Pop Singer: A Dark BWAM / AMBW Romance (30 page)

With another quick movement of his hips, he struck for the back side of my canal, not going so far as to cause pain, but to simply land there by my G-spot, right where the warmth and gush of his cock had spewed more and more pre-come into me.

All of his white hot sperm filled me up, making my insides expand to accommodate all of him: the weight and girth of his cock, and the entirety of his load, from pre-come to orgasm.

But he was far from coming.

I could tell his cock was still filling up with more blood, with more passionate fury.

The way he continued to get bigger until I was so full—hell, girl, I felt completely bloated with all of him in me now. It was a pleasant bloat that made me feel like I was his alone, the most beautiful woman on the planet.

That feeling you get when you are pleased by another man, pleasured and made to feel like a queen.

Jong-soo’s hands roved up and down my waist, and his cock pounded in and out, going to the tip with the center of his eye spewing out more pre-come, and then driving back to the G-spot I knew so well to deliver me into a pleasurable semi-orgasm.

He lifted me up with his arms, pounding me that way, so muscular and strong, downplaying how good he looked.

“For a man who’s been captured,” I mumbled, “you’re definitely not what I was expecting… Jesus Christ…”

Jong-soo lifted me higher, and pounded three times the center of my G-spot, making me squirt three times from the center of my clit as I thrashed about harder.

My arms tried to grab ahold of something to stabilize myself with.

But the tension was so stiff in my arms that I could not grab anything. I could barely hold on because of the momentum shuttling me backwards against the bed, barely could stay myself there.

Jong-soo’s cock pounded harder and harder, until he froze in place, his eyes wide, his mouth opened and his throat so tense, I thought he might just spew his entire load all over me right then and there.

He gripped my flesh with a tight squeeze of his fist, holding onto my breasts, rolling his fingertips slicked wet with pre-come and juices, over my nipples, and then down my belly, so wet like a highway to pleasure heaven.

“Jesus,” he said. “That’s right, Jesus.”

He went back to my nipples, stroking them, squeezing my breasts, squeezing the centers of my areolas—me, squirting out more juices, and his cock pounding away at the center of my pussy with his eye, unloading every single bit of pre-come from the core of his cock, squirting and squirting, both of us, orgasmic and euphoric.

Utterly taken away by the sensations throbbing at the soul of our brains.

We slowed down, until we stopped at the very edge of orgasm and climax.

The cross-section where we would lose control and have no more pleasure.

Be tapped out because of our efforts at making us so high from natural causes.

I did not want anything to end.

Did not want the pleasure train to come to a halt.

“Just relax,” he said. And then he slid his cock out, the flick of his flanged head slapping against my hood, against my sensitive clit, making me almost orgasm.

His pre-come slicked over my clit and hood and vagina, which were all throbbing so incessantly, so needily.

I wanted more, so how could he deny me like this?

Was he going to end sex right then and there?

This was a man who had saved my life. This was a man who had come in from nowhere, and who I held up to the highest standards. Who I idolized from the get-go in America.

God!

It couldn’t come to such an abrupt halt just yet.

And it didn’t, because Jong-soo slowly bent down, and I did not know why.

His cock throbbed, spurting out another splash of pre-come across my inner thighs.

He slicked down with his hands to the center of my hood, over my lips, and up to my clit. With a graceful lean, he opened up his mouth, and pressed his tongue against my vagina, sending his tongue deep along the canal of my insides, his every press and fumble, his mouth opening wider and wider, jittering because of the pleasure rolling throughout his neck and jaw.

And then suddenly, he became stiff, strong, and groping my ass, lifting me upwards so that he could eat me out entirely—my honeypot, a gourmet meal.

“Oh,” he said, “I want more. Going to have more.”

He yanked me forward across the bed, dragging me against his lips, my hood stretching over his warm mouth, his pre-come, my juices over his face.

His tongue flicked in and out over my hood, and then dug down deep into my insides. A warmth escaped from my canal, stretching over his face, like the breath from my lungs, enveloping him, loving him.

Jong-soo licked and licked, bringing down his tongue with a weighty passion, a sort of heavy euphoria with every stroke.

He knew how to use his tongue, the way he flexed it, and tensed it up and then struck me with the tip, deeper and deeper until he could go no further.

His mouth sucked on the entrance of my canal, my hood throbbing with passionate fury, embracing his face, wanting him to go more, all the way inside.

It was euphoric having him near my G-spot, his tongue gracing the edges and perimeter, slapping at the center, Jong-soo sucking every single inch of my skin.

With his fingers, Jong-soo drew up to my breasts, and then back down to my clit.

He massaged for my juices, feeling the outer edges, and then went back to my nipples, draping his hands down to my ass, going for my thighs.

He worshiped me, eating me out, getting down with his lips all the way inside until I thrashed with my knees again, kicking upwards, forcing Jong-soo’s hands to come back down onto my legs. “You’re moving so much,” he whispered. “You must really like it.”

“It’s almost too much…”

Jong-soo maneuvered his hands onto both of my breasts now, slicking my nipples with my juice, his pre-come, and now his saliva.

His tongue dripped and draped downwards into my canal, stretching again as far as he could go, straight into me, making me flourish with a heady ecstasy that made me want to come on the spot.

He lifted up my legs, anchoring my back against the bed, pressing me until I was shaped like the letter C.

With my breasts in the air, his hands groping my nipples, my clit in his mouth, I had all of my sensitive organs angled properly for the best sensations.

It was almost as if he magnified every single feeling he gave me, offered with his tongue, tantalized with his fingers.

He anchored me back down against the bed, my ass cheeks slowly lowering, his tongue digging deep inside, tasting me, slicking up my hood again, and then now sucking on my clit.

When I squirted, he did not hesitate at all to suck me dry.

He slicked me over with his saliva. He gripped his cock, jerked himself, went back over to my nipples, and with his mouth, he dribbled kisses upwards to my breasts.

His hands swapped places with his mouth. Now he rubbed my clit with his mouth, and my breasts got a handjob, pre-come carried over from his fingers.

He slicked his tongue over my areolas, then went and doubled over the edges, the outer perimeters, feeling with his hands the center of my breasts, squeezing my aching nipples, making all of my head explode at the root and shaft of every one of my hairs.

By now, every single inch of my skin had a goose bump.

My hairs were standing up completely.

A shock and a hot rod was rammed up my spine so that I could not lay down flat and properly.

I had nothing more than his mouth against my clit then back down to my lips, my hood. He pressed forward with his tongue, slicking the outer rim, and then feeling my areolas all the same.

He massaged me again with his fingers, digging down deep with his tongue, going all the way inside until I had nothing more than ecstasy pounding my very brain.

A constant euphoria and orgasm about to climax all across my skin.

“I need this,” I mumbled. “I’ve dreamed of this so many times.”

“And I’m here for you, giving it to you…”

Jong-soo slipped his tongue against the outer rims of my hood again, and then back to my clit with a gentle grace of his hands, he massaged my clit then my vagina lips softly, quickly, bringing out his cock for the final pounding.

Lifting up my legs back onto his shoulders, he slipped his cock against the entrance of my hood, between my lips, going all the way inside, filling me up completely.

I closed my eyes, imagining how wide he was making my canal.

How far he was expanding me.

He made me so full, I could feel it in my stomach, all the way up, driving inside and making me complete.

“I’m going to give everything now,” he said. “And fuck all of your worries away.”

So not only did he rescue me, he wanted to take away all of my anxieties.

He pounded over and over, thrusting with his hips, gyrating like an animal, never stopping, never at all stopping to take a break at all.

He spanked my ass, and then forced my thighs all the way against his body, so that I was slapping him with my ass cheeks, so that I slammed against him with all of my body.

He felt my curves and honored them with his hands, draping my breasts, feeling them up and down, feeling the length of my nipples, squeezing my nipples, and then going back underneath to spank me.

Slammed against him I did.

His cock drove against my G-spot, rubbing in the central area where an explosive orgasm came to head.

And I froze up, all of my muscles locked tight.

My mind shattered into a million pieces.

And I screamed out.

I groaned, gritting my teeth, and exploded with orgasm all across my skin.

I thrashed against him, unable to control my limbs.

My face was hot and electric, as if someone had put an iron against my lips, my forehead.

I felt not sick, but impassioned with all of his strength and desire.

I squeezed my vagina tight against him, taking his cock all the way, feeling his pumping desire, all of his strong and passionate cock filling me up with sperm, filling me up with his nudity, his incredible girth and width and length.

He groaned, grunting, spanking my ass, and both of us fell down against the bed.

His cock pumped and expanded me to my canal’s fullest point, stretching me with euphoria and ecstasy and climax.

Suddenly, all of the goosebumps withdrew from my body, flattening out.

I groaned, biting down with my teeth again, unsure of what was going to happen next.

Would he stay inside of me in?

Would he hold me and cuddle me?

His cock slowed down, throbbing and splotching out more sperm, spewing and giving me all of his fury.

“God,” he mumbled. He gripped my waist, biting down on my lips, holding me tight, pulling out his cock. His hands traveled up to my breasts, and he circled my nipples. He squeezed tight his lips against my neck, draping my chest with kisses, going all around until he felt tired and simply lay there. Next to me, totally sapped of energy. I closed my eyes, bringing my hands underneath his muscular chest, feeling the hardness of his body. “I’ve never had a woman like you with so many… curves. So much to touch and feel.”