pure pleasure racing through me, nothing but her
mouth and hand, and the feelings they were creating filling my head. I groaned
as she started sucking on my balls, knowing I couldn’t stop her now. I was
weak, I was an addict: sex my drug. I needed it constantly, needed the euphoria
to blank out every shit feeling I’d ever felt, and it did. It made me forget,
and all I wanted was to forget. Plus, sex made me feel like I was needed, wanted, and not a piece of trash to be thrown away.
I groaned as she
flicked my Prince Albert again. It was incredibly sensitive there, giving me
more pleasure than the average man. It sent shivers up my cock, making me
clench my thighs so I didn’t come, although that was all I wanted to do. She
started sucking my cock again, making me want to fill her mouth with my seed,
or even better, to throw her onto the bed and enter her, to feel the warmth and
tightness surrounding my cock, because no matter how hard she tried she
couldn’t get all of it inside of her mouth.
I pulled my cock
out of her mouth and grabbed her, throwing her onto the bed. She squealed, but
I was beyond caring. Once sex was started, I couldn’t stop. I needed it now,
wanted it now, and would take it now. I kicked off my boxers and yanked open my
drawer, pulling out a condom. Desperate to get inside of her, I rolled it on
fast, almost ripping it in my excitement. Then I went for her. She looked
scared, but she had initiated this, and all women groaned and cried for more
once I was inside of them.
I grabbed her hips
and pulled her closer, then took a hold of my cock and pushed inside of her,
making her shout out, the woman’s eyes widening to abnormal proportions. She
looked in pain, but she would be in pleasure soon, because, although my cock
was big, it always made the ladies writhe in ecstasy.
I let out a groan
as I pushed deeper inside of her, the woman so tight, warm, wet, and oh so
fucking perfect. I grabbed a hold of her perfect ass and pulled her even
closer, then I started to fuck her like she’d never been fucked before.
I stared into her eyes
as I penetrated her. Once I was inside of a woman, they were my lover and I was
theirs. I knew it was a fantasy, but I preferred to live a lie than my dark reality,
and if it was physically possible, I would stay inside of a woman continuously,
so the illusion never ended.
I slammed inside
of her again and again, lost in the euphoria, lost in her. She undulated beneath
me, looking like she couldn’t get enough of what I was doing. I leaned down and
latched onto one of her glorious breasts. I began sucking it, unable to get
enough of her soft breast and hard nipple. She started keening, telling me yes continuously in English; no not part of the equation, because this
couldn’t be wrong. Nothing about the pleasure I was receiving and giving could
ever be wrong. I wanted to consume her, to have her scream my name, which I
knew I would get, because “Alessandro” was already falling from her lips, her
voice going higher and higher with every thrust of my cock and suck of her
breast.
She placed a hand
on my head, pushing my face even more into her beautiful bosom. And I never
pulled away from what a woman wanted, so I mauled her tits, totally lost in the
pleasure. She thrust her pussy into me hard, crying out my name even louder. Realizing
she was climaxing, I clamped down on one of her nipples, putting extra pressure
on the hard bud. Her body went rigid in response, then she screamed out loud
enough for the whole house to hear.
As she sagged, her
orgasm starting to wane, I latched onto her other breast and did the same to
that nipple, making her arch and cry out again, her body not realizing it had
finished, nor wanting to either, the pleasure everything. She dug her
fingernails into my head, the pain so fucking delicious it made my cock twitch
inside of her. I needed to come too, needed to have my body fucked as well as
my mind.
As she came for
the second time, I
mouth and hand, and the feelings they were creating filling my head. I groaned
as she started sucking on my balls, knowing I couldn’t stop her now. I was
weak, I was an addict: sex my drug. I needed it constantly, needed the euphoria
to blank out every shit feeling I’d ever felt, and it did. It made me forget,
and all I wanted was to forget. Plus, sex made me feel like I was needed, wanted, and not a piece of trash to be thrown away.
I groaned as she
flicked my Prince Albert again. It was incredibly sensitive there, giving me
more pleasure than the average man. It sent shivers up my cock, making me
clench my thighs so I didn’t come, although that was all I wanted to do. She
started sucking my cock again, making me want to fill her mouth with my seed,
or even better, to throw her onto the bed and enter her, to feel the warmth and
tightness surrounding my cock, because no matter how hard she tried she
couldn’t get all of it inside of her mouth.
I pulled my cock
out of her mouth and grabbed her, throwing her onto the bed. She squealed, but
I was beyond caring. Once sex was started, I couldn’t stop. I needed it now,
wanted it now, and would take it now. I kicked off my boxers and yanked open my
drawer, pulling out a condom. Desperate to get inside of her, I rolled it on
fast, almost ripping it in my excitement. Then I went for her. She looked
scared, but she had initiated this, and all women groaned and cried for more
once I was inside of them.
I grabbed her hips
and pulled her closer, then took a hold of my cock and pushed inside of her,
making her shout out, the woman’s eyes widening to abnormal proportions. She
looked in pain, but she would be in pleasure soon, because, although my cock
was big, it always made the ladies writhe in ecstasy.
I let out a groan
as I pushed deeper inside of her, the woman so tight, warm, wet, and oh so
fucking perfect. I grabbed a hold of her perfect ass and pulled her even
closer, then I started to fuck her like she’d never been fucked before.
I stared into her eyes
as I penetrated her. Once I was inside of a woman, they were my lover and I was
theirs. I knew it was a fantasy, but I preferred to live a lie than my dark reality,
and if it was physically possible, I would stay inside of a woman continuously,
so the illusion never ended.
I slammed inside
of her again and again, lost in the euphoria, lost in her. She undulated beneath
me, looking like she couldn’t get enough of what I was doing. I leaned down and
latched onto one of her glorious breasts. I began sucking it, unable to get
enough of her soft breast and hard nipple. She started keening, telling me yes continuously in English; no not part of the equation, because this
couldn’t be wrong. Nothing about the pleasure I was receiving and giving could
ever be wrong. I wanted to consume her, to have her scream my name, which I
knew I would get, because “Alessandro” was already falling from her lips, her
voice going higher and higher with every thrust of my cock and suck of her
breast.
She placed a hand
on my head, pushing my face even more into her beautiful bosom. And I never
pulled away from what a woman wanted, so I mauled her tits, totally lost in the
pleasure. She thrust her pussy into me hard, crying out my name even louder. Realizing
she was climaxing, I clamped down on one of her nipples, putting extra pressure
on the hard bud. Her body went rigid in response, then she screamed out loud
enough for the whole house to hear.
As she sagged, her
orgasm starting to wane, I latched onto her other breast and did the same to
that nipple, making her arch and cry out again, her body not realizing it had
finished, nor wanting to either, the pleasure everything. She dug her
fingernails into my head, the pain so fucking delicious it made my cock twitch
inside of her. I needed to come too, needed to have my body fucked as well as
my mind.
As she came for
the second time, I
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