Page 5 of No, For An Answer
The squelching sounds coming from his assault on my throat remind me of what it sounds like slushing through mud. The heavy grunts that come from his throat spur me on as he fucks my face. My drool dripping from the corner of my mouth as his thrusts get harder and he pulls out less and less. The tip of my nose is pressed against his pelvic bone as he takes a stepforward, bending me back into a contorted position. I claw at his thighs for balance because,what the fuck?
“Get your hands off my thighs, love.” Our eyes meet, tears spill over my cheeks. “Trust me,” he commands. I nod as I let go of his thighs and allow him to suspend my weight back. “Now,” he continues, “I’m going to come down that pretty throat and you’re going to swallow all of it.” The tone of his voice completely different from before.
“Nod if you understand.” I nod once again. His other foot joins the other, one step behind my head and my knees burn from the stretch of my quad muscles.
He crouches down slightly, clasping the back of my head with both of his hands and thrusts into me over and over again as I cough and splutter. I count the eight thrusts before I feel his balls draw up against my chin and his warm, salty cum spurts down the back of my throat and I swallow. I swallow every fucking bit like it’s the last supper and god himself blessed me with his Holy juice.
“Jesus, fucking, Christ!” The bark makes me flinch. Yanking himself free from my mouth I drop back onto my hands, my breathing frantic and irregular.
I sit there for a few seconds trying to catch my breath. Not for long though as he lunges forward, grabbing me under my armpits and hoists me up.
“I need to taste you. Put your legs over my shoulders and hold onto the doorframe.” The way he just orders me about is making me fucking feral. Who have I turned into? Usually when I fuck someone from a bar it’s over quicker than you can say ‘thanks for the ride.’
Except here, with him, I don’t want this to end. Hopefully, I get to fuck him more than once tonight. Hopefully, this is a man that will stay in my memory bank for a long, long time. One Icompare all other sexual exploits with. He looks late twenties, maybe, but he fucks like he’s older.
Right now who gives a fuck? Not me, because I wrap both my legs over his shoulders like he instructed. My back hits the door and I reach up, grasping the door frame like my fucking life depends on it.
“Come back to me, Ashley,” his voice floating into my ears as I look down at him and watch as he slides his hands up the side of my thighs, ruching my mini skirt up to my waist. The action although nothing special, is unusually erotic to me right now. His hard, calloused hands grazing my soft, delicate skin deliciously slow.
“Watch me eat your cunt.” Holy fuck, ok. I look down as he slides two fingers inside my neon green thong, running his nose up my slit and taking the deepest of breaths.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out as he sucks my clit into his mouth at the same time as he thrusts two, thick fingers into my awaiting pussy. “Yes, yes, yes,” I chant into the stuffy, sex filled room. I watch as he pulls his fingers from me and lifts me away from the door. I grasp the back of his head to balance myself before I’m thrown onto the bed with a thump. He drops to his knees in front of me, a devilish grin on his face as he pushes my legs wide and back against my chest.
“Hold them there and don’t come.” Lacing his fingers back into the fabric of my thong he pulls it over one ass cheek to give him a better view. I watch as he lifts me just under my ass and runs his flattened tongue over my back hole and up to my pussy.
“Holy shit!” I screech. The sounds of his enjoyment at eating both my ass and my pussy constrict my chest as they fill the room. I’ve never had someone eat my ass before and I must say, I’m not fucking mad at it. If the slurping and spaced-out moaning that’s coming from his throat are anything to go by,then I think he’s enjoying it just as much, if not more, than me right now.
“Oh shit. Please don’t stop.” I’m begging. Begging because he feels so fucking good. His rock-hard cock standing at attention as I look back down at the scene in front of me. If I’d have known this was going to happen, I’d have foregone my date with Clive, the sandal wearing, bible basher and made a move on Nathan the moment I walked into the bar. Because I knew he was there all along.
His broad, muscular back was the first thing I saw when I entered the dingy building and I also saw the side glance he gave me when I ordered my drink. I just got the feeling he wasn’t interested by the way he broke the eye contact. I was clearly fucking wrong because the way he is devouring me right now is criminal.
“Fuck me… Please fucking fuck me!” I scream. He laughs. I groan. Lifting his hand, he smacks my pussy and I cry out again.
“Fucking beg for it, Ashley.” He growls as he crawls between my legs.
“Please, Nathan.”
“More.”
“I need your cock inside me,” I whimper.
“More, Ashley! Say what you really want. Don’t fucking hold back.”
If I die. I’m fine with it.
Dropping my head back against the mattress, I close my eyes tightly and fist the comforter. “Fill my cunt with your fat fucking cock!”
“That’s my girl,” he laughs at my announcement. My tone is laced with extreme frustration because I need him inside me. He reaches between us, lining himself up with my entrance and slides his cock up and down. Coating his length with my wetness.Then in one single, deep thrust, I’ve taken each inch of him inside me, and my mouth forms an ‘O’ as I scream out.
Leaning up onto his forearms, he looks me dead in the eyes before he speaks. “This won’t be gentle, love. I needed to fuck you the moment you walked into that disgusting bar.”
I crank my neck in his direction, running my tongue up and over his Adam’s apple, all the way over his chin. I press my lips as close to his as I can without them touching and breathe. “Hurt me.”
His eyes darken as he looks down into my eyes and I hope with every single inch of my being that he can see how desperately I want this. Need this. Need him even. Pulling back he slams his cock back inside me and a smile begins to form on both our faces as he fucks me hard and fast into a psychotic oblivion.
His thrusts are hard, the sound of his thighs slapping against mine as they connect. He’s driving into me like I’m the last woman he will ever fuck and the feeling of him stretching me out is fucking painful at first. But the wetter I get, the more he talks dirty to me and the more I open up to him, the quicker the pain turns to fucking pleasure. Wrapping both hands round my throat, he squeezes and smiles down at me.
“Choke for me.”
