Page 46 of The Secret Experimentation
Suddenly, he pulls back. My hole clenches on nothing. Feeling so fucking empty, my cheek’s on fire and I whimper. But in the next moment, I’m on my back. My legs pushed close to my chest. In a swift slide he’s again inside me, and I let out a contented sigh.
“Need to see you.”
He grabs my hand and pushes it near my face. His palm engulfs mine. It’s warm and rough. I never want to let it go.
He groans and starts a battering rhythm at which my eyes roll inside my head. He falls on top of me holding his weight on one elbow, and I feel his teeth on my neck.
“Yeah, mark me,” I beg him, and the pain is so good I feel precum leaking down my cock. I am finally pinned down to the mattress with Russel plunging deep inside me, my dick rubbing against his hard belly and his pubes tickling my stuffed ass, and all I want is more.
“I’m gonna show you who you belong to,” Russel growls, his teeth still latched on my skin. He’s wrecking me, ruining me for any other men.
The sensation of fullness is so overwhelming my brain doesn’t know if I want to cry or moan or scream.
“Oh fuck,” Russel mutters, breathing fast with his eyes squeezed shut. “So fucking hard for you.”
The rhythmic stabs of his thick cock, the sweat rolling down his collarbone, the sound of his pants. I love it. Love him.
His hips continue fucking and fucking and fucking, shoving into me with a desperation that drives my own climax out. And I see a white light as the bliss keeps going further and further, shooting again and again with more jizz between us.
“Pixie, I’ll drown your ass with my cum.” He crushes his lips on mine—the taste of my cock on his tongue—and then grunts inside my mouth, long and deep. I feel him swelling inside me while he hammers away, and then his cum begins dripping out of me. I suck his tongue between my lips, knowing how much he loves it. His hips jerk and he fucking roars this time.
“I can’t stop riding you. Such a good cumbucket. So damn good.” He keeps pumping his seed inside me and even though his movements have slowed down, I love the feeling of him filling me.
When he stops, I wrap my legs around his waist to prevent him from pulling out. He rolls us on our sides and I rest my head on his beefy bicep. I feel amazing. The afterglow of the best sex of my life hums all over my body. His honey and tobacco scent fills my nostrils. Russel’s fingers tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear. But it quickly falls back on my cheek, making him smile sweetly. Can’t believe he likes my crazy hair.
“Hi,” I whisper, feeling stupidly shy.
His eyes lazy and satiated focus on me, full of warmth and affection.
“Hi,” he replies. “Mine,” he whispers on my lips. And I grin like a loon.
“Mine,” I repeat, clenching my deliciously sore ass around him and deeply enjoying his sexy groan.
Epilogue
I’mlyingonatowel on my private beach. Yep, on a towel, on the sand.
The blanket of stars are shining above me on the dark canvas of the sky. But that’s not the sight taking my breath away. It’s Mel, head tilted back, messy hair, smeared strawberry lip gloss, panting chest. Straddling me.
“Russel,” Mel croaks when my dick pushes in the crack of his ass. Fucking love his ass. My hands think so too, fingers digging into the round flesh, parting those perfect globes in an erotic massage.
His well-prepped hole is sucking my cock inside. My precum, his spit, my spit, and a bit of lube—all of it is working to ease my way in. He takes me deeper and deeper. I feel his muscle yield and my mouth goes slack from the choking feeling around my cock. Over half my length is buried inside him now. He pushes himself up, pulling my dick almost all the way off. Then he turns his dark, lewd gaze on me and drops his hips down, impaling himself on my entire cock.
“Fuuuuck!” I swear, trying like hell to keep my orgasm at bay. And Mel’s whorish moans are not helping while he starts to bounce on my dick like a fucking cowboy. He can give actual fucking lessons on how to ride cock like this. The way he languidly sways, grinds, and rolls his hips. His hard, delicious cock bouncing between us. It’s hypnotic. Goddammit, how am I supposed to not cum? Then he moves his arms back, hands on my knees and his wide-open legs spread at maximum, giving me a clear sight of my cock being pumped by his stretched hole. My eyes are permanently crossed.
“Such a good slutty pixie. Mine,” I praise him.
“Yes. Mine.” It’s always his response. To claim me back.
I tear my eyes away from our connection to look at him. His chest is arched all the way back, his red dick jouncing. The bead of precum on the tip looking so delicious, I want to taste it so badly. I stroke my thumb on it and then suck it into my mouth, moaning as the intimate taste of Mel explodes on my tongue. My hand goes back on his length and starts jerking it off. Fast.
“You’re so warm, tight. I don’t know how long I’ll last,” I pant.
“I know. God, I’m so full. So full of cock.”
I grit my teeth. “Needy little hole only for my dick. You like my dick?”
“Yes,” Mel says on a hiss, pulling himself up when I start thrusting up inside him.
