Chapter 4: Climax
The dawn of the final day of Mike's recovery had arrived, and with it, Sarah, with her petite form and flushed face readied herself for the encounter that awaited them both.
She hadn't been able to shake thoughts of Michael out of her head, his body, his voice, his touch haunting her nights and drawing her into dreams full of eroticism. Each day had brought a new temptation, a new sensation that taunted her, whispering in her ear to seek him out, to indulge in the desire that coursed through her like molten lava.
Michael lay in his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, his body eager and needy, waiting for Sarah's arrival. Lorraine, the overnight nurse, tried valiantly to fuck his brains out, but Lorraine was an awful lay.
She struggled to take even the first few inches of his girth, whining like a cheap porn star.
As Lorraine's moans grew more desperate in her fumbling attempts to pleasure Michael, he gritted his teeth and feigned an orgasm, hoping to put an end to her pitiful efforts.
"Fuck, Lorraine, that was amazing," he lied, suppressing a shiver of disgust.
Lorraine beamed with satisfaction, looking more than pleased with herself for able to elicit such a response from her patient. She climbed off the bed, straightening her wrinkled uniform and patting her hair back in place.
Michael barely concealed his relief, and pretended to doze off, eager to get some rest before Sarah's next shift. His mind raced with anticipation as he thought about what they would do together.
All the while, Sarah readied herself at her house, picking scrubs that would not draw unnecessary attention to her body, and yet still give Michael a glimpse of her curves.
Sarah looked at the drawer full of underwear and bra sets, all lacy and new. She giggled to herself as she thought of how the nurses or even Mike might react to such provocative undergarments.
Yet another idea popped into her head, one that made her blush to the tips of her ears. She decided to wear no underwear at all.
The thought of this flirtatious act, putting her bare pussy on display for Michael to admire, made her shiver in anticipation.
This time Sarah pulled on a pair of loose-fitting gray scrubs which clung to her like a second skin instead of traditional nursing garb. As Sarah looked at herself in the mirror, she saw how the fabric accentuated her firm ass and plunging neckline, revealing a hint of her cleavage.
Her nipples were already stiffer than diamond underneath the fabric, and with each jostle of her body, she could feel the delicate buds brushing against the inside of her scrubs.
Her pussy was already swelling with excited anticipation of being touched by him again, and she let out a sigh as she closed her eyes, imagining the feeling of his rough hands on her body.
Fuck, Sarah thought to herself. She couldn't believe how much she wanted him.
But the waiting was over, and she felt her pussy clench in response.
With each passing moment, Sarah felt her excitement grow. Before long, she was overwhelmed by a desire she couldn't contain. She felt a throbbing between her legs, and she could no longer quell the fire that burned deep inside her.
Sarah still needed to drive
to the hospital, but she couldn't ignore the monster stirring within her. With a low moan, she ran her hand down the front of her scrubs, curling her fingers into her curls and pulling, dragging her sensitive flesh along her swollen pussy lips.
Her nipples had become so stiff and hard that they ached, craving the touch of Michael's lips or the smooth coolness of his hands on them.
As she drove to work, Sarah fondled herself, rubbing her pussy through her pants until she could no longer contain herself. Yet, there was no privacy to rid herself of this overwhelming desire. So she made her way to the hospital, her body practically pulsating in anticipation.
Sarah felt her pussy buck like a pitbull at the end of a chain, begging for release. The thin fabric of her scrubs was no match for the heat and moisture that radiated from her sex. It craved to be touched and tasted, to be set free from the suffocating confines of her scrubs.
She couldn't help it; her hand had a mind of its own, and she slipped inside her loose pants.
She found her clit with her fingertips, already swollen and sensitive. She was on the verge of exploding, but alas all the touching served to do was pour gasoline on the fire that already burned deep within her loins.
Sarah took a deep breath, trying to steady her trembling hand. It felt as if every nerve ending was on high alert, ready to explode at the slightest caress.
“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath. “Get it together.”
She needed to focus on driving, needed to get to the hospital before she lost all control. But her body refused to cooperate, and she could feel herself slipping further and further into a lust-filled haze with each passing moment.
“Fuck!”, Sarah exclaimed, the word coming out as a near yell as her car sped along the road. All she wanted was to pull over and relieve the pent-up tension within her, but she knew that nothing but Mike could relieve her.
She pulled into the hospital parking lot and fumbled with her keys, her heart raced and pounded against her rib cage like a drum. She had never been so horny, so desperate, and so focused solely on her own desires before.
Sarah could hardly bear the anticipation. The more she thought about Michael, the more her body throbbed and yearned for his touch. Her muscles twitched and rippled beneath her skin, like an impatient tickle. Still, she managed to pull herself together and putting on a professional facade, or so she thought.
Sarah walked through the hospital like a heat seeking missile - nipples rock hard, clearly visible damp patches soaking through the front of her pants.
All the other nurses on the floor couldn't help but stare. Most of them had seen their fair share of horny patients or doctors over the years, but Sarah's unapologetic arousal was a far cry from the usual hospital flirting.
And the level of jealousy that washed over the other nurses when they saw Sarah was unmatched.
Sarah couldn't help but feel their eyes raking over her body, sizing her up and down, and she knew they were all thinking the same thing: What does she have that I don't?
Sarah didn't care what anyone else thought, though. Sarah could barely believe how much she wanted Michael, and she couldn't wait any longer to have him. When Sarah entered Michael's room, her breath caught in her throat. There he was, her six-foot-plus dreamboat, his well-built body barely covered by the thin hospital gown.
Sarah then found Lorraine sitting on the stool - make-up a mess, scrub top on inside out, hair tussled, Lorraine clearly had been 'fucking' Michael.
Sarah all but felt her pussy claw through her pants like Superman tearing through a dress shirt.
Her arousal was obvious, and even a blind man would have been able to see it.
"Lorraine, I am going to take over from here" she half demanded, half requested.
Lorraine glanced at the door and then back at Sarah, with incredible agony Lorraine rose from the stool. Her pussy ached uncontrollablely due to her failed effort to please Michael.
Lorraine walked like she had been split in half, smiling like she were queen of the world.
Sarah couldn't help but notice the smell of sweat and cheap perfume radiating from Lorraine's skin, a lingering scent of their unsatisfactory encounter.
"Yeah, sure thing, Sarah. Michael's all yours." Lorraine said, with a sly grin, as if she thought she had given Mike anything worthwhile.
A part of Sarah wanted to rip her head off, but she didn't want to waste any more energy on her. She needed it all for Michael.
"Thanks, Lorraine," Sarah managed to say through gritted teeth.
Lorraine left the room with a final glance at Michael, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. Sarah watched her go, her mind racing.
"Sarah," Michael said, his voice a low whisper that sent shivers down her spine.
She felt an immediate clenching between her legs, her sheer soaked scrubs now sticky from her constant self-gratification.
Sarah approached the bedside, trying to steady her breath as she looked into Michael's eyes.
They were both lost in their own thoughts, but the sexual tension between them had reached a breaking point.
Michael could see the lust in Sarah's eyes, and his cock stirred beneath the gown he wore. He was semi-hard, his length pushing against the fabric in a tantalizing manner.
Sarah's body responded instantly as she looked at his gown, recalling memories of his naked splendor she had observed during her previous visits.
"how was Lorraine's performance...Michael?" Sarah whispered, her voice thick with lust.
"I don't think I need to answer that." Michael replied, a sly grin spreading across his face.
"I couldn't even feel anything. She tried, god knows she tried, but it was like fucking a piece of wood." Michael admitted, wincing slightly.
Sarah looked at Mike's eyes and ordered, "details mister" she whispered, almost sounding like a demand.
"Her tits weren't even a handful, and her pussy, God it was so dry. I felt like I was fucking a damn desert!" Michael blurted out.
"She tried her best with a mouth full of teeth, but it felt like getting licked by a dead fish. I couldn't even get hard for the poor thing."
"Michael, I told you I'd take care of you. You didn't have to go through that." She said.
"She tried her best to get me hard, but I just couldn't bring myself to it. No matter what she did or what I thought about, I just couldn't get it up."
Sarah inhaled and exhaled full huffing breaths, her nipples as hard as ever heaved against the fitted material of her scrub top.
Mike could see the swell of her breasts beneath the thin material, and his cock stiffened even further at the thought of burying his face there.
His eyes were glued to her jiggling breasts, and she couldn't help but notice the slight twitch of his cock underneath the blue hospital gown.
Sarah slowly moved closer to his bed, her hips swaying sensuously as she walked. She placed a hand gently on his shoulder and leaned in close to whisper in his ear.
"You deserve better than that, Michael, and I'm gonna give it to you."
Her voice was sultry, a soft purr that reverberated in her chest. Her words ignited the kind of breathless need in Michael that he hadn't experienced since the accident.
"I want to feel your body, Michael," she continued, her breath hot against his ear.
Her words set him on edge. His cock was harder than he had ever remembered it being, straining against the thin fabric of his hospital gown.
Sarah noticed the slight twitch in his cock, and she felt a surge of pleasure knowing that she had turned him on so much.
Michael let out a low groan as he felt her warm breath cascading against the shell of his ear. His hands tightened into fists, struggling to contain the need to reach out and touch her there, right where her nipples were begging for his touch.
"Jesus Fucking Christ," Michael said under his breath.
Sarah's breath hitched as she heard him swear, his voice dripping with need. She moved even closer, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear.
"What do you want me to do, Michael?" Sarah whispered, her voice sultry and full of promise.
A soft moan escaped Michael's lips, his grip on the bedsheets tightening even more as he fought to maintain composure.
"I want to feel you, all of you," Michael replied, his voice low and strained.
Sarah clenched two fistfuls of his hospital gown and pulled, the material tearing apart like paper, revealing inch after inch of his chiseled abdominals. She gasped at the sight, her pussy throbbing in anticipation.
Michael could see the desire in Sarah's face, a mixture of lust and confusion that told him she had never experienced such raw need before. He wanted nothing more than to plunge himself deep inside her warmth, but he knew he needed to take it slow.
"I've wanted this for so long," Sarah whispered, her voice husky as she dragged her tongue along his collarbone.
Michael's heart pounded even harder at the sound of her hunger, the scent of her perfume mingling with the dizzying mix of sweat and anticipation that now filled their small, isolated hospital room.
Sarah wrapped her lithe arms around his broad shoulders, pressing her body against his as she kissed him firmly, her mouth open and eager as she eagerly explored the depths of his inviting lips with her tongue. Michael groaned, his hands coming to rest on the curve of her smooth, yielding ass as he ground himself against her thigh, desperately needing to feel her.
Michael let out a soft groan in response, his body trembling at her touch. Sarah's fingers trailed along his rock-hard abs, encircling his waist and tugging him closer.
Michael moved his hand to the back of Sarah's head, running his fingers through her silky locks as she leaned in to kiss him.
Mike pushed Sarah away forcing her to look into his eyes. The look in his eyes sent a shiver down Sarah's spine.
This time it was Mike's turn to tear clothes from the other's body. He forcefully yanked down her scrubs, ripping the thin fabric like a wild animal.
Her breasts spilled out from the confines of her shirt, nipples hard and aching to be touched.
Mike's breath hitched as he took in Sarah's bare chest. Her perky tits were a wonder to behold, and he couldn't resist reaching out to touch them.
His hands roughly kneaded her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her sensitive nipples, which hardened even more under his touch.
Then he tore the fabric of her pants, which gave way under his strong, rough grip.
The sound of ripping fabric and the exhilaration of Mike's primal lust fanned the fire burning between Sarah's thighs.
Her bare pussy was exposed and eager, glistening with wetness that spread across the tops of her thighs.
The two then collided back into a kiss, their lips intertwined as their bodies writhed against each other, desperate for one another's touch. Michael's hands roamed her supple curves, savoring each inch as his fingers traced the contours of her hips, her lower back, and her protruding ass.
Sarah gasped in delight at the sensation of his calloused fingers on her hips. Her back arced elegantly, allowing him room to explore her every crevice. In response, she impaled herself onto his steadfast member. It roughly ground into her mons pubis, reaching nearly to her bellybutton. She writhed and moaned in a most unbecoming fashion, her hips bucking up against his as her arms clawed at his broad shoulders.
Mike took hold of her waist and steady her with one powerful arm, while the other hand travelled to find her clit, caught between the swollen lips of her soppy pussy.
His fingers slid through her folds with ease, coated in her arousal. Sarah whimpered in need, her hips bucking up to meet his touch as he began to rub her swollen nub.
Mike relished the feel of her body yielding over him, writhing in lust as his fingers moved faster and harder against her needy clit. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, an almost desperate need for release.
"Fuck, you feel good, Sarah," Mike said in a guttural tone, his fingers working with practiced ease.
Sarah gasped at the sudden intrusion, her hips jolting forward as his fingers found their mark. With each circle, her breath hitched, her mind drifting into the throes of ecstasy.
Mike took it as fast as he could, his fingers deftly strumming her sensitive clit as she writhed atop him.
Her moans grew louder and more desperate with each passing moment, her body trembling as she drew closer to the edge.
Sarah's mind was a haze of sensation, all thought erased as she felt herself spiraling toward the precipice.
"Oh, God, Mike!" she cried out, her nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders as she rocked her hips against his hand.
Mike felt her orgasm building, the muscles of her pussy clenching and unclenching around him as he plunged his fingers deep inside her.
With each thrust of his fingers, Sarah moaned louder and louder, her body quivering with pleasure.
Sarah's swollen pussy gripped his fingers tightly, as if trying to pull them in deeper. He could feel her climax nearing, her body trembling beneath him. He increased his speed, determined to bring her to the edge and push her off.
Suddenly, Sarah's body tensed up, her back arched, and a loud moan escaped her lips as she came.
Her orgasm ripped through her like a freight train, whipping her into a state of euphoria that blinded her to everything else.
For a brief moment, Sarah's whole world revolved around the sensations coursing through her body. Her tender flesh became electrified, her skin tingling with the aftershocks of her climax. Her whimpers turned into cries of delight as the ripples of pleasure intensified and stretched out, washing over her in wave after wave.
Mike watched, mesmerized by the spectacle before him.
Her whole body shook, her pussy gripping Mike's fingers tightly, and her sweet juices coating his hand.
Mike removed his fingers and resumed kissing Sarah deeply, his tongue exploring the taste of her essence on his lips. He cupped her breasts, squeezing and massaging them with calloused hands.
His cock threatened to burst, harder than concrete, heavier than an anvil.
Sarah moaned, the sensation of Michael's touch sending shivers down her spine, her nipples growing even harder under his grip.
Then he grabbed Sarah by the waist, lifting her up effortlessly and positioning her over his aching member.
He looked deep in her eyes and asked
"Sarah, do you want this?"
She nodded eagerly as she wrapped her legs around his chiseled torso.
Yet Mike held her aloft, "say the words, Sarah. Tell me you want my cock deep inside you."
Her voice soft yet feisty, "Fuck me, Mike...."
The confession was all Mike needed. He groaned and lowered her down on him, his cock roughly taking her warm and moist pussy.
It slid in easily for the first inch or two, her core welcoming him like a warm embrace.
The next few inches were met with her gentle resistance, muffled whimpers escaping her lips, his thickness stretching her tight pussy further than ever before.
Michael paused, letting her adjust to his size and giving her a chance to regain her breath.
But it was no use—she wanted all of him. With a wicked smile, Sarah took the reins and slammed herself down on him, impaling herself on his cock in one swift movement.
Instantly, Sarah came from the sensation. The feeling of Mike's girth stretching her pussy had sent her over the edge, and she let out a low, deep moan at the sheer pleasure of it.
Mike watched in awe as Sarah's face screwed up in pleasure, her whole body trembling and twitching as if she was going through an exorcism. Her tits jiggled and bounced with each of her writhing movements, the pale pink nipples erect and incredibly tempting.
"Goddamn, Sarah!" Mike shouted, his head thrown back as she sheathed him fully within her.
Sarah felt herself stretching around him, her sensitive pussy walls fitting around him like a second skin.
The feeling of him buried deep inside her was overwhelming. Her thighs shook at the intrusion and she gripped his shoulders tightly for support.
"Fuck, you're so big," she managed to gasp out, "bigger than I've ever felt."
Mike grinned, "And you're so fucking tight, Sarah. I can barely move."
Sarah, her eyes wide with lust, whispered, "So move."
And he did. Slowly at first, he lifted her up and brought her back down, his hips thrusting upward to meet her. Her pussy was a vise around his cock, squeezing him tighter than a fist. He could feel every ripple, every twitch, every pulse of her core as he slid in and out.
Her pussy clenched so hard he thought it'd snap his dick in half, but he didn't care. He wanted more of her, all of her.
Sarah moaned as she rode him, her hips moving in circles, grinding against him like she was trying to fuck her own hand.
"Fuck, yes," Mike growled, his hands gripping her ass, guiding her movements, "Take it, Sarah. Take my cock."
She did, eagerly, her body moving with a hunger that matched his own. She was insatiable, her need for him consuming her completely.
Mike sat up, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close.
Their slick chests pressed together, Sarah's hard nipples grazing against his skin. They kissed hungrily, their tongues entwining like snakes, each desperate to consume the other.
Sarah's hands roamed his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, her fingers digging into his flesh. Mike's hands were just as eager, squeezing her ass, running up her back, tangling in her hair.
He pushed her back onto the bed, never breaking their kiss. Sarah's legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer, her heels digging into his ass, urging him on.
Raw pure testosterone and virility oozed from Mike's every pore. His mere gaze would've made a lesser woman cum hard enough to pass out. Sarah, however, was no ordinary woman. She was a fucking goddess, and she was about to show Mike exactly what she was capable of.
Sarah's hands reached for his chest, her nails digging into his pecs as she pushed him back onto the bed. Mike went willingly, his eyes never leaving hers as she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.
"Fuck, Sarah," he groaned as she grinded her wet pussy against his cock, "You're fucking killing me."
Sarah smiled, a wicked glint in her eye. "Not yet, but I will be." She lifted her hips, just barely off his cock, then agonizingly slowly lowered herself back down, taking him inch by glorious inch. Mike's fingers dug into her hips, his knuckles turning white as he tried to hold back, to let her set the pace.
"Fuck, Sarah. You're so fucking tight. I can feel every goddamn inch of you." His voice was a low growl, his eyes locked onto where their bodies joined.
Sarah moaned, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back. "And you're so fucking big, Mike. I can barely take you."
Sarah took her hands and lightly scratched his scalp, her nails raking against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear, and whispered, "do you know how many nurses I've had to tell to keep their hands off you?"
Mike's grip on her hips tightened, his nails digging into her soft flesh, and her grip on his scalp mirrored his, her nails raking against his skin.
Sarah continued, "do you know how many nurses have had to leave the room because they couldn't keep their eyes off your cock?"
Sarah's breath hitched, her pussy clenching around him at his words. "All of them," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Every single one of them wanted you, Mike. I had to watch them drool over you, wanting to fuck you, wanting to ride this cock." She squeezed her pussy around him, emphasizing her words.
Mike's jaw clenched, his grip on her hips tightening. "And what about you, Sarah? Did you want to fuck me too?"
Sarah nodded, her eyes locked onto his. "Fuck yes, Mike. I wanted to fuck you so bad. I wanted to feel this cock inside me, stretching me, filling me up."
Mike couldn't take it anymore, but found himself unable to move, trapped beneath Sarah's spellbinding words and her sinuous body. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, he flipped them over, pinning her beneath him on the bed.
"Is this what you want, Sarah?" he growled, his voice laced with lust and aggression, "You want me to fuck you?"
Sarah nodded, her eyes wide with desire, "Yes, Mike. Fuck me tenderly, sweetly, like you mean it."
Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible.
Mike obliged, thrusting into her with such force that the bed shook beneath them. Sarah cried out, her nails digging into his back, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper.
Mike's thrusts were powerful, each one slamming into her, hitting that sweet spot deep inside her that made her see stars. His cock thrashed like a loose fire hose in her depths with every beat of his heart, stretching her tight pussy to its limits.
Sarah's breath hitched as the pleasure became almost too much to bear, her body writhing beneath him as she struggled to keep up with his relentless pace.
"Fuck, Mike, you're going to make me come!" she panted, her fingers clawing at his back, leaving red welts in their wake.
Mike grunted, his grip on her hips tightening as he drove into her with renewed vigor. "Come for me, Sarah. Come all over my cock."
Those words were all it took to send her spiraling over the edge.
Sarah's body convulsed, her pussy clenching around Mike's cock like a vice as she screamed out her release. Her nails dug into his back, her heels digging into his ass, pulling him as deep as she could take him.
Mike grunted, fucking her through her orgasm, drawing it out until she was a boneless, panting mess beneath him.
"Fuck, Sarah, you're squeezing me so tight," he growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he fought to hold back.
Sarah, lost in her own pleasure, could only manage a whimper in response. Her body was a live wire, every nerve ending alight with sensation.
Her pussy was clenching so tight, Mike's cock couldn't stay inside her, it was tight enough to squeeze him out of her pussy like his cock were toothpaste from a tube.
Mike's cock beat her mons pubis like a sledgehammer on concrete, angry that it had been removed from her delicate folds. No matter, unable to put his cock back in her folds he would resort to using his mouth to taste her instead. He kissed her neck, her shoulders, her collarbone, and finally, her breasts. Sarah moaned and arched her back, pushing her breasts into his face. He took the hint and sucked hard on her nipple, causing her to cry out in pleasure. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, before moving down her body, leaving a trail of kisses along her stomach. He paused at her navel, flicking his tongue in and out, before continuing down to her thighs. Sarah hadn't broken from her orgasm
yet, her body still quivering, her breath still ragged. She let out a soft moan as he nuzzled her inner thigh, his stubble scraping against her sensitive skin.
"Mike," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper, "What are you doing?"
He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust. "I'm going to taste you, Sarah. Every fucking inch of you."
Before she could respond, his mouth was on her, his tongue parting her folds, delving into her wetness.
Sarah went from a boneless, panting mess to a stone statue in an instant, her body tensing as Mike's tongue connected with her clit. Her legs clamped around his head, her fingers tangled in his hair, and she let out a feral growl that echoed through the small hospital room. Mike didn't falter, his tongue lapping at her like a starving man offered his first meal in weeks. He devoured her, his hands gripping her thighs, holding her in place as he feasted on her pussy.
"Fuck, Mike! Your tongue feels so fucking good," Sarah moaned, her hips bucking against his face. She could feel the pressure building again, her body coiling like a snake ready to strike.
Mike's tongue was relentless, his mouth sucking and licking, his fingers fucking her relentlessly. She was close, so fucking close.
"Mike, I'm gonna come," she panted, her voice ragged, her grip on his hair tightening.
He growled against her pussy, the vibrations sending her into a tailspin. She screamed, her body convulsing as she came harder than she ever had before. Mike didn't let up, his tongue and fingers working overtime, drawing out her orgasm until she was a sobbing, shaking mess.
When he finally pulled away, his face was glistening with her juices, a smug smile on his lips.
"Fuck, Mike," Sarah panted, her body spent. "You're going to kill me."
Mike chuckled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Not yet, beautiful. I've got so much more to give you."
He stood up, his cock jutting out, hard and ready. Sarah's eyes widened at the sight, her pussy clenching in anticipation.
"come here," Mike ordered, his voice gruff with need as he took a step back from the bed.
Sarah couldn't believe the energy that had returned to her body, fueled by lust and desire. She eagerly complied, swinging her legs off the bed and standing up. Mike's eyes raked over her naked body, lingering on her still-hard nipples and the glistening wetness between her thighs.
"on your knees," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument, yet his tone was not scary, but dominant and desperate.
Sarah's body responded to his command, her knees hitting the cold hard floor with a soft thud.
Mike's cock was right in front of her face, thick and veiny, the tip already leaking pre-cum. Sarah's mouth watered at the sight, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
Mike looked at her and said, "well, you've came twice and I haven't yet. It's time to fix that."
Sarah's eyes flicked up to meet his, a wicked glint in them. "And how do you want me to fix that, Mike?"
He smirked, "You know exactly what I want, Sarah. Open that pretty little mouth of yours and suck my cock."
Sarah's pussy clenched at his words, her nipples hardening even more. She loved it when he talked dirty to her, it only served to turn her on more.
She reached out, wrapping her hand around the base of his cock, feeling the weight of it in her palm.
She looked up at him, her eyes locking with his as she stuck out her tongue, licking the pre-cum from the tip of his cock. Mike's breath hitched, his hips jerking forward slightly at the contact.
"Fuck, Sarah," he groaned, his hand coming to rest on the back of her head, tangling in her hair. "Your mouth feels so fucking good."
Sarah didn't respond, instead she opened her mouth wider, taking the head of his cock between her lips. She swirled her tongue around it, tasting the salty sweetness of his pre-cum and her juices.
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire, and ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, from the base to the tip.
Mike's grip on her hair tightened, his breathing growing ragged as she continued to tease him.
"Fuck, Sarah, stop playing around and take it all," he growled, his hips thrusting forward, trying to push his cock deeper into her mouth.
Sarah smirked, enjoying the control she had over him. She obliged, opening her mouth wide and taking him in, inch by inch, until he hit the back of her throat.
Mike groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her head as she began to suck him off.
Sarah's hands gripped his thighs, her nails digging into his flesh as she took him deeper, her gag reflex nonexistent.
Saliva dripped down Mike's cock and onto Sarah's breasts, causing her nipples to harden further. She didn't care that spit was dribbling down her chin and onto her breasts, she was too far gone, consumed by the taste, feel, and smell of him.
"Fucking hell, Sarah, your mouth is heaven," Mike moaned, hips thrusting in time with her bobbing head. He had never felt anything like it before.
Sarah took this as her cue and took both hands , wrapping them around the throbbing length of his cock. She touched him gently at first, tracing the veins with the pads of her fingertips, feeling the heat of his flesh burn through her skin. She gazed at him, watching his face twist with pure pleasure as she slowly took him into her hands. Mike closed his eyes, savoring the moment, the sensation of Sarah's touch setting him ablaze. He had had good blowjobs before, but that one was in a league of its own. Sarah's lips and tongue were skilled, tender, and passionate – and he could feel it inside of him.
Sarah knew her sucking skills but she also knew how to play with him with her gently touch, the way her fingers circled his thrusting shaft, the way she teased him, the way she encouraged him to fuck her face with swift motions. Mike felt the pressure building, his balls tightening, sweat glistening on his forehead, his grip on her head growing tighter.
Sarah felt him swell in her mouth, his cock jumping with each pulse of his building orgasm. She moaned around him, wanting to taste him, to feel him come apart in her mouth.
Just as Mike was about to lose control, Sarah pulled back, his dick slipping out of her mouth with a wet pop. Mike groaned in frustration, on the verge of orgasm and desperate for release. But Sarah wasn't done with him yet, she waited for his impending orgasm to pass; only to then resume blowing his mind with her lips and tongue.
She took him in deep once more, allowing her tongue to dance around the head of his cock and causing him to shiver. She sucked harder and faster, swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock as she did so.
Sarah could feel Mike's legs tremble, the tension building in his body as he approached his climax. She increased her pace, bobbing her head up and down his shaft, her lips gripping tight around him like a vice.
Her hands moved up and down the base of his cock in sync with her mouth, stroking as she sucked.
"Holy fuck, Sarah!" Mike shouted, losing all control. His hips bucked wildly, driving his cock deeper into her mouth. He thrust with pure animalistic aggression, his orgasm quickly building in his balls. "I'm gonna cum!"
Sarah didn't let up, continuing her steady pace as he neared his climax.
She could feel his tight balls bunching up, the inevitable surge of cum approaching like a tidal wave.
She took a deep breath, relaxing her throat, preparing to swallow the torrent of liquid that was about to explode from his cock.
"Fuck!" he shouted, his whole body shaking as he came harder than he ever had before. Sarah moaned around his cock as she felt his hot semen fill her mouth, pulsing from the tip, thick and salty like sea water. She swallowed convulsively, trying to take every drop. His orgasm felt like it would never end as cum continued to flood her mouth and drip out of the sides of her lips.
Her throat spasmed as she swallowed every drop, her pussy contracting around his cock at the sight of his release. He couldn't believe how much cum he had in him.
Once he was spent, Mike collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving with exhaustion. Sarah, sated and weak, wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder. The two lay there for a few moments, silent and content.
Finally, she spoke, softly, "is that it, then?"
Fire burned in Mike's eyes as his cock