Page 103 of Pucking the Team
The climax was intensified. My ass pulsed around the plug, sending extra fingers of electric sensation through my body.
He didn’t let up. He kept on pushing my orgasm further, working my clit harder.
The spasms abated, but only for a second because then his efforts threw me into more climactic waves.
“Oh God, yes…again…I’m coming again.” I locked eyes with him, but only for a few seconds, and then I was thrown into another full-blown powerful orgasm. My pussy was ravaged with bliss, squeezing and releasing his cock.
“Good…girl,” he said, suddenly sitting back on his haunches.
He gripped his cock, and I recognized his orgasm face as he reveled in pleasure but didn’t come.
And then he was back, thrusting into me. “Take another,” he said, dropping over me and speaking onto my lips. “Take more, take what you need.”
“Oh…oh, Dylan, it’s so much.” My entire pelvis was a mass of sensation, the crests of pleasure weren’t abating.
“It’s never too much. Come again…come again, little girl…now.” He scooped one hand beneath me, in the hollow of my back, and pulled me closer.
The slight change of position gave him a new angle, and my clit instantly reacted. Soon the pressure was spiking again; the need to come, to let the waves of ecstasy take hold wastoo much to bear. I cried out and was taken to a new level of pleasure.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said. “So hot under me like this, wailing, writhing, gripping my cock with your wet pussy. Come again and let me feel your pleasure. Let me see your face when you forget everything except me fucking you while my plug is up your ass.”
His dirty words had me spiraling into bliss again, and I fought the binds on my arms and arched, pushing into him. He was all I knew in that moment. He owned me. His wide tough body over mine was all I needed to feel everything I wanted.
I cried out again, not caring about the volume of my wail of satisfaction.
He reached up and yanked the silk holding my arms hostage above my head. Instantly, I could feel the freedom and I clasped his shoulders, the end of the silk lying half over my brow.
“Oh God…” he moaned. “I’m going to…” He withdrew.
His cock was so big and dark and shiny with my arousal.
“Jerk me off…” he demanded breathlessly. “Jerk me off, I’m going to come, I’m going to come…on you.”
I did as he’d asked and clutched his hot, steely cock.
He closed his eyes. “And my…balls.”
Quickly I cupped his balls. Squeezing them gently, I worked his cock hard and fast.
He cried out, an animalistic sound that filled the room. The first shot of cum landed on my stomach, filling my navel. He stilled, and his muscles tensed to granite, more pleasure rushing from his slit. I kept on working him, watching him, feeling everything while my body was racked with aftershocks from my own orgasms.
“Pip,” he gasped. “That is…” He was staring down at me. His pupils were wide and his dark eyes full of a new gentleness. “You are the sweetest…fuck…”
He collapsed on top of me, but only for a moment because then he rolled to the side. Which was just as well as he’d jolted the air from my lungs.
“Dylan…” I swallowed, my throat dry. “I didn’t think…I have never…”
“Had so many orgasms in one go.”
“Yes, that…and…up my…”
“It all adds to the fun.” He was breathless.
“How many…I mean…how many times did you…?”
“I dunno, three orgasms before I came.” He bent his arm and rested his forearm over his eyes. “It takes stamina, but fuck it’s worth it, otherwise it’s all over in a few seconds. Us guys aren’t lucky like you women, we don’t get long in the pleasure zone.”
For a moment I lay there thinking about what he’d said, then I shifted my hips and was reminded of the plug in my ass.
