Burning s*x

Chapter ７

Paul pulls my hair and twists my head back, locking my eyes on his. He's panting and pursing his lips. “Stand,” he says. I reluctantly release his c**k and get up.

In a second, he's on me, pressing his body against mine. He presses me against the wall, holding my left breast and buttock. I toss my head back, and he nibbles my neck and lips. We kiss recklessly, my hands on his collar.

Trembling, I start unbuttoning his shirt. Once the final button is undone, I move my hands from his stomach to his chest, feeling every hill and ridge of his muscles. From his nicely sculpted abs to his arm muscles, everything about him appears flawless.

As I take his shirt off, he grabs me by the hips and turns me around. I put my hands on the wall and face it, feeling more vulnerable than ever.

As he kicks off his shoes, I stand there and scarcely breathe. I hear his trousers rustling and can almost imagine him stripping nude; I want to glance over my shoulder, but I resist. He breathes on my neck. As his lips caress my neck, I instinctively shut my eyes to enjoy the sensation. He sweeps my hair over my shoulder and kisses my ear.

He puts a finger on my spine below my neck and says,

“You'll scream,” he traces my spine with his finger. “Then you'll beg me to f**k you,” he practically growls, touching my ass cheeks. As his words cloud my reasonable thinking, I shake and shudder. Moan, scream, and beg—that's ultimate cuisine.

I echo him, my voice quivering and feeble. As I talk, he caresses my damp leg folds. “I'll... plead!” His finger pushes beyond my p***y lips and burrows deep into me as I gasp.

Slowly, he runs it along my p***y again. He pauses when he circles and presses my c**t. It's stronger than me; I groan.

“That's a start,” he says, slipping his finger in. He flicks his wrist and fingers me in a pendulum manner, accelerating each time. When he puts another finger into my p***y, I stop moaning. I clench my teeth and scream through them as warm energy floods my muscles.

He f***s me with two fingers till I can't stand it. I push my forehead against the wall and scream, my muscles convulsing with ecstasy. When I scream, he rotates his wrist and rubs my G-spot with his fingers. My throat hurts as I scream louder.

“Fuck...” I whisper, words falling like a spell. “f**k you, Paul...” My honeyed voice repeats. “Please.”

“I told you you'd beg,” he says, massaging my G-spot.

“Please, please,” I chant.

“I love the way you plead, Arcadia,” he says, removing his fingers from my p***y and sliding them up my tummy. He puts his fingers on my lips, and I open my mouth to feel my own fluids. I suck his fingers dry as he glides them in and out of my mouth, and then he moves them around my neck and down my back, following the curve of my buttocks.

I've stopped screaming, but I'm still gritting my teeth. I groan loudly as he touches my ass c***k. Gently pressing between my ass cheeks, he finds my anus and draws beautiful circles around it. My body tenses up as he slips it in an inch without warning.

OMG! I mutter, giddy with glee. “Paul,... I'm done. Now... Please.”

I can practically feel his naughty smile. He removes his finger from my ass and presses his c**k between my thighs .

His c**k pierces my hips like a spear and buries itself to the hilt. I don't yell or scream—for a few seconds, I stop breathing, simply enjoying his pleasure. His big c**k fills me up as no other guy has before. Paul's c**k seemed made to f**k me.

I imagined having anything that big inside would hurt. Incorrect. If there's pain, it's masked by pleasure and hard to perceive.

Slowly, he pushes his c**k out, just to bury it again. As he pushes, time fades. Seconds become minutes, then hours. His body on mine is the most exquisite thing I've ever felt. When he pushes harder, I nearly erupt with a shower of groans. His thighs smack my ass so hard that the sound fills the room.

He laced my waist with one arm and reached for my c**t with two fingers. When he puts even a little pressure, I scream so loud I'll have a sore throat tomorrow. Worry?

I come at him like a madwoman, pressing my hips so hard that he slides his c**k deeper. I clench my teeth as his shaft presses against my inner walls.

My forehead is still pushed against the wall as I o****m perfectly. Before the c****x has dissipated, he's pistoning into me again, his body moving so perfectly that I wish he'd keep going forever.

God... I mumble to no one as my arms weaken and I lean against the wall. Still with his fingers on my c**t, he circles it quickly, electrifying my entire body.

“Come for me, Arcadia,” he urges me. “Do... Don't hesitate. ” I hiss between clinched teeth as my body convulses. I'm fatigued, yet I want more.

“More…” As he removes his c**k from my p***y, I implore him. “More...”

“Don't worry, I'm not done,” he replies, grabbing my waist and spinning me around. I spin around and our eyes meet. From now on, I won't have to beg him to f**k me.

He quickly inserts one hand under my right buttock and compels me to elevate my leg. I tie it around his waist and over his ass, and he comes readily, holding my other buttock and hoisting me up. Crossing my knees behind his back, I throw my arms over his shoulders as he bends his c**k toward my p***y. He thrusts with a passionate smile, his c**k separating my lips in a blink.

This time he doesn't develop the rhythm—he goes all in from the start, swinging his hips so fast it's hard to tell whether he's thrusting in or out. Our tongues struggle while our bodies move in a sinful and lustful dance.