“You can do it baby. I know you can, just breathe. Breathe for me baby. I want to feel myself go all the way in. I want to see myself, thick in your throat.”
Right now, I feel like I’m capable of doing anything, and I have such a great desire to please him that I push further and resist the urge to gag. It’s hard, and it takes more than a few goes. But, when he fits all the way in, the moan he releases is enough to make me feel like I’m about to come. I hum with pleasure around him, and he grips my hair harder as the vibration of my voice causes him to explode down my throat.
“Oh yes,” he cries. “Fuck that’s good.” Removing himself from my mouth, he drags me up from the floor, so I’m standing, and crashes our lips together, his tongue driving forcefully into my mouth. The kiss is so hard, that it’s almost hurting, but it’s filled with such an unbridled, fierce passion, that I don’t care if he makes me bleed. “I am going to fuck you all damn day,” he tells me. “I’m going to lick every inch of your body, and you’re going to come, Paige. All fucking day.”
He works quickly to remove my pants, which I’m more than happy to be gone right now. My clit is throbbing so hard, that I think the moment he touches it; I'm going to start screaming.
He lifts me off the ground and presses his cock against my crotch. I grind myself into him, the slickness of my arousal helping me to glide over his taught bare skin.
“I need to get in there Paige. Do you want me - deep inside your *?” he growls in my ear, biting on my lobe as he presses us more firmly together.
“Yes,” I gasp, the discomfort of the night before is now far from my mind as my insides throb, crying out desperately for him to enter me.
I grip him either side with my thighs and move against him until I can feel his tip at my entrance and cry out ecstatically as he pushes inside me, filling me to my very core. He takes a couple of steps, so we’re against the wall, and drives himself in deeply, pulling back slowly before slamming himself in again. With each push, my breath escapes in ragged pants.
This is so much more wonderful than it was last night. I don’t know if it’s the position or the cocaine, or if it’s just that this is my second time, and it feels better. But that feeling is building inside of me.
With each deep push, his pelvic bone presses against my clit, and I moan. I moan so loud as he pushes inside me. His head bows at my neck as he kisses and licks and breathes his warm breath against my skin, grunting, moaning.
Suddenly, the pressure inside me is so huge that I explode. My eyes roll back as I let out a guttural scream. I yell. I scream, and he keeps pushing inside me. Pounding against me, it’s like this orgasm has no end.
My head shakes from side to side as he keeps going, somehow the feeling inside me intensifies, and I explode yet again.
Eventually, he groans, long and low, as he comes inside me and presses himself against me, using his sheer weight to hold me up as he lifts my hands above my head and captures my mouth.
His movement becomes slow and languid as his mouth moves against mine. Our urgency wearing off along with our high. He lowers me down as he pulls out of me and tucks himself back inside his pants.
I stand, leaning against the wall, half naked, and watching as be moves back to the couch and starts setting up lines for us again.
He pauses and looks over at me. “More?” he asks. His eyebrows raised as he sits with the tube poised mid-air. He holds it out to me.
“More,” I agree, moving toward him and taking it from him before kneeling on the floor beside him.
“Good girl,” he says approvingly, pulling my hair back again and kissing me behind my ear, as I lean forward and sniff up the line of powder. “Good girl.”
Chapter Thirteen