Page 34 of Seduction
I was still shocked by the back-to-back orgasms as Sparrow eased over me. The way he proceeded was almost ceremonious as he separated my thighs, held his cock, and guided it toward my globe. My pussy quickened, surrendering to his will, as we kept our lustful gazes on each other. Then the point of no return arrived, and his shaft plunged into my depths.
I could feel every ounce of his magnificent girth, and I tossed my head back and croaked, “Oh.”
More noises ensued out of me. I closed my eyes, allowing my nerves to feel him. In and out, he shifted, stretching my tight pussy to kingdom come.
I folded my arms around his neck and placed the side of my face against his. He thrusted. His sweet musk helped drive me to my peak.
“Oh my God,” I cried unrestrainedly.
Because I was feeling it—really feeling it. It wasn’t a neurological-brain-stimulation orgasm that occurred from all the emotions that were tethered to the act of having sex—being desired, feeling close to someone I was attracted to, and the exercise itself. No, it was a real physiological orgasm caused by the thrusting, his low moans, his hard body on top of me, and his fingers digging into the linens on each side of my head.
Harder, faster, rhythmically, he thrusted.
Holy shit.I had no idea a dick could make a vagina feel that way. My nerve endings tingled each time his cock brushed them.
I tilted my hips toward his movement. My body tensed as his mouth clamped down over mine and we kissed greedily.
“Oh my,” I whimpered, wanting to call him by his first name, as a real intravaginal, penile-aroused orgasm threatened to surge through my pussy for the first time in my life.
Then he nailed me deep with his manhood and held himself very still.
“What?” I breathed heavily, still chasing his dick with my hips. I had awakened out of my stupor, disappointed that he’d stopped, and the climactic sensation disappeared.
“Wait,” he whispered, fastening my hips to the bed. “I don’t want to come yet. You’re so fucking sexy. You’re making me come faster than usual.”
“I never thought I would come at all, not intravaginally, at least,” I said breathlessly.
Suddenly his interest quickened. “What do you mean?”
He stared at me with a curious frown. Surely he knew what I was alluding to, but maybe not. I was starting to realize that Dr. Sparrow was one of those on-the-nose people who rarely let themselves read between the lines to find the true meaning of what was being spoken.
“I was about to have an orgasm before you stopped, and no guy I’ve ever been with could do what you just did. Even when you went down on me.” That was a mouthful for such a moment, but I wanted him to understand me completely.
“Can we do this again and often?” he asked.
I tried not to chuckle. “Are you always this exact?”
“Yes,” he said and began indulgently pumping his cock in and out of my pussy.
I closed my eyes and sucked air. “Fuck.”
His mouth moved over mine, and we tongued deeply.
In, out, in, out, he moved. Orgasmic sensations returned just as fast as they’d gone away, and I directed the sensitive area of my pussy toward the action.
We kissed and groaned, and I felt unable to merge close enough with him.
“Oh shit!” he roared. His body tensed against me.
“I’m going to come,” I announced.
He relaxed a bit, and I could tell he was trying to hold on for me. I wanted to climax intravaginally and prove that Sparrow was indeed a sex god.
Then it caught and spread through me like wildfire. My eyes expanded. I felt choked but still cried out to the Almighty as my pussy and thighs quivered.
When my body went still, Sparrow slid out of me, guided me onto my stomach, raised me by the hips, and set me on my knees.
“I’m going to fuck you like I did in my fantasy,” he announced as he slammed his dick into my pussy.
