. I’ve got a woman who likes to delay gratification until she’s had her fill. Sheer willpower keeps my focus on satisfying my goddess. My prize for my obedience will be her glorious cunt squeezing my spunk from my cock.

As if this woman could turn me on any more, she shoves two of her fingers into my mouth. “Suck, biker boy.”

Obeying her orders like the good submissive I am, my lips eagerly latch on, my tongue swirling around her slender digits. I can’t wait to see what she does with them.

When her fingers are lubricated with my saliva, she pulls them from my wet mouth with a pop and snakes them between us to the pretty trigger button between her legs.

She groans as she works her clit, in tight little circles, making her inner muscles quiver around my dick in the best kind of torture.

“Fuck, Goddess. You feel so good when your pussy is gripping my cock.”

Half-hooded brown eyes meet mine. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you,” I growl. “I want every bit of you.”

Moans pour from her pretty, parted, round lips. “Again.”

“I want you. I want you. I want you,” I chant, half-delirious from prolonging my release. “I want you always.”

All at once, Candy’s body bows away from the wall, pressing her tits against my sweat-slick chest. She screams through her orgasm, her pussy pulsing deliciously along my shaft. Her body convulses in my arms as I continue to pummel her snatch with bruising force.

“Goddess,” I beg, my body shaking from holding back my oncoming orgasm. The base of my backbone is alive with current, making my balls ache from restraining my need.

“Fill me,” Candy demands on a cry, her sex squeezing my cock in a stranglehold.

My hips snap upward into her three more times before my vision goes white. I explode with violent relief, roaring as I fill her cunt with ropes of my release. She’s brimming with our juices. My cum spills from her thoroughly abused pussy, falling with soft splats onto the acid-stained concrete floors at my feet.

We make a beautiful mess together.

My arms and legs shake from my extended efforts. Still, I hold my woman upright, unable to pull myself from the heaven between her legs yet. I pant into the crook of Candy’s willowy neck, slowly regaining my vision and strength.

We say nothing as we come down from our high. Only the sound of our labored breaths fills the storage space.

After what seems like mere seconds, Candy runs her fingers along the scar on my neck, coaxing my body to relax. “Time to put me back on my feet, biker boy.”

“No,” I refuse, holding her tighter. Fuck obedience for one more minute.

Soft snickers fill the space. I pull away from my woman’s neck, finding her smirking at me. I love her little vixen smile. It’s playful yet sinful. It’s a smile she reserves for only me. And like her, it’s mine.

Leaning in, she presses her full lips against mine, stealing the air from my lungs. She runs her fingers through my cropped hair, her nails trailing along my scalp. Her touch has me moaning against her lips, desperate for more of her caresses and kisses. If we keep this up, I’ll be stiff inside her once again.

Round two is pretty damn tempting.

Too quickly, Candy’s lips leave mine. I chase after her, getting one last peck before she presses a finger to my mouth, halting me. She rims my lips with her finger, teasing me more. I’m half out of my mind with lust for her—I’m not above buying Super Glue and applying it to my lips to keep her attached to me.

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