Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part Three
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Preppy shook his head. “No, not better. I think it’s fucking worse,” he ground out, looking as if he were in pain.
“How so?” I asked, stroking him from root to tip with a slight twist at the top.
Preppy hissed. “Because I want to fuck you again, but now I also don’t ever want my cock to be anywhere besides that beautiful mouth ever again. Those fucking red lips. Jesus fucking Christ, Doc. I thought I’d already died, but you’re the one killing me.”
“You mean like this?” I asked, taking him into my mouth again. Further this time. Preppy had a monster cock and although I used to think he was joking when he said that it was the honest truth. There was no way I’d be able to take all of him but I did the best I could, taking him until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. Giving him all I could because I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
“Holy fucking, shit,” Preppy groaned, holding onto the ground for support with one hand, the other still fisted in my hair. The next few sentences that came out of his mouth were incoherent because I began to slide him out and then back again, using my hand on the part of his shaft that my mouth couldn’t reach. Over and over again I stroked and sucked him with my tongue, squeezing him with my lips and hollowing out my cheeks so my mouth was wrapped as tightly around him as possible.
I used my other hand to reach around him and squeeze his ass cheek, pulling him in closer, holding him to me. I released him and pulled him back again, letting him know it was okay to move. He nodded, and bit his bottom lip, watching as he began to thrust his hips upward into my mouth then slowly pulling back out, groaning as he repeated the motion.
Over and over again he thrust forward and pulled back. I braced myself with my other hand on his ass and again he held my head with both hands as he fucked my mouth. Harder and harder until tears were flowing down my cheeks. I watched as the cords in his neck strained with his every movement. I felt his ass muscles tense and watched as his entire body tightened and his cock hardened in my mouth before spurts of warmth shot from him, deep into my throat. Preppy threw his head back and in the sexiest most animalistic roar he came and came and came until I thought I couldn’t swallow one more drop of his salty release.
He pulled out of me and collapsed onto the floor without pulling his pants back up. He pulled me down with him and wrapped his arms around my back. “I think I just broke a promise to you,” he panted, trying to catch his breath. Our chests heaving together in unison.
“What promise?” I asked, confused.
He tucked me in closer, laying a palm over my breast. “The one where I said I wouldn’t die again,” he chuckled. “‘Cause, Doc, I’m pretty sure you just fucking killed me.”
I made a move to stand up, still dizzy with lust and unsteady on my feet. Preppy pulled me back down and flipped me onto my back. “I’m not done with you, not even close,” he groaned, pushing my legs apart, spreading them wide as he licked his lips and appraised me. His gaze touching every part of my body. My insides clenched and I felt the wetness pump from my pussy, dripping down into my ass crack.
Preppy saw it too. He looked from between my legs to my face. “Fuck me,” he said running his hands up my body as he positioned himself over me and thrust inside in one long hard push.
I felt so full. His cock inside me felt warm and my body squeezed him, pulling him into me further. My nipples tightened and my skin felt alive as he pulled out and thrust back in using the same speed he had when his cock was in my mouth. He surprised me when he reached underneath me, lifting my hips so he could thrust even deeper. I cried out and he groaned.
He pulled out, just briefly, to dip two fingers inside me, wetting them. He pushed back inside me at the same time he fingered the tight circle of my back entrance, wetting it before pressing inside. “I want to fuck you here,” he groaned.
He pulled out and flipped me over suddenly, slapping my ass with such force my eyes watered but I didn’t have time to process the sting of pain because a new kind of pain had begun. The delicious pain of Preppy sliding his cock inside my ass.
The only time I’d ever had anal was when I was with Preppy and Bear at the same time and it was Bear who penetrated my back door. Not Preppy. But I didn’t remember much about that part of it. It was like being in a haze. All I remember is Preppy and the hurt in my heart, not the pain of my body or how it felt. Almost as if I was a spectator watching it all happen.
It burned as he penetrated me. There is no other pretty way to put it. But when he pushed past the tight nerves and further into me I was able to relax to the point where I felt nothing but full and a strange zing of pleasure that made my pussy clench.
“Ahhhhh, that’s my fucking wife. You like me in your ass don’t you?” Preppy asked. He pulled back and I cried out the loss of him but when he pushed back in I saw stars.
We both groaned and I pushed back against him needing to feel more. Preppy took the hint and started to move. Grabbing my hips and digging his fingers into my flesh he pumped furiously like the madman he was. Bringing me higher and higher into some realm of pleasure I’d never experienced before.
“You’re mine. Your pussy is mine. This ass is all fucking mine,” Preppy chanted as he thrust harder and harder. My eyes began to water, my throat closed up. The balance of pleasure and pain shifting from one to the other with each push and pull. A tightness started inside me and I clenched my teeth, pushing harder and harder back against Preppy, meeting him thrust for thrust until his hands were on my shoulders pulling me against him and grunting.
There was no longer any rhyme or reason to our pace. It was wild and furious and erratic and when he reached between us and inserted a finger into my pussy I screamed out as my orgasm burst from my lower belly, sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body. My sex clenched around emptiness and my ass tightened around Preppy’s cock until he was screaming with his own release, pushing deep inside as his warmth flooded me, spilling out around us and dripping down the backs of my thighs.
He pulled out and again we both collapsed. This time my body ached from the extreme bliss rolling through it. I felt both satisfied and energized.
When we were finally able to gather our wits about us, I noticed Preppy looking over at me. “What?” I asked, feeling the blush spread on my cheeks.
“I died,” he whispered, rubbing his thumb over my lips.