Always Been You

~Lola’s POV~

As I screamed his name, my heart came dangerously close to bursting through my chest. My legs are jelly-like. He grabbed my face and forced me to look at his face before releasing his grip. As he brought my finger close to his nose and then to his mouth in order to taste me, he had a look of torment in his dark eyes the entire time. “You taste divine, Mi Amor.” He uttered those words in a low, husky whisper. Those words got me even wetter. He pulled me closer to him and I felt the swell of his bulge, this time needing attention, my attention. I moaned and started to rub against his swollen bulge.

“Easy, Bunny.”

The sound of his voice caused a sudden and intense arousal in my pussy. He pressed his lips to my neck, and instead of leaving wet, soft kisses, he started to lick. Every glistening drop of sweat that he ingested, he ingested it. I was unable to take it any longer, so I began to thrash about violently against his bulge.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to fuck the living daylights out of you.” He breathed hot air into my neck, which caused the pool of liquid that was between my legs to spill even more. I felt helpless to resist anything, not that I wanted to resist; the need ensnared me; I wanted Mr. Monroe in all of his glory. He breathed hot air into my neck again. The sensation of his bulge pressing against my wet underwear caused me to moan with pleasure. My brain was foggy, and all I could think about was the need to have his enormous cock buried in between my thighs. His hands wriggled their way under my dress and into my underwear before coming into contact with my naked butt cheeks. My abdominal area began to press against his lower body before I was even aware of what I was doing, causing him to let out a gratified groan. My arms encircled his neck, and I felt an overwhelming desire to touch him, feel him, and consume him. I needed to press every part of my body against his. I desired him more than I have ever desired anything else in the history of the world.

He kept kissing me without holding the places I wanted him to hold the most, not taking off his clothes to fuck me senselessly. He didn’t want me. He just wanted to kiss me, make me hornier, and leave. “You don’t want this, do you?” He smiled in a way that implied ownership and gave me a knowing smirk. He didn’t respond, but instead, he pressed his throbbing member against my thigh. I had to fight back the urge to let out a gasp. He was dry-humping me on top of the table, and all I wanted was to tear his clothes off and feel his skin against mine. My mouth opens slightly, and I let out a breath. As he continued to dry-hump me, I could feel my eyes beginning to close. His fingertips skittered across the wet surface of my lips. As his throbbing bulge rubbed against my aching sex, I began to shake as the tremors tore through me. My face flushed, and I moaned as he slipped one of his fingers into my mouth. I drew him closer to me because I didn’t want him to hesitate. As his fingers explored me, I felt a twinge of pain mixed with pleasure. A thrill ran up my spine as I watched Mr. Monroe unzip his pants, not pulling them down enough for his manhood to spring free, and shifted my wet panties aside as he finally slid his cock inside me.

My breath hitched, eyes widened, mouth wide open, and formed a shape of an O. “I want you to look at my cock as it thrusts in and out of your pussy.” I blinked so many times in just a few minutes, trying to understand what I was feeling. I looked up at him, but Mr. Monroe didn’t want me to look at him; he wanted my eyes on his cock, so I slowly looked down and watched as he pulled out, then thrust back in, hard. I yelped as I felt him even deeper inside me as he mercilessly pumped in and out of my pussy. As he began to move more quickly and cruelly, his hands tightened their grip on my butt cheeks. He was relentless. The force of each thrust he made sent electric sparks down my spine, causing me to arch my back while simultaneously flying my free hand to his head and grabbing hold of his hair in order to pull him deeper into me. He was pushing me to my absolute breaking point. After that, he halted and gently brushed my face before saying,

“Now, look at me.” He commanded as he thrust back in, then briefly pulled back and looked me in the eye as he slowly slid out of my dripping folds. “Look at me.” He sputtered.

As soon as I complied with what I was told, he reinserted his dick into my pussy and ensured that he confined me to him in such a way that it was impossible for me to move. With each new thrust, he made it harder and more rapid than the one before it. Hitting me hard in my most sensitive spot, my toes curled up, and I started to shudder. My lower abdomen started to feel like it was being crushed by intense pressure. I wailed to the heavens, threw my head back, and rolled my eyes all the way to the back of my head as I did so. He grabbed my hair and started to pull it so I could face him. With that, he started to fuck me, pouring me harder and faster while his lips captured my bouncing, pert mounds and sucked them. He was fucking my brains out. He pushed me to the highest peak. My hands moved back to his head, and I tightened my grip on his hair, pulling his head up so he could seize my breast. When he did, I pressed my lips on his and tightened my long legs around his waist while his cock kept devouring my clit. I could feel his cock twitching inside of me, and as he pressed down on me, my walls tightened up in response.

“Fuck!” He let out a groan. His speed increased, and he began to pound harder and faster, mercilessly sending me into oblivion as my perception began to blur and I started to see stars. As I was sinking deeper into the ocean of euphoria, I started to yell his name as I dragged him along with me. I was unable to stop shaking, and after a few quick strokes, he exploded inside of me as well.

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We both looked back, and there sat Mason Blackwood in a wheelchair, drooling saliva.