Brittany Hills Chronicles: Act 3

Ronnie 124

I was starting to panic... my legs were shaking but I didn't know if that was from fear or Matisse's strokes.... my vision was blurry from the numerous times my eyes had rolled into the back of my head and from the tears of pleasure I had shed..... I was weak.... drenched in sweat... I wasn't sure how much longer I could go, but I knew the question was coming.... 'How many times did I make you cum?' Matisse was going to ask and I wasn't sure if it was eight or nine... if I got it wrong, fuck if I got it wrong.... Matisse was going to fuck me until I couldn't walk, that's probably why he got this room so I could recover. Fuck he smelled good, he buried his head into the pillow, as his body pressed against mine... his slow thrust were intended to make me feel every inch... ten inches long and as thick as a can of soda. His breathing had increased, he was getting close.... I needed it.... every single drop.... in me, on me.... I didn't care. Matisse grabbed my face and turned me to him, pushing his lips against mine as his strokes became rapid. My fingers cut into his back, but he loved the pain... The sheets were drenched, but I didn't care.... As quick as lightning Matisse rolled over, he wanted me to ride the nut out of him.... I did it.... Suddenly as a flash, I could feel my dick force out what little cum I had left as he let out a low growl and pumped his nut inside of me.... Fuck was it nine or ten now???? I didn't fuckin know but Matisse seemed to be basking in the glow of his first nut so it gave me time to recount.....

"Fuuuccckkk...." Matisse moaned as he kissed all over my stomach. "I fighting here Terron... I really am because you know what I'm about to ask and I praying that you get it wrong so we can go again...." Matisse said wrapping his arms around, I could feel his dick still inside me... beating like a heart urging him to keep going. "How many times did I make you cum?" He asked looking up at me.

"Nine...." I said confidently even though it was a wild guess, a smile start spreading across Matisse's handsome face slowly and then... disappointment.

"Fuck... I was hoping you got it wrong because I'm REALLY trying to go again... your ass.... it does something to me and your head.... I swear I be fighting that nut." Matisse said slowly pulling his dick out of me, the mix of pain, pleasure, and emptiness from his dick not being inside me clouded my judgment and I almost said let's go again... ALMOST.... "What you got planned for the rest of the day, I kinda wanna chill here and talk...." Matiss said rolling out of bed his dick still rock hard.

"We're supposed to be meeting at my boy's house to discuss the group situation... that was about two hours ago." I said looking at the digital clock that was in the hotel room.

"Damn, why didn't you remind me? You know once I'm in my zone, there's very little that can break me out of it, but I want to respect you and your time so if you had some shyt you needed to handle you should've told me." Matisse said helping me to my feet.

"Am I complaining?" I said smiling. Matisse stared at me for a second before pulling me towards him by my waist. "But I should get going... if not I'm going to be here until security kicks us out... However.... it would be extremely childish of me to leave you like this..." I said reaching down, grabbing his dick, and pulling him to the bathroom.....

"Fuck...." Matisse said still shaking..... "See... you bout to start something in here that I don't think you can finish." Matisse said as I licked my lips.

"Why does your cum taste so damn good?" I asked wanting to go back in for seconds, thirds, and fourths.....

"Why do YOU taste so good?" Matisse countered. "I mean every inch of you.... your lips..." He said kissing me. "You neck...." He moved to my neck. "Shoulders.... chest.... stomach.... thighs.... legs..... toes.... but you know what my favorite is....." He said turning me around and pressing his dick against my ass. "The answer to your question... I drink a cup of pineapple juice every morning, fresh pineapples... I get it from this spot on campus I throw them in the blender with strawberries and mangoes...." Matisse said smiling.