When yet another curveball puts Andy and Lex's relationship into serious jeopardy, the stakes become higher than they've ever been, forcing the couple to fight not only for their love but also for their lives.
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As it turned out, I would most certainly need the transportation services to be extended all the way to the next day. Lex was being absolutely merciless.
Yes, he'd been a little too excited the first time, but he was now much more in control of his impulses. It had taken him seven minutes to give me a fifth orgasm using his deft tongue and fingers, and that had been enough for his erection to regain a glorious state. That had been an hour ago, and he still hadn't parted from it, controlling himself with astute rigor. Any time he was getting close to his own climax, he'd pull out and use his fingers, tongue, or even Jason or Idris on me.
I wasn't allowed a minute to rest, but he didn't hesitate to take a few as soon as he needed to. As I endured orgasms after orgasms, I promised to myself that the next time I'd have him tied up, I would make him come over and over again, until it wasn't sperm coming out of him anymore but bone marrow. I would fucking obliterate him as he was doing to me.
Hopefully, he would be done soon, and I'd finally get a moment to recuperate from this slex marathon from hell. Or rather heaven, since he made me touch the skies too many times for me to keep count. In all fairness, I had the safe word if I wanted any of it to stop, and I knew he would respect it in a heartbeat. But as much as I felt like I was dying from too much pleasure, it was nothing he hadn't done to me before.
And anyway, I was a bad bitch. I could take this and more.
When the intensity of his shoves increased, becoming harsher, longer, and faster, I did a silent prayer that it was it, that he'd allow himself to come this time. Wasn't it as uncomfortable for him as it was for me to be edged like this?
My own pleasure was peaking, and if the timing was right, if I started clenching and spasming around him just as he reached his point of no return, it would drive him too mad to pull out.
At this point, my entire body was aching, dying to move, to bend, to stretch... The skin around the restraints was tender, chaffed in places from all the tugging I'd involuntarily done. After this orgasm, I'd probably ask him to loosen them a little, and to allow me a moment of freedom so I could shake the discomfort off for a moment.
The pillow was still tucked under my lower back, still angling me in the most perfect way for the repeated intrusion of his cock, and the plug was still resting right between me and the mattress, its pressure changing with each of his powerful trust. Fuck, I'd turned into a coming machine. A sex doll that could orgasm and that was meant for that and only that.
He was all sweaty and mighty, his muscles bulking from all the activity he'd been putting them through for the past hour. His arms were huge and flexed, a network of veins snaking under his tanned skin. Any time he pushed himself up, I could glimpse at his body between us, the curves of his pecs, the perfect lines of his abs, the path between them that led to his cock ramming into me...
The room was full of the sounds we made, our breathings, our moans, groans, the wetness between us, and the sliding and slapping of our fleshes. I almost regretted that we hadn't set up a camera upon starting, because this would have definitely been worthy of rewatching.
