A continuation of a series:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

“How many times have I sucked you off?”

Ella looked up at me, doing her best–which was not very good–to glare. She was sucking my dick.

“I’ve obviously lost count. You blow me basically every time we hang out now.”

She started bobbing her head, her golden wavy locks bouncing in her loose ponytail. “Rwight, swo tschu shwould–”

“I can’t really understand you while my cock’s halfway down your throat. Hold that thought.” I grabbed the back of her head, spread my legs, wrapped my feet behind her ass–she was in nothing but a red thong–and pumped her hard against my abdomen.

Her French manicured nails dug into my inner thighs. “Mpmh! Gluck gluck gluck gluck.”

“Fuck. That’s it. A little bit…more.” I had both of my hands grasping her skull now, my fingers tensed against her crown as I drew closer to orgasm. Ella sputtered against me, a thick bubble of spit dripping down my ballsack as I slammed her nose against my pubic bone.

Then…

“Ah!”

I pushed her even harder onto my cock as I throbbed inside her windpipe. My semen sprayed over her tongue, my cock rising and falling against her palate as it convulsed in orgasm. I could feel Ella desperately trying to swallow my massive, sticky load, her eyes watering as she looked up at me.

“Fuck. That’s a good girl.” I let go as the fifth rope of cum burst against her desperate swallow. “Damn. That was good.” Pulling my flaccid dick free, I slapped it against her cheek to break off the last strand of semen. “Um, wait, what were you saying?”

Ella smiled at me as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand and wiggled her ass happily–she was always thrilled to hear a little praise. “Uh…Oh! Before you started fucking my face I was trying to tell you that you owe me.”

“Owe you what?”

“An orgasm!” Ella was pouting now. She crossed her arms against her bare chest and pushed out her bottom lip.

I stood up, zipping my jeans, “You say that like I’ve never sucked your clit–but I do all the time! You’re just obsessed with sucking my dick.”

“Hmph, you say that like it’s a bad thing.”

She looked away, feigning frustration.

I softly grabbed her chin and directed her gaze upwards. “You know I love getting you on your knees. And it makes you wet, doesn’t it?”

A slight smile formed at the corners of her mouth, “...Maaaaaybe.”

“Uh-huh, lemme check.” I grabbed her by the hips, pulled her to her feet, spun her ‘round, and pushed her against the wall.

“Mpmh, what are you–oh!”

The TV was muffled in the background. Death Mall 5: The Bargain Bin Butcher was droning away, small yelps and screams hovering beneath Ella’s huffing and puffing and whining.

My hand wrapped around her waist and dove inside her thong. “Yep, you’re pretty fucking wet right now. Looks like my work is done.”

Ella squeezed her thighs together and arched her back against my chest–both resisting me and welcoming further exploration. “No it’s–unf–no it’s fucking not!”

My other hand ran up her stomach slowly, drawing up a small trail of goosebumps before settling around one of her tits. I squeezed it gently, letting my thumb run in slow circles around her pink nipple.

I stuffed my hand into her soaking panties–index finger circling her clit in time with my hand at her nipple, middle finger pushing inside her wet slit.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

“Unf, I, uh, uh, I told you. That big dick of yours would probably barely fit.” She pushed her ass backwards, rubbing it into my cock, which was beginning to throb again.

“Maybe we should try sometime,” I added my ring finger, pushing my two digits apart to stretch her pussy slightly.

She smiled, “Ha, maybe so. You’d have to get me really warmed up first, though.”

My fingers curled inside her, drawing along the carinated ceiling of her cunt as I continued to tease her swollen clit. I dragged my digits outwards, drawing her wetness across her labia and up to her nub. Then my index finger was dipping back inside, searching for her g-spot while I pulled her clitoral hood back with my thumb. I massaged her nub, feeling her squirm against me as I stimulated her inside and out.

“Mmph,” Ella moaned in a way that told me she was biting her lower lip. She grinded against me, shifting her ass up and down my bare thighs. I grabbed her hip with my free hand and moved her slightly to the side, aligning her ass cheeks with my flaccid cock. Though her spit had barely dried on my cockhead, I could already feel the blood pouring into my shaft again. It began to swell between her thighs, pressing against her soaking slit.

She looked over her shoulder at me, a slight wetness in her eyes. Her voice fell to a low whisper, “Put it in. Put it in right fucking now.”

“What?” My finger was out of her again, now drawing wet circles along her nub.

“I said, put it in.”

“Are you sure? I don’t know if you’re sure. Don’t seem too eager.” Now I had a full-blown erection. It was pressing against her slick opening. All I’d have to do is lean forward a tiny bit and I’d be inside my best friend.

“Pleeeeeease,” she whined, “just fuck me. Fuck me right fucking now for the love of God. Fuck.”

I chuckled as she grinded against me more needily, her hands grasping her own tits, toying with her nipples while I kept mine below her waist. She didn’t need to tell me again. My hand shifted from her hip to the upper bout of her ass. I squeezed my fingers into her soft, but firm flesh as I leaned into her.

“Unf,” she moaned as my wide-brimmed tip pushed her apart. She inhaled deeply as the frenulum pushed past her entrance. My hand slid away from her clit and became tangled in her hair. I pushed her forward, shoving her harder into the wall. I was inside. I was fucking her for the first time. And goddamn did it feel fucking perfect. She pushed her ass against me and wiggled her hips, welcoming me further.

“Fuck,” I exhaled, my lips pressing against her earlobe. My hand moved from her hair to her throat. I wrapped my long fingers carefully but firmly at each side of her throat and squeezed the muscles. First, it was gentle, but as my pace picked up–the room filling with the wet slapping sounds of my thighs pounding against her ass–I became more aggressive. Her moans became airy wisps and I could feel her cunt squeeze tighter and tighter around my erection. She was dripping. Absolutely dripping. I could feel her wetness beginning to slide down my ballsack. I looked down, watching my cock disappear and reappear as it slid in and out of her. It was unbelievably hot. I never imagined we’d fuck like this and here I was, my balls slapping against Ella’s soaking slit.

There was a part of me that wanted to prolong our encounter. This was the first time we were actually fucking, after all. But I knew I couldn’t last. Sure, Ella has sucked me off countless times, but there’s always been that pent-up lust, that desire for more. And here I was, just like that, inside her, pounding away, my cock tensing up that final bit as I prepared to cum.

And she was right there alongside me. With my hands preoccupied with other portions of her body, one of her free hands had slipped between her thighs. She was rubbing her clit aggressively, bucking her body wildly against me as she approached orgasm.

“Can I–fuck–can I cum inside you?”

My hand was still around Ella’s throat, so, though she tried to speak, her attempt only produced a wonderful vibration against my fingertips. I was a split-second from orgasm when she simply nodded her head frantically, her blonde hair whipping against my face.

I burst.

And so did she.

She squeezed her legs together, trapping my convulsing cock inside her while her body shuddered with release. My fingers dug so hard into her hips that I was certain there would be bruises on her otherwise plush and pale backside.

It was one, two, three, and–finally–four, hard contractions as I emptied my sperm inside Ella’s warm, inviting pussy. She was clenching me tight, her whole body flexing until her orgasm faded away.

“Fu…fuck,” she tried to catch her breath while my cock shot its final sticky burst of semen against her cervix. I released my hand from her throat, letting it slip down to her waist, holding her as I kept sliding in and out–slower now, my cock beginning to soften.

She looked back at me, her hair matted with sweat, “Well…that was great.”

I leaned against her, steadying my body as I dealt with that aftershock of sensitivity. “Fuck yes it was. Maybe you’ll want to do this again…”

Her soft lips broke into a small smile, “Only if you’re going to help me cum like that.”

My cock, now mostly flaccid, slipped free as she untensed her legs. It bounced against the back of her thigh, just below her ass cheek, and stuck there. A thin trail of cum followed afterwards, running down her pale thigh.

“Wanna hop in the shower? You’re looking pretty fucking sticky.” I grinned.

She laughed, one more shiver emanating throughout her body. “Yeah, but then we gotta rewind Death Mall. Missed all the good bits.”

“Worth it.” I smacked her ass, gave her a kiss on the shoulder, and paused the movie.