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Slide The ache was becoming more pronounced. The pressure and constant motion was not something he was accustomed to in the normal course of the day. But, there was no adjustment, no complaint. He expected it and was committed to seeing this through. The effort was well worth the discomfort, but he did not think he could alter his approach and still get the same result. He was working hard to keep up, the crescendo precariously faltering on the edge of failure. The resistance was disheartening when weighed against the effort. However, he understood and sympathized; a forced outcome was never as satisfying as when it fulfilled itself. He knew his role was to guide and encourage rather than bully, and it was taking all of his concentration to do so. The humming did not help. He could feel her attempting to disarm him, seeing who would break first. She definitely knew how to do so with effect, but he wanted to maintain his resolve. Giving in now would only make any additional effort seem mechanical. There were times when doing so had its merits, but his discomfort was needling his pride. No, giving in at this point was unacceptable. Pushing on, he sensed her hesitate. The humming wavered, the briefest communication of her losing her control. Realizing his opportunity, he began his endgame. It was easy to tell she was onto him, but it did not matter. He would have his victory and there was nothing she could do to stop him. This did not stop her from trying. The additional strain to maintain his lead was amplifying the ache and though he did not stray from his line of engagement, he knew his time was limited. She attempted to maintain the semblance of her own strategy, but the throughline of humming lost its vigor. Her waning concentration only served to reduce the distraction to his own. Each moment measurably slowing her effort. It was then he knew he lost. She was on the brink, and it was all over for him. He had known to expect a final, desperate play to turn the tide, but she was ruthless in her execution. Her sudden abandonment of any resistance to his effort, and the expectation that he could finally ease his ache, had sparked an unbidden feeling of exhilaration. He felt the trap close in on him as he tried to restrain the sensation which was bolstered by the predatory smile curling the edges of her mouth. The slight pop, the simplest of sensations, vibrated the tip of his cock upon breaching her throat. He could feel her hold him there. The exquisite sensation of warmth wrapping around him tightly coupled with the exotic taboo of the thought of fucking her throat. The growl sliding through him was inevitable and devastating. And, feeling her pull him free from her throat and back into her mouth, he was gone. Each coursing shock of cum issuing from him met with a satisfying swallowing motion. It was all he could do to continue sucking on her clit, hoping to bring her down with him. Her gambit had left her vulnerable, but his purpose was competing with the ecstasy she now controlled. Wrapping his arms around her hips, he buried his face in her pussy. Using the shockwaves electrifying his entire body, he roughly used the flat of his tongue. Nose buried between her swollen and fragrant labia, his tongue continued to circle and rub her clit. Holding his breath and feeling the need to breathe again, he felt her finally crest. The sudden gush of her buttery, sweet pussy came as she began grinding. He felt her nails dig into his thighs and her mouth vibrate around his cock as she took her victory lap on his face. He felt her lay forward, and cool air began washing down his chin. Quick, hurried breaths filled his lungs and he threw his arms down on the bed. The ache in his jaw subsiding with the loss of pressure against it. He could feel her hand wrapped around his cock, even as her head was now resting on his thigh. Her own breathing swelling her breasts in time just below his stomach. The rest of her was limp on top of him with the exception of her hand. A moment passed this way with only their ragged breathing breaking the silence. Feeling her hand move to stroke him, the motion of her head told him she was now looking at her hand. He was smiling as her hand twisted around him with the rest of her body. Humor grew in him as she posed her question in silent eye contact. He was still very much hard. The question in her face turned to puzzled realization as he lunged up, grabbed her, and threw her down on the bed. The squeal of resistance she bleated quickly giving into moans as he set to teach her the difference between winning a battle and winning a war. |
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I think we are the winners for reading such descriptive prose. My name is MrWrong and I approved this comment
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