Discovering myself (18+)

19. On record

He never stops moving in and out at his pace. I feel every inch of his cock thrusting inside me. I confess, he feels amazing inside me.

In every trust, he goes as far as he can and then almost goes out of me before going deeper again. I gasp at the odds of him leaving my insides.

"I don't know, I don't know how much I had already," I respond bitting my lip to restraint a moan. Of course, I know, but I won't admit it, especially I won't confess that I never even had an orgasm before him.

"Four," he responds. Holding his eyes on me and continuing his extensive movement, just precisely stronger now, and faster. Increasing his speed until he reaches the perfect one. The one he knows I crave.

"Are you counting?" I ask trying to control my breath, "Is this about a record for you?" It is impossible though.

"Have you had more than four in once? Just answer me," he asks kissing my neck and biting my ear lobe. I shiver, I'm getting annoyed by his talking, only my body reacts differently. He has full control over my body reactions, even if my brain starts to think otherwise.

I am just living the literal experience of a fucking my brains out.

"Why?"

He goes down my neck continuing with his bites, passing his warm tongue slowly on my collarbone. While he opens my left leg even further providing him yet better access to my insides. I twist my head back, feeling him deep inside me. I'm rising again.

He is burry in me, he keeps providing me new sensations, I feel I'm in an out-of-body experience. Each time he buries himself inside and rubs his body against my clit during the movement, I go higher. My breath is shallow, chocked. I can't inhale enough air in my lungs.

"Just answer Kelsey, it will make things go faster."

His talk is truly bothering me, as always. Despite that, the way he pronounces my name with his husky voice and his accent heat something inside of me. There is something about how he articulates the 'l' and then pronounces the 'y' at the end that sends a shiver starting on my ear and traveling down my spine. It is good he doesn't say my full name very often, it makes my body responds to him even more if that is even possible.

"It's one," It escapes my mouth shyly, and not complete with the one you gave me last time.

For some reason I don't know, I couldn't lie to him. I could have just said ten or whatever, but no, the truth has to come out, leaving my mouth with regret.

"You have never had more than one orgasm per time?"

"Don't make me repeat it, Andrew," I said bothered with him and he's talking again during sex. Could he just shut up and fuck me?

"Oh, your ex is such a twat, I gave you four and I'm not even making too much effort," he says nonchalantly.

I gawk at him; I think I hate him.

It is not possible for someone to be that conceited, especially not in the middle of sex. Wait, in the middle of amazing sex.

Couldn't he have wait to say something stupid and kill the mood?

The worst thing is even I am disliking him right now, wanting to just slap him on the face to check if it could provide some reasoning to him, he is still inside me providing me a pleasure I have never tasted before. I'm unable to ignore it, to control it, to stop it.

My insides are still welcoming him, happier than ever.

I frown at him. He chuckles.

"I didn't mean like that Kels, stop being mad." He is caressing the outside of my left leg that he keeps up open for him. I shut my eyes feeling tingles with his touch.

"No, I think you should stop," I state, keeping my eyes close, trying to stabilize myself.

My brain just had enough of him and his smugness, the thing is my body couldn't desire him more. He just worships it as it belongs to him, as he knows every part, my every curve, every perfect spot that even I didn't know. It is not fair.

"You sure? You want me to stop?" He keeps pounding inside me all the time, and he knows he is in the exact place I want him to be. Coercing me to crave for more. How could I urge him to stop?

I couldn't respond, but, still, with my eyes close, I concentrate all my strength on nodding my head, yet my tricky mouth provides a moan to his performances. I surely hate him.

Be stronger Kelsey, get over this.

"God, I hate your guts, Andrew." He chuckles.

"Do you now?"

"Yes", I hope he has understood it as a statement because it really sounded like a moan of pleasure. He smirks.

"I'm sure you hate when I'm touching you like that," he keeps moving his hand all over my body, caressing it with his firm touch, "I can see your nipples hard for me of pure hatred", damn, why can't I control it?

He moves his lips taking my nipple and nibling it.

"You are moaning and panting beneath me, you are enjoying every second of me fucking you, Kelsey."

Why is he telling me this excites me? I must have some critical psychologic disturbance. It didn't suppose to be sexy; I have to be angry with him.

He moves slowly my arms up, caressing them during the way over my head, keeping them in his hands, attaching them again.

"Just feel this Kels, do you see this?"

"I'm not seeing anything!" I spit bothered, panting.

He chuckles again, releasing one of his hands to caress every skin on my body on his way down.

"Your body responses to mine are amazing." He states watching my body as it is a work of art and starts increasing his pace again, taking my right breast in his hands and massaging it. I feel his fingers around it, touching every part of my breast, stroking it, squeezing it.

I just want to avoid any reaction; I just want to prove him wrong. But I can't avoid my back arching again.

Fuck.

"I didn't mean to upset you, Kels." He said again, taking a lock of hair off my face.

"I just mean, you and me, it is undeniable our chemistry. It doesn't mean I'm not making any effort." He says placing his hand on my waist, caressing it, and then proceeding to my butt and clutching it.

"I'm making a lot in fact, to not finish this sooner than it is supposed to. It is hard work."

He completes biting my earlobe and pounding faster and faster inside me.

"Each time you clench around me", he sulks for air closing his eyes, "I just need all my power to be able to continue." He says kissing me, forcing me to melt in his lips, opening my mouth to his bubble gum tongue.

I gasp. It is hard to breathe with him doing all these things to me. I want to grab the sheet or anything.

No, his back, I want to scratch his entire back, I want to mark it, sink my nails in him, feel his soft skin in a whole new level, but he keeps my hands secured on his.

So, I keep my mouth shut. I swear I won't moan; I won't give him this pleasure.

It is hard though. In no time he makes me cum again. And I just wanted to scream my lungs out. I succeed to control most of it though.

I'm panting. I'm exhausted, is tiring to try to control myself, and failing miserably.

He came just after me, cursing and keeping his hard end-of-a-marathon breath on my neck, letting his body falls over mine, placing his weight over me. I feel the heat of his body being transfer to my own, his heart racing against my chest, his soft lips against my ear speaking between hard breaths:

"Next time you will scream my name when you cum," he takes a deep breath before continuing, "I don't mind fucking you for hours to achieve it."

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