Chapter 5

His hips pump more aggressively, and I feel his pelvis bucking against me, knowing he needs the friction. Reaching behind his long rod, I grip his balls in my hand and squeeze tightly.

“Ahhh! Emily! Fuck!” he yells, almost in a whining tone. He’s on his brink, and I can feel myself racing toward my own orgasm.

“Yes! Oh, shit, Kirk! You’re gonna make me come again,” I moan, my control seeping through me as I squeeze my nipples. Reaching backward, he shoves his middle fingers inside my wet snatch, curling upward as he penetrates me quickly. Oh, God it’s magnificent. His hips are still thrusting between my breasts and now we’re both on the brink of an explosion.

“You’re not getting this nut until you come for me, baby,” he warns, and I shriek out, wanting to taste him so bad.

“Faster, Daddy!” I cry, eager for another climax.

“I’ll give you what you want, baby! Tell me what you want,” he roars. “I want you to come all over me,” I plead.

“Then come for me! Fuck, baby! I’m about to bust for you. Give it to me, Emily!” he barks and I explode on command, my body feeling like a deflated balloon, as the air escapes me dramatically. My hands struggle to hold on to my breasts as he continues to pump me, now more aggressive since he can focus on his own release.

“You want this nut?” he growls, his cock sliding between my breasts. “Yes, Kirk!” I yell, my own body still reeling from the explosion. “Beg for it,” he bites his bottom lip, looking down into my eyes.

“Please, Daddy! Please! I want to taste you, Daddy! come all over me,” I plead, sticking my tongue out. I can tell he’s about to come before he even pulls his cock into his hand, sliding his grip up and down his shaft fast and hard.

“Tell me you want this nut,” he growls loudly.

“I want it, Daddy! Please,” I beg and his eyes hood over.

“Please, baby! Give me that nut! Come for me! I want to taste you, Daddy!” I beg. My mouth wide as the warm white cream begins to ooze from his cock.

Moving over my body, he shoots some off everywhere. A little on my tongue, then some on my cheek. Another lob lands on my breast, and even more on my belly, as his body bends over, as he milks every drop from his twitching cock.

Jumping up, I take him back into my mouth and suck gently as he spasms in my mouth, another lob landing on my tongue as he moans in ecstasy.

“Fuck! Suck it, baby! Fucking suck it all!” he growls, and I take him to the back of my throat, sucking all of him until he holds the nape of my neck so I can’t move any further.

“Holy fuck,” he sighs.

“We’re not done yet,” I bite my lip before running my fingertip over a lob of his orgasm on my cheek, bringing the creamy spunk to my mouth before licking my finger dry.

“We’re not?” he raises his eyebrow suspiciously.

“No. You need to help me lick this up, Daddy,” I inform him, looking down to the lob on my nipple.

Lowering his head to my body, he takes my breast in his mouth, sucking me while slurping his own orgasm. It’s so fucking hot. I can’t believe this turned out to be so good. Running my hand across my belly, I scoop up more of his nut and bring it to my mouth, again licking my fingers clean, as he runs his tongue along my body to lick up anything I’ve left behind.

We do this back and forth game of searching for his cum, and he let off a large load. Before long there’s no more left, and Kirk collapses on the bed beside me as we both pant in exhaustion after that extreme workout.

“I didn’t think you could be that good,” he finally remarks, interrupting hard breathing from the both of us.

“I was thinking the same thing about you,” I smile turning to face him. Our eyes lock and he twists to face me, his hand sliding into my hair as he pulls me in for a deep and passionate kiss. Our arousals still fresh on our tongues. I can taste him as well as myself.

My body is ragged with fatigue after coming so much and so hard I could easily pass out and sleep for a day. I am completely drained and want nothing more than to fall asleep.

“You almost made me come in the elevator. I had to get you back,” he smirks, confirming we were playing the same game, challenging each other to make the other climax first and most.

I’d have to say he won this series, because I lost count of how many times I came. It was so fucking nasty and erotic. I’m already curious when we can do it again, but try to hide my desire so as not to sound like a complete addict after one time. But my God was it good.

Hands down, the best sex I’ve ever had, and I’m not new to this game. I’ve been at the rodeo a few times, and this was just an entirely different level. Kirk is in a league of his own as far as the bedroom is concerned. He owns my pleasure, something that I’ve never felt before. No man has ever made me come on command, or even as much as he did.

The most powerful orgasms of my life still have my insides rattling, my muscles clenching as the vibrations finally begin to fade for good, although I don’t really want them to.

“I don’t even know how many times I came,” I admit, looking into his eyes.

“Five,” he answers quickly as if he’s recounting a score.

“You kept track?” I shriek in disbelief. He is too much, and giggles take over as he wraps me in his arms.

“How else was I gonna keep score? Needless to say, I tore you up,” he says softly in my ear and I laugh even harder, shocked by how comfortable I already feel despite how little we know about each other.

This has turned out to be one of the best hookups of my life, and not because of the sex. I mean, it’s obvious, the sex was incredible and beyond comparing to anything else I’ve ever experienced. But Kirk is more than that, and our chemistry goes above and beyond fucking.

We laugh together, and look into each other’s eyes in a way I never have with a man, especially after sex. There’s this intimacy between us, that strangely feels normal. How he can be gentle after fucking me so ravenously is hilarious.

But I guess it’s also a bit ironic how sweet I can be immediately after fucking him so nasty. It’s like we’re meant for each other the way we fit

sexually, and the chemistry that follows. My body begins to grow weak as he wraps me in his arms and I relax against his chest. Our bodies mold into each other and our breathing syncs together.

Asking him to fuck was the best decision of the night, hands down, and my eyes grow heavy as I consider when or if we’ll get to do this again. I know I have to feel him at least one time, but it’s not my style to crowd anyone and I don’t want him to get the wrong impression about me.

I have to play it cool, not allowing these orgasms to go to my head and dictate my actions. I can’t come across as a complete addict, not after one time. Yeah, that’s how I feel, but I don’t want him to know that. He needs to feel like there’s at least a little chase to get me sprung, despite that being my current state. Turning me around, he pulls my soft bottom into his hard chest, spooning me.

His cock is pressed against my ass, and I can feel him twitch between my cheeks, my softness arousing him. Gosh, he seems like he could go again after such a massive orgasm. He’s as energetic as me!

God, this is going to be so much fun!