Cherry Flavored Breakup

I have never had a man fuck me with his chin and tongue. How the fuck he did that, I have no idea, but he almost made me cave in.

           “Take them off.” I breathe. My rapid breaths are killing me and making me lightheaded. “Why are you taking so long?”

           He exhales a shallow breath. “I’m not. My pants are off, I’m just…” He pauses as I grab his cock, quickly forcing him to me.

           “Slide him the fuck in!” I command and spread my legs.

           The soaked tip of his cock presses against my pussy and penetrates with ease. There's no pressure and no need to move. It’s like our body parts are magnets and easily connect.

           “Is this what you want?” He asks while thrusting into me, sending wildfires to burn through me and straight to my deepest core.

           I nod while my sexual hunger sends my teeth to bite down and fold in my bottom lip while my sex-drunk eyes close halfway. “Yes, sir.”

           He thrusts while sending his arms around me, wrapping them tightly, bending me into a curve. This causes my pussy to relax and let him in deeper.

           Deeper? Jesus, fuck! The man shouldn’t be able to get any deeper.

           My shallow and rapid breaths escape through my nose while I continue to bite on my lip so goddamn hard from the pleasure he’s pushing through my body.

           Each thrust is like a million euphoric bombs bursting inside of me. His arms and how they hold me and how his head rests against mine only add to those bombs.

           His shallow but rapid breaths brush across my face while tiny beads of sweat form on his forehead. Those breaths smell like cherry-flavored soda and a hint of alcohol.

           He thrusts, sending a wave of pleasure to my core, rapidly building up to prepare me for a release. The couch scoots with his thrust.

           I release my lip. “I’m going to come…fuck…I’m going to…”

           My heart pounds, my stomach spasms, my body relaxes, and my pussy grips his cock tightly. I smile as my first orgasm is about to bust out of my body.

           He slides out and quickly steps back. I thrust in the air. “What the fuck, Noah!” I roar in anger. “I was about to come! It felt like an orgasm too! Why the fuck…”

           “What are we?” He asks with a serious look on his face.

           I slam my hands onto my couch and jolt up like the living dead coming out of a grave. “You’re withholding my orgasm? Are you fucking kidding me?”

           His cock looks hungry. He’s right there too. “What are we, Harper?”

           My chest rises in and out while I fight to catch my rapid breaths. My breasts ache and my pussy is begging for him to come finish me. I would say my heart is pounding, but it’s also aching. It’s aching because his dumbass pulled out as I was right fucking there!

           “Come on!” I plead. “Do you want to lose me? Is that what this is about?”

           He shakes his head while looking in between my thighs with sex-drunk eyes and a ravenous approach. “No, Harper. That’s why I pulled out. You weren’t the only one about to release.”

           “Was this your plan all along?” I ask, my body trembling and I am fucking angry! “To pleasure me to the point of no return. And then shut it off like a fucking switch? My body is fucking trembling and aching to release. And it’s in a position where I can’t fucking ‘solo’ it you fucking asshole.”

           “That’s right, beautiful.” He smirks. “Get angry. Get sexually frustrated. Tell me how you truly feel.”

           “No!” I say and get off the couch, quickly slamming my hands against his chest. Did you want this? You wanted to send me into this pain-filled rage?”

           “I want and us.” He argues while stepping backward toward the dining room table. “You want us. And I just want you to get mad enough to admit it.”

           I push my hands against his naked body again, sending him to the only slid-out open chair. He falls back, sitting down on it and my sex-drunk eyes watch as his cock bounces.

           “You’re a fucking asshole!” I roar in anger. “What do you want? Is this part of your sick sex BDSM bullshit? Withholding our release? Is this your way of saying ‘fuck you’ to me? What do you want me to say, Noah? I love you. Do you want me to fucking scream that I love you? Because I do, and that’s why I can’t be with you. Love terrifies me.”

           He smiles. “Withholding your orgasm can hurt, but it increases the pleasurable feeling when you do release. And yes, all I wanted to hear was you love me, Harper.”

           His hands wrap around my wrists, and I try to pull away, but he’s stronger than I am. He quickly tugs me into his body, releases my wrists, wraps his hands around my legs, and raises me.

           In one swoop, he lowers me onto his cock, quickly penetrating me and sending orgasmic dopamine bombs to blow off inside of me.

           “What the fuck!” I cry out in pleasure as my pussy begins to tighten around his thick and throbbing cock. He doesn’t even thrust, just releases deep into me.

           My orgasm doesn’t waste any time and blows off like a damn busting open. My body trembles harder and presses against his as I grind my hips and wave my ass against his body, feeding my deepest core.

           “Jesus!” I roar in pleasure. I’ve never felt an orgasm as strong as this one.

           His rapid panting and the way his hands grab hard onto my ass only increases my pleasure.

           He’s letting me thrust and grind into him. I’m in control, but there’s no control needed. My body is on autopilot as I release and come fill my inner thighs and trickle down his balls.

           Our bodies collide, his warm cock filling me and I can feel how deep it’s releasing into me. My pussy milks him and my aching nipples press hard against his chest only increasing my orgasm.

           The intensity causes my eyes to close, and I don’t know if they are rolling into the back of my head, but I can hardly control them. I physically have no control over my spasms or trembling body.

           “I told you.” He breathes through his heavy panting. “Withholding feels better. Pain can always increase pleasure.”

           “You’re…” I say in a high-pitched yet soft voice. “A fucking asshole. How long is this going to last?”

           His chuckle is hidden behind his shallow moans. “You’re complaining?”

           I nod, and my whimpers behind my bit-down lip only increase. My whimpers sound shaky from my erratic galloping heart and spasming stomach.

           I slow my body down, allowing the massive amount of come to finish flowing out of me. I’ve never in my life had an orgasm so powerful. His withholding my orgasm was evil, but I’m almost grateful for that. This feeling has never happened.