Page 19 of Resisting Isaac

The duality of what we’re doing, me swallowing him down, him thrusting his tongue inside me, is so hot I could come again. But I want to please him, to unravel him the way he did me so many times already. So, I focus on the massive cock in my mouth and alternate stroking and sucking, deep throating him as much as I can while his mouth assaults every part of me it can reach.

“Close,” he grunts out, so I tighten my grip, stroking his length once more, then take him deep into my throat.

His entire body jerks below me and I know he’s nearly there.

But he’s eating me so aggressively, I’m losing the battle for control. The friction of his face stubble on my thighs, his hands gripping and spreading my ass, and Heaven help me, that tongue of his lashing my clit then plunging inside me, I can’t take it, I’m close too.

I try to speak but he does it for me.

“Condom, in wallet, side table,” he grits out while pistoning his hips so he’s fucking himself upward into my mouth. “Grab it and put it on me, then get up here and ride this dick. I want to feel that pussy come on my cock.”

I reach over and grab the condom from his wallet, rip it open roughly, and slide the latex down his shaft. Turningaround I see his handsome face, wild eyed and covered in my juices.

So fucking hot.

I climb onto him, easing my sensitive flesh down slowly. But he’s not having it. He grips my throat, and I gasp.

“Playtime is over, baby. Ride me like you rode that bull.”

I stare into his eyes and slam myself down on him. Hard. Over and over, rolling my hips against him like I did on the bull.

“Look how well that greedy pussy takes my cock, spitfire.”

I can’t look down because of the hand in an iron grip around my throat but it’s so hot I don’t care.

My pussy milks him, clenching and pulling until he’s exploding inside me. The force is so intense, I feel it through the condom, and it triggers my own orgasm.

The rolling of my hips slows as we come down together.

“Damn,” he says gently. “That was...fuck. Sorry, I know you wanted me to come in your mouth. I still can. Just give me a few minutes.”

“No apologizing, remember?” I lean forward and kiss him chastely on the lips. Then I practically collapse on him, so I have to lean back to look at his face. “Seriously? You can go again in a few minutes?”

We’re both covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

He half shrugs. “Yeah. Maybe sooner if you keep shoving those gorgeous tits in my face.”

I let out a soft laugh but he’s serious.

“They’re fake. My lashes are fake. My lips are fake.” These tits are most definitely fake. “I used to be as flat-chested as a twelve-year-old boy.”

Maybe half a dozen orgasms is like truth serum. I don’t tell people what procedures I’ve had because the trolls onlineare always looking for a reason to tear women apart. I’ve also never had this many orgasms all at once before so I don’t know what the side effects might be. Possibly blindness from the way my vision is blurring.

“Nothing about you is fake, baby. If enhancements make you feel good, then get them. Enjoy them. I sure as hell did.”

They do make me feel good. Sexy. Feminine. Desirable.

But sometimes I feel like I’m not really myself anymore. Occupational hazard of acting like other people for a living. But I wanted this. Wanted to act and be seen and this was what it took. And honestly, I’ve grown attached to this version of myself. Even the fake, or enhanced, parts.

His words make me smile.

“I’m glad.”

He brushes his nose against mine. “You love them. Admit it. You were squeezing them without even realizing it just now when you were coming.”

“I was?”

He nods. “Pretty hard actually. That image will haunt my dreams forever. So fucking hot.”