Page 50 of Pragma
His shaft is hard again, peeking out from the slit on the front of the crotchless panties. That’s so fucking sensual. I can see it standing up in the glass’s reflection, leaking precum from the cute pink tip. I want to taste it.
“Why are you getting bigger inside me?” he moans.
“Place your hand on the window,” I command instead of replying. He follows my order straight away, as desperate as me to feel my dick working his hole, not caring about the precarious position. Trusting me completely.
All my control falls to pieces when he presses against the glass, shifts his hips, and pushes back, allowing me to get even deeper in his tight ass. I bottom out, balls pressing against his, and Aki makes a little sound that urges me to grab tighter on his thighs, to spread them more and begin to pound into him at a frantic rhythm. I want to listen to every little noise he makes. Learn what it takes to make him scream.
“You are taking me so well,” I snarl on his nape, as I continue fucking upward into his ass.
“Ahhh, keep giving it to me.” He sounds utterly lost to the ecstasy I’m pumping into him.
That’s when I really and truly start to fuck him. Jolting his body like a toy made for the sole purpose to pleasure me. Our skin slaps together, sweaty and hot, feeling shockingly intense. I’m fucking drilling my way into him, like my dick is trying to tuck itself inside him forever.
“I’m going to thrust into you until you’re not pissed anymore,” I let him know.
“For eternity then,” he teases, and screams as I bounce his ass even faster.
“That undisciplined mouth. I keep getting horny because you won’t stop provoking me.”
He whimpers, eyeing me with such profound lust. “With a hole this deep, I’m the only one who can satisfy this extraterrestrial cock of yours.”
The truth is that I don’t care. I don’t want to do this with anybody else.
I wish we could melt into one another and become a sole being.
“Anyone looking out their windows can see how well you are at taking my big cock,” I tease.
“Let them look. Just keep ramming my ass. Right there! Fuck.”
“What a greedy bitch.”
“Fuck you…sir!” It turns me on when he gets all feisty.
“Then why are you squeezing my dick so hard when I’m degrading you?”
“Because…oh shit, you feel so fucking good!”
“You got so tight, I almost blew my load. You like when I call you my bitch?”
“Call me bitch again, and I’ll gouge your eyes out with my fingers,” he threatens me, adding a murderous glare that makes me go crazy.
“Your asshole is more honest than you are. The way it’s strangling me tells me it doesn’t want anything but me in it.”
“It wants you to shut it, but don’t stop the thrusting.”
“Never,” I promise. “I’ll give it to you hard all night.”
I’m losing my mind over the infinite bliss he is giving me. His body tenses over mine, and then he starts vibrating around mydick, massaging it, squeezing it, milking it so damn good as he cries out, shooting jizz all over the window. Did he just orgasm untouched?
The thought turns me the fuck on, and I start giving him shallow, fast pumps.
“Can I come inside you?” I ask, out of breath. My arms are starting to ache, but I keep lifting and dropping him.
“You already did,” he whispers. He’s right. It’s like my balls have been trying to impregnate him. And once again, they draw up and empty all my juice deep inside. The pleasure is so powerful, I lean forward, pushing him more tightly against the glass.
When I open my eyes, his reflection is staring at me deeply—I barely see the lights from outside. His cheeks are pink, and he has a satisfied look on his face. Our shoulders rise and fall with heavy breaths. I slowly lower him down until his feet touch the floor. My dick slides out of his heat as I brace my forearm above his head on the window.
He lets out a breathless, contented sigh that does terrible things to my hopeless heart. My eyes fall, and my hand lands on his ass, thumb brushing his entrance. It makes his legs tremble. “Push out. I want to see my load dripping down.”
