tilted back in pleasure. âAh, thatâs good,â he said. âNow, stop, stop!â he ordered.
She let go, and surrendered her hands in the air. This time she knew he wasnât stopping her because what she was doing did not feel good, but because, to the contrary, it felt too good. Just as sheâd been ready to explode when he was licking and sucking her, she was bringing him too close to the sun. She wanted to pat herself on the back. Youâre doing it , she thought. Youâre pleasing your Lord, a God among men, Dorian Gray!
âLie down,â he said, and she fell back against the pillows, naked before him, the red towel beneath her.
âYouâve got a bit of paint on your neck,â he said, touching it lightly. âOne of these days, I should like to use a paintbrush and some paint on your naked body. I sense we could have some enjoyment in that. I should like to begin right here,â he said, bringing his hand down to her vagina, tugging a wet tendril of hair. The sensation made her crazy and Rosemary involuntarily thrust upward.
âI think you are ready,â Dorian said.
Ah, yes , thought Rosemary. I am ready, so ready .
Dorian got on top of her and kissed her long and deep. He put his hands on her thighs and pulled them apart, further and further. She was no longer afraid of his enormous cock. No, she was anything but afraid. She was eager for it. She would die without it. And just then, she felt it begin its deep plunge inside her. Then it was filling her up, and filling her up some more. She cried out. Her walls were caving around it.
âRelax,â whispered Dorian. And then it was in deeper and he was mounting her slowly, generously, kissing her neck as he did. She felt his cock pushing against her maidenhead, prying for entry, and then snap ! All that fuss was over with. The seal was broken, met with an onrush of unthinkable pain. Rosemary yelped and dug her fingernails into Dorianâs shoulders. He kept thrusting without mercy, his hands holding her breasts, squeezing her hard nipples. His cock was all the way in now, moving in and further into her. Rosemary felt all of her existing right there, between her pussy and his cock, and miraculously the pain began to melt away, and with each mount she felt a building inside herâthis one deeper and more intense than the climaxing from when he was licking her. Oh, she didnât know what was going to happen, but it was going to happen. She dug deeper into his shoulders, dimly aware that she was screaming.
âYes, yes, oh, God,â she howled.
âYes, Rosemary,â he said, kissing her furiously. âYes, you are going to come.â
âYes!â she cried. And all at once her thoughts disappeared as he rode her to the top of the world, where for a moment she hung suspended, her cries muffled in his shoulder, and then, ah, she fell stupendously from the magnificent height, crashing down into an orgasm that saw no limits.
âOh!â she cried, her mind spinning, overpowered by the ecstasy. Dorian kept thrusting as her furious aching subsided around him. She was out of breath, practically limp. Dorian was still hard as steel inside her, fucking her relentlessly, when abruptly he pulled out.
âRoll over,â he said.
She opened her eyes. Her vision was hazy, drugged with satisfaction.
âHmm?â she murmured.
âOn your stomach,â he said, scooping her up by the hips as if she weighed no more than a doll, and plopping her onto her belly. Within a moment, he was back inside of her, plowing rigorously away. This was less thrilling for the inside of her vagina, but the weight of him upon her mashed the front of her pussy into the mattress so that, in a position familiar to her from her lonely nights, her clitoris was stimulated.
âYou like that?â asked Dorian.
âMmm,â Rosemary moaned into the pillow, embarking on another climax.
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