Fucking My Way to Ecstasy

The journey to ecstasy began with a simple touch. His fingers traced the curve of my spine, sending shivers down to my ass. I could feel his cock hardening against my thigh, a promise of the pleasure to come. His lips found mine, hungry and insistent, his tongue exploring my mouth with a fervor that left me breathless.

He pushed me onto the bed, his strong hands gripping my hips as he positioned himself between my legs. His dick was rock hard, ready to fuck me into oblivion. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, his desire palpable. He teased my pussy with the tip of his cock, sliding it up and down my wet slit, making me whimper with need.

With a single thrust, he was inside me, filling me completely. I gasped, my nails digging into his back as he began to move. Each stroke was deliberate, hitting all the right spots. He fucked me with a rhythm that was both primal and calculated, driving me closer to the edge with every thrust.

His mouth found my neck, sucking and biting gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel my pussy clenching around his cock, my orgasm building with each powerful thrust. He whispered dirty words in my ear, telling me how good I felt, how tight my pussy was, how much he loved fucking me.

I arched my back, meeting his thrusts with my own, our bodies moving in perfect sync. His hands gripped my ass, pulling me closer, his cock fucking me deeper. I could feel the sweat on his skin, the raw intensity of our fucking pushing us both to the brink.

His fingers found my clit, rubbing it in circles as he continued to pound into me. The sensation was overwhelming, my body shaking with the force of my impending orgasm. I screamed his name, my pussy convulsing around his cock as I came hard, waves of ecstasy crashing over me.

He groaned, his body tensing as