Thread: To Finish the Job {{Soul +&+ The PG}}

It was like nothing out of the movies, either X rated or the somehow still lucrative romcom's that proliferated during the summer. The sensation was so visceral for Brandon that it was toeing the fine line between pleasure and pain. Not actual pain, but the sensation of something be too good, or too much. Yet the gentle toying of the line was more of an illusion than reality for the young cop. There was nothing that was going to stop him from giving her pleasure, or taking it from her either. That was perhaps the first pseudo selfish thought he had all night, and there was nothing for him to regret about it. Somewhere inside of himself Brandon knew that the more he tried to take, the more he was giving. As he drove Jaime inch by inch across the floor and ounce by ounce into a free floating state of bliss some part of him vaguely felt the burning in his knees and elbows where the rug burned softly. He relished the contrasting feeling as he smooth insides clung, slipped, and squeezed every last drop of pleasure. The epicenter of it radiating outwards from his dick that throbbed, shuddered, and expanded both it's rigidity and fullness as more blood rushed to the area to carry the pleasure elsewhere. The groans and short breaths of bliss were not consciously made, nor the trembling in his firm abdomen as it flexed and contracted to derive the absolute most fleeing from between his legs. The soft nip of his lips burst a bubble of liquid chocolate pleasure through his body. It released the gate that held the majority of amazing sensation on his dick. The rest of his body alternated between states of lava like intensity and granite like capturing of the fading pleasure. All of senses were both dulled and sharpened at the same time. Unless it added to his enjoyment nothing was felt, and if it did indeed to ecstasy then it was magnified a thousand fold. Like Jaime's nails that caused sharp pain, followed by even stronger, yet dull, pleasure that swam through his veins to join the rest as it ran rabid through his nervous system. The slick velvet between her legs was the most noticed, how she gripped, squirmed, flex, squeezed, and allowed his cock to slide in and out with ease but vibrating resistance. Brandon could no longer hold the kiss between them, it broke with an explosive breath, and he panted while staring at her face. He could not stare into it, for her eyes were half-lidded, and then closed in pleasure. As Jaime's lips turned, almost to a grimace, before the long cry in the face of a whiteout of pleasure crashing down the dam that had held in Brandon's own release snapped like a twig. With a grunt and half breathed, half squeezed, Oh God... Poured from his lips as his own eyes closed. The last thrust came immediately after a rapid jerk backwards as convulsion struck all over his lower abdomen, thighs, ass, and groin. He pushed with everything that time, and the last overwhelming sensation came as he allowed his weight to rest almost fully on Jaime's squirming mass beneath him. It was the sensation of his supremely sensitive cock head striking against something deep within her body. Being a cop, not a doctor, he had no idea it was indeed her cervix and that nearly all of his cock had somehow managed to snake it's way within her tiny body. The thought did not even cross his mind however, as pleasure exploded like the crescendo of an orchestra through his mind. A wrenching groan tried to escape his lips, but failed even as it echoed within his broad chest. The fingers of one hand had found her hair, wrapped themselves in it, and were squeezing. The other hand had found Jaime's delicate one, and those fingers were intertwined and squeezing as well. His toes were curled, and the rest of his muscles locked as Brandon's entire body concentrated on the wave that began where both of his balls had risen up into his body. The flood that came was made exquisitely long and drawn out as Jaime's body squeezed back. Each pulse sent a shock wave racing through Brandon's body, causing another grunt that died a slow death with his chest. Breathing, and the pleasure was all that he could concentrate on. His head swam, and instead of a blissful darkness like sleep he was overwhelmed by the brightest light of satisfaction that blazed behind closed eyelids.