Your cock is beautiful – 27

She smiled tiredly, and with a soft groan started to move again. Now she moved with long, slow strokes, almost lazily moving from base to tip and back. She pressed her forehead against mine and wrapped her arms tighter around me, her strained breath tickling my lips. I kissed her hard, biting down on her lower lip until I heard what was quickly becoming one of my favorite sounds; that beautiful whimper that indicated both pleasure and pain.

She stared into my eyes as she rode me, already with a steady and perfect rhythm, at times almost leaving my cock uncovered only to begin the descent just before the last half-inch popped out.

She was only riding me for a few minutes when she started making a low, humming moan that told me she was close. She was really a very vocal lover.

“Sir…” she whimpered.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” I said, thinking she wanted permission, “Cum on my cock.”

“Hurt me.” she said quietly.

“What was that?” I asked.

“Pull my hair.” she gasped, her hips shaking as she rode me with ever increasing vigor. “Hurt me… please.”

I grinned and pulled her hair hard, yanking her to the side and twisting my fist. At the same time I delivered a powerful slap to her cheek, the loud snap filling the room.

She gasped, and a few seconds later she obeyed my command, moaning out another strong orgasm. This one lasted longer than the previous one, and the powerful convulsions around my cock were even stronger, causing me to moan with pleasure.

She slowed to a stop, and was panting heavily. She wasn’t used to being on top and she was tiring quickly. But I still wasn’t finished.

“Again.” I said, spanking her ass and pulling her hair.

She groaned and gritted her teeth. She raised herself up just a few inches before slowly sliding back to the base

“I can’t…” she panted, clearly exhausted. “My hips… I can’t…”

I frowned at her. She was just sitting, impaled on my cock but refusing to move any more.

“Sweetheart, you’re being very inconsiderate.” I said, forcing my voice to be smooth, despite the potent mix of frustration and pleasure I was feeling. “You’ve already had… God knows how many orgasms, whereas I’ve yet to cum even once.”

She whimpered as I slid my hand around her throat and twisted her hair again.

“Make me cum.” I ordered.

She nodded quickly, shutting her eyes tight, and struggled to lift her body again. She seemed to be in a considerable amount of discomfort, but I’d gone too long, too many days without cumming inside my slut to care.

She moved shakily at first, but soon increased the pace. She put her forehead against mine again, staring into my eyes, riding my cock with long, purposeful strokes.

“Are you gonna… cum for me?” she gasped.

I didn’t answer her. I’d been actively holding my orgasm back since maybe her second one, but I loved seeing her like this. I was in no hurry.

“Please…” she moaned, “Please cum for me. Cum inside me, in… in my tight pussy.”

I smirked at her attempts at dirty talk, knowing that it embarrassed her even now.

“You want me to cum?” I asked, “You want me to fill up that slutty cunt with my sperm?”

“Please!” she moaned, her hips faltering in their now frantic pace.

She kissed me suddenly, and threw her arms around me. This surprised me, and the shock caused my tight control to slip for just a second. But that was all it took. My orgasm was suddenly upon me, and it was a big one.

I practically roared into her mouth as the pleasure overwhelmed me, and she echoed both my voice and my pleasure as yet another orgasm assaulted her. I clung desperately to her as my cock fired spurt after spurt of my seed inside her. I’d so missed this, the intense sensation of cumming inside an orgasming pussy.

We came down from our individual highs together, breathing heavily in unison. We rested like this for a few seconds, my cock still hard inside her wet channel, and our arms holding each other tight. She sat up, lifting herself all the way off of my shaft, but then fell forward, having lost the strength in her legs and hips.

I supported her trembling body until she lay down on my thighs, her legs off to the side. She buried her face into the crook of my neck, kissing my skin.

I pointed her face towards mine and kissed her, slow and deep. We pulled away from each other, and she smiled again. It was a difficult expression to interpret, a subtle mix of adoration and pain, a generous amount of embarrassment too.

“Are you Ok?” I asked.

“I’m… yeah, I’m good.” she said.

I pulled her close to me and lay down.

“That was definitely worth waiting for.” she sighed, relaxing against me, “Although I probably won’t be walking straight for a while.”

I ran my fingers into her hair, brushing it away from her face. I pushed my lips to hers again and we kissed softly. I thought she would want to relax after that, but I soon felt her slender fingers wrapping around my cock.

“Of course you’re still hard.” she sighed jokingly.

She ran her palm along my length.

“And we made such a mess.” she said.

Well that was true. My shaft was coated in a layer of her feminine juices, not to mention a lot of my own sperm.

“I think you should clean it up.” I said.

“You know, I was just thinking that.” she replied.

She lifted her body away from mine and shifted her face down to my cock. Her eyes stayed locked on to mine as she pressed her tongue to the base of my shaft and slowly licked upwards towards the head, just like I taught her. I let out a satisfied sigh, lay back and closed my eyes, letting her pleasure me however she wanted.

She was thorough as she cleaned my cock, rapidly replacing the layer of our juices with her saliva. She’d really missed this, it seemed. She practically attacked my cock with her tongue. I let myself growl with pleasure. I’d missed this too, the heat and energy of her oral attention.

When she was satisfied she’d followed my command, she took the head of my cock into her mouth and back towards her throat. She teased me for a while, bringing the head towards the entrance to her throat without taking it deep, like I knew she could.