MEGAN
I NEVER had in my experience, been so consumed and exhausted, yet satisfied until tonight. The continued banging of the headboard against the wall, the squeaking of the bed, his grunt, and the screams from me were like an orchestra in my entire apartment.
I woke up with his teasing fingers, drawing circles below my abdomen with each touch scorching my skin. Still yawning, I grabbed his magnificent semi-erect cock, rewarding me a satisfied groan. I took my time stroking his length even it was instantly hard as a rock in my palm.
The last thing I knew I was sucking him, and he was cursing and thrusting his hips into my mouth. I didn’t go down on man, but with Forrest, it didn’t seem to bother me, besides I’d been dreaming this moment with him, and this was way better than my imagination. I was instantly wet. And he didn’t disappoint me—it was a huge turn-on to see him losing himself to me as I pleasured him with my mouth.
Right now, I was on all four as I requested. Forrest was a generous lover and never denied me. His hand was gripping my shoulder, the other was tight on my hip, alternately rubbing my spine as he pounded me harder and faster while tugging my hair around his hand as he forced me to respond to his kiss with a fierce hunger.
He then pulled out, then surged into me so deep I gasped. He didn’t stop—he was relentless to give my orgasm. The heat simmered and ignited inside with each thrust of his massive cock, bringing me closer to the edge.
“Oh god!” I was catching my breath, and my muscles were trembling, yet I wanted more. I pushed my ass toward him to meet his thrust, the tension and unbearable pleasure so intense had my heart violently pounded. “Fuck!” An erotic cry emanated from my throat. “Harder, Forrest.”
“Language, woman,” he bit out and smacked me on my butt. The pain sent a throbbing sensation to my core. Shaking, I let go of a long moan. “I plan to return the favor very soon, Megan. I want to hear you scream, make you forget how to breathe of how good it feels like when my mouth is all over your pussy as I suck and fuck you with my tongue until you come.”
“I can’t wait for that, but right now… fuuucck!” I squeezed my eyes shut.
“One more curse coming from you, I won’t only whip your ass but fuck you hard in that tiny hole of yours.”
“I can’t curse, but you’ve been cursing.” I laughed desperately, trying to hold the inevitable orgasm. I was blinded by so much intensity and the blast of pleasure put together. “I never tried that before. It must be so damn good with you.”
I knew my orgasm would be strong—earth-shattering that I had to ready myself for. The powerful thrust of his impressive cock and each ground of his pelvis was hitting me on the right spot, and it made me more delirious. I was throbbing, panting, drained, and our skin covered with a thin layer of sweat, but I never gave up. I wanted to lose my mind, lose my world with him, and I wanted to come so hard to forget my own self.
“You bet it is. I don’t like you cursing, and you are so beautiful and incredible just to curse,” he grunted in each pound that I saw stars. He leaned down to suck my exposed neck. “You just blew my mind earlier, Megan. I could still feel your mouth clamping around my cock as you sucked me harder. It feels so fucking good.” His hot breathing and dirty talks caused me to shudder, then he panted soft kisses down to my shoulder. “Now come for me again.”
My senses were in chaos. I was flying higher and higher. My inner walls pulsated, clamping around him. Every cell in my body was alive. My heart was about to combust. My pulse was ringing in my ears. My blood was surging so hard with so many shock waves of pleasure chasing through my veins.
Then a loud, ear-splitting scream burst through me with only a single word I could remember—his name. The Aftershocks were so powerful like a high magnitude earthquake that I fell shaking so hard, barely able to catch my breath.
One strong pound from Forrest, he was grunting my name. I felt his cock surging, pulsing as he loaded me with his seed.
***
I woke up smiling, lazily stretching my sore muscles to an empty bed. My stomach did a nosedive when it came to my senses that Forrest left without even saying goodbye.
I shuffled through the bed and grabbed a shirt from my closet. I did my deed in the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a pink flush on my cheeks. I found a small kiss mark on my right neck—one of a few reminders that last night was not only my wild imagination.
He was really gone. I felt empty after walking out of my room. I collapsed myself to the sofa and curled into a ball like a total loser. When the time came and I wanted someone to stay in my life, it wouldn’t happen. Everything didn’t go as I like.
I shut my eyes closed, and I saw his enigmatic face both in pleasure and in pain as we lost ourselves in our own world together. After our amazing orgasms, I saw a hint of trust in his eyes, the care, the sparkles as he told me to get some sleep before he kissed me on my lips. He then pulled me possessively into his arms and spooned me from my back, but that was it. There was nothing more to pick up. He’s gone, and I’m screwed.