Page 26 of Summer's Edge

I’m writhing on the bed, moaning loud enough to drown out even the loud sound of the rain pelting the flimsy roof. The pleasure he’s giving me keeps mounting, keeps intensifying, quickly reaching fever pitch.

Everything’s blurry, but I can still see his face perfectly despite the makeup covering it. Or maybe because of it. Because he’s wearing a mask and so can be himself. Totally and completely. Maybe. It’s a distant thought, one burned away by the intense bliss of the orgasm he gives me. The pleasure rips right through me, burning away all thoughts.

It leaves me heaving and moaning, my whole body tingling and crackling as though I was just hit by a thousand lightning strikes at once.

He stands over me as I regain my senses, smiling down at me and not just because I drew that smile on. He’s shirtless, wearing just a pair of jeans. But that’s too much clothes.

I sit up and run my hands down his stomach, enjoying the feel of the hard dips and valleys there. The scar doesn’t take anything away from it. In fact, it adds to his attractiveness, to the air of danger and the forbidden around him.

I smile right back at him as I unhook his belt and slowly free his cock, button by button, sliding his jeans and boxers down.

His cock pops free, rock hard for me and pulsing. It’s thick, almost too thick to fit into my mouth. Yet it’s also just right as I wrap my lips around the head and lick. He groans, his hands tangled in my hair, his whole body taut as though he’s trying real hard not to ram his cock down my throat.

He doesn't have to. I do it myself.

And choke on it much too soon. But that’s something I can work on. Something I can practice now that I finally have him all to myself.

I’ve fantasized about this moment. Mostly I fantasized about kissing him, but this too. And what comes after.

I take my time, licking his cock up and down, taking the head in my mouth and going down as far as I can, only coming up for air when I absolutely must.

Time seems to slow then becomes completely inconsequential. His groans and the pounding of the rain are one. I’m one with him and he with me. We’re both one with the forest around us. The taste of him and his girth filling me makes goosebumps rise on my arms and my pussy pulse with my need to have him inside me.

He cups my chin and slides his cock from my mouth, smiling down at me. “You ready?”

I’m not sure I can take him. I’ve never had anyone this huge. But I’m about to find out.

I nod, glancing at his cock because I’m suddenly not entirely sure anymore, but definitely willing. That makes him smile wider.

“I thought that’s what you wanted,” he says.

“I did… I do.”

He lays me down on my back on the lumpy bed, and spreads my legs, standing between them for a few moments, his chest heaving as he admires the view.

Then he’s on top of me, his cock pressing against my pussy, demanding entrance. I gasp as he enters me, the sensation at once scary and incredibly exhilarating.

He keeps going, only pulling back slightly, then going back deeper.

All the pleasure of his kisses before combined is no match for this.

“More,” I whisper amid moans and drowning in the electrifying pleasure that is his cock inside me.

He takes it as a command, picking up the pace, thrusting into me harder and deeper, filling me so completely and so perfectly I forget how to breathe more than once.

I wrap my legs around his hips to draw him closer, deeper. It does nothing to slow his powerful thrusts.

I didn’t know sex could be this way. We’re completely in tune with each other, riding the waves of pleasure together. Waves that keep on rising and rising, higher, faster, like that raging storm in deep ocean that no one ever sees.

Soon it’s too much. Even though it will never be enough. That’s all I really know.

We come together. His cock buried deep inside me, my pussy pulsing around it, my whole body one giant blob of bliss.

I can’t feel my arms or my legs or anything else. Only his cock inside me. Only his weight atop me. Only his strong, racing heartbeat that matches my own perfectly. And his lips on mine as he kisses me again. Deeply and gently. Exactly like I always pictured his kisses would be. Perfect.

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