Mystic River

All of a sudden he put the camera to the side and leaned back, taking in the expanse of my body and my pussy so close to his throbbing cock. His eyes surveyed me with lust and need. Slowly, he lifted himself closer to me. I could smell his cologne clouding around me as he got closer.

I felt his rough callused hand creep up my spine then twisting around my neck, bringing his impressively large hand around my tinier than thou throat. Our eyes remained locked in each other’s, unsure of what was beginning but determined to see it through. My eyes flashed with my delight and his hunger roared in response. I felt a new pressure starting behind my eyes and then consuming my little head. His fingers, I realized, were squeezing ever so slightly, gripping my throat tighter with each passing second. This man was going to slowly consume me and he would make me cum while doing it… 

My eyes rolled, unable to hold his stare any longer. The pressure was too great, too overpowering. My body felt light, like I was floating right off the bed and into space. His hips slowly and painfully drew back and his length left me hollow. One sharp breath in was all he allowed before retightening his fingers, bringing lightning to my skin where he gripped harder, more needy and less considerate. He pushed himself deep inside of me, god it was so deep I thought I’d break. Then again. And again, each stroke became harder and more primal.

I willed my eyes back up to his no matter how sinfully good he felt over taking my body, my oxygen. With needy eyes I pleaded for more, begged him to give me everything I wanted and in return I’d give him everything he needed. I wanted to serve him as he was currently serving me. I bit my lip, holding in the moan that threatened to tear through my body and split me into a million pieces below him. My lips parted, I took a short breath, I was gonna- 

“Stop” he seemed to say to himself shakily, his gaze planted on the connection between us. His eyes painfully drifted up to me and I could see the conflict within. He blew out an exasperated breath, ragged and deep, like he was fighting to not drown. Little did he know I was the one drowning. I watched him drag himself away from me, hating every inch of cold air that filled where his warmth had just been on me. “You’ve got good pussy baby” he said with another long breath out. A smiled tugged my lips, so sinful and sweet it was destructive. He lifted the camera back up, and said “action”.