Isabela Part 5

I'm startled by the roar that escapes his throat. His hand begins to tighten, suffocating me, taking all the air with each time his fingers intensify the pressure on my throat. My eyes open wide, focusing on his face contorted and wild with pleasure above me. He's loving what he does to my body, the power he has over every part of my being.
At the same time that I feel agony at being strangled, Nate relieves me, returning the pen to the exact point of taking me to hell, making me burn and wanting to drag me to the hottest depths. The damn marker is rotated, rubbed, rotated in the exact way to make my shaft throb in an absurd, intense way. And I suffocate, feeling myself starting to lose consciousness, my vision blurring, then being dominated by black circles, which prepare to take me to unconsciousness. But I explode before that, and when the cum invades me so heavily, at the same time that he finally lets go of my neck and allows me to suck in air, my throat is at war between moaning and trying to breathe. My clitoris is screaming, throbbing a lot, making a stream of moisture run out of my pussy. Spasms dominate my legs, which only don't hit each other because Nate is right between them. My chest hurts, screaming that it has difficulty pumping blood, warning that it will stop at any moment.
I'm shaking all over, unable to even support my body, with my head resting on his chest. I choke, screaming at my body and reminding him that he knows how to use his fucking lungs, that I need to breathe in to stay in this world.
"I'm going to die!" I warn, my voice trembling, feeling like I'm going to faint at any second, with my pussy throbbing, spilling out the last remnants of cum. "Oh my God!" Nate pulls the object away, supporting my body with just one arm around my waist. When the dark spots in my vision finally start to disappear and I can see again, feeling pain in the places where his hand massacred my neck, I look at him. My entire face is on fire, and his lips pull to the left, that smile that destroys me, making it clear that he is the only owner of this shitty game.
" Watching you cum is making my cock hurt, it's so hard. Now, Isabela, I'm going to find out what you taste like, since you didn't tell me when I fucked you with my fingers in your dorm — he warns, kissing my mouth insanely, taking away the little air I was managing to draw. — Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to know this? The taste of your pussy?
I don't even have the strength to ask him to stop, because my body doesn't seem like it can handle anything else. I'm simply exhausted, I'll be surprised if I'm not dehydrated with all that moisture my vagina has released.
I seek support on his shoulders, when the pit of sin in front of me pulls my panties off my body. I can't think of much of anything, as I watch him bend down and inhale deeply, his gaze glazed over at the amount of cum that makes my pussy shine.
"Fuck, if heaven has a smell, I can only imagine it's this!" The growl is replaced by a deep lick on me, which makes my swollen clit trigger an instant pulse.
"Don't worry about it," I moan, trying to stop my legs from shaking, resting my feet on his shoulders. "You're not going to get into heaven, kitten."
I can hear the sound of him sucking exactly everything. As if he were dying of thirst, he drinks in my orgasm, leaving absolutely nothing behind. I feel his mouth on every inch of my warm and completely fragile flesh. I roll my eyes and sink my teeth into my lower lip as he fucks my entrance with his tongue. I slide my hands to my breasts, squeezing them hard, almost pinching them, moaning and shaking my pussy in his face.
I suddenly feel left out, realizing that he has abandoned my vagina and pulled my feet away from his body, making them fall into the air. I notice something tracing my skin and, when I open my eyes, still slow, I see that he is scratching, with his treacherous and orgasm-stealing pen, the word “mine” right on the forehead of my intimacy.
“Idiot!” I throw out the insult, but the lazy smile on my face makes it clear that I like this, that he says I’m his. “Now, at least have the decency to share this with me!”
“What? Your honey?” he asks, looking drunk with how much he enjoyed swallowing me.
I nod, just shaking my head. He laughs, amused by my request. I groan as he thrusts two fingers inside me, not at all subtle, pumping inside as if trying to draw the liquid straight from the source. My pussy contracts, responding to his squeeze. When he stands up, he frustrates me by running his wet hand between my breasts, leaving them glistening and wet. Nate brings his mouth to them, squeezing them.

He runs his tongue through the trails of cum, then moves it up to my lips, finally sharing with me the flavor he seems to worship. We moan together, and I can't resist, pressing against his back, attacking his flesh with my nails, biting his fucking mouth with all the strength I can! Hot son of a bitch!
A single pang of fear runs through me when he stands up and pulls me by my thighs to the edge of the sink, distraught, growling nonstop like a fucking animal. I feel my ass sliding across the marble, as he leaves me in the exact position to receive him. Nate places his hand on his penis, sliding it over the skin, masturbating it. Then he places the frighteningly thick head at my entrance, and my body tenses. My eyes open wide, and I stare at him, terrified, almost crying with fear. He rolls his enormous member around the outside, wetting it, as if he's preparing the instrument before torturing me.
Nate moves his cock up to my clit, rubbing his glans on it several times in a row, making me gasp and almost relax. This feels so good...
"I'm going to go in slowly, okay?" he warns, leaning in to leave a breath in the form of a wet kiss on my lips, releasing a curse between them.