17 Hours

Seventeen hours was all we had. Not twenty-four, not forty-eight. Only seventeen hours to catch up, make out, fuck and sleep. Time was not on our side but this is all we had for the moment.

It had been two long weeks since we had seen each other. I had been on edge the whole week. I no longer had any fears of reaching an orgasm because I was teetering on one for 48 hours. I wanted his brutality and even disclosed a safe word to him. I told him not to expect much sleep because I wanted to get the most out of these seventeen hours.

I could kiss him for hours. It's all I needed to make a puddle of wet in my panties. We spoke in moans, gestures and grunts. There were times when audible words were made but most times it was me crying out to "God" and "Fuck".

When we kissed, his hand wrapped around my throat and I gasped. My body was stiff, then limp. I could feel the orgasm collect in my wet panties. His fingers pressed against my jugular and I could feel the world close around this pinpoint of a moment; his tongue invaded my mouth, the wetness dripped to my thighs and my body wanted him inside me. His hand let go and I gasped for a breath and a shudder rippled through my body.

Our bodies shifted and my left hand grabbed his cock. He let out an audible sigh of relief. There are times when gripping his cock makes me feel animalistic and this was one of those times. His hand wrapped into the tangle mess of my hair and I knew my mouth was going to meet his cock. He pulled himself up and pushed me onto his cock. I pushed his cock into the back of my throat. Both hands grabbed my hair and pushed my head to take in every inch of his cock. I gagged, sucked and licked. His cock was rock solid and throbbed with two weeks of pent up sexual need.

I pulled my head off, "Suck my tits."

He lay beside me and shoved my nipple into his mouth. My body arced as I felt every bit of frustration escape from my cunt. His other hand toyed with the free nipple. I was overwhelmed with pure lust. I wanted nothing more than feel any part of him penetrate me. I hadn't even pushed a toy or even a finger in my cunt in the two-week absence.

I was more than aching.

I was more than grouchy.

I was more than ready.

His hand inched torturously to the edge of my panties. I was near hyperventilating. My hands grabbed at his hair, his arm and his back. I was focused on one thing and it was that very moment a finger would slip so effortlessly inside my two-week tightness. Panties pushed down, my legs spread and I was the needy slut near begging with my body for him to take me.

Invade me.

Finger me.

Fuck me.

His had hovered over my cunt. I sucked in a lung full of air. He slapped at my cunt and I came.

Slap, orgasm.

Slap, orgasm.

Slap. Orgasm.

My groans were pleading with him. Give me what I need. Not want, but need. Finally, finally he pushed his finger inside me and everything erupted. The wetness sprayed from any space he left with his hand and my cunt.

"YESssss," he grunted as his finger pressed every button in me to come and flood the bed beneath us.

I couldn't take any more of this as I clenched his cock the whole time. "Fuck me."

I watched him climb between my legs, felt the head of his cock push and I couldn't stop the orgasms one after another. I soaked his cock with every thrust he angled inside me. I wrapped my legs around his body as he fucked me till he was out of breath and panting.

"I want your cock in my mouth," I said pushing him off me and letting him fall on to his back.

I grabbed his swelled cock that was drenched with my orgasms. I stared at how hard and big it was. I pushed the tip in my mouth and he let out a moan. I tasted, licked and sucked myself from the length of his cock. His legs were already tensed and I knew he was almost ready. I started to stroke his cock while lubricating the head of his cock with my tongue and stopped to shove his cock in my mouth. I stroked faster and his body would jerk and lurch.

"Oh fuck," were the magical words as I shoved his cock deep in my mouth to swallow his come. I sucked slowly and gently taking every bit of him inside me.

I pulled myself back up next to him. We rested for a bit and started the whole process all over again.

Best seventeen hours of my life.

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