You lean in slightly deeper and pause, giving me a quick moment of hope before replying, “No!” as you slide your cock up and plummet deep into my ...ss in one long, excruciating thrust. It's been too long since my body has been subjected to this and white hot fits of pain stretch from my ass into every crevice of my writhing body. How could I have begged for this moments ago? Did it always hurt like this? I try to swallow the scream, to form words like please, fuck, or stop but there is too much. The last ray faded away into darkness and once again, the man sunk into uncaring despair.However, something inside him had changed and it was not indifference that paralyzed him. It was grief and a melancholic longing. Remembering you and your light, he felt inspired once more, but it was a shoddy imitation of the creativity he felt when you flodded him. And so it was that the man created the fire. Elated by his success, he rejoiced in the light and the warmth that it seemed to give him. But. By the fourth month of once or twice a week meetings, including several evenings spent more in my apartment than elsewhere, I knew there were no real prospects of getting Melissa into bed anytime soon, maybe short of marriage. She was one of those "everything but" women. She frankly admitted to me one night that she was technically a virgin, though petting to orgasm or giving or receiving oral sex were fine with her, with the right man. While she never said (and I would not bluntly ask). Every now and then I could gently bite him, making him groan in pleasure. During this entire time, my hand had slipped down to my pussy and I had been playing with myself. My juices were dripping down my legs and my hand was soaked. Had I made myself cum but was too occupied to notice? No, I couldn’t have.It wasn’t long till my father called out, “Ugh, I’m gonna cum..!”My eyes widened at that. My ex had told me to ALWAYS swallow all the cum. I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about swallowing my.