I come hard.
He pulls down my pants and panties, moving my thighs apart so he can lick and lap up my juices as they flow into his mouth.
With his head buried between my legs, his mouth sucking on my clit and his tongue lapping up my arousal I’m almost there again. Right there at the precipice of pleasure. Right there accepting another call to indulge in this man.
He pushes me against the wall so he can finish tasting me. I rest back against the smooth surface and allow him to do what he wants to me.
Moments later he finishes and takes my clothes off completely, leaving me naked before him.
He undoes the belt on his pants and yanks down the zipper on his fly.
“I’m clean, I want to feel you again when I’m inside you.”
”Yes,” I answer and it’s clear that’s enough talk for now.
He pushes his pants and boxers down and my gaze drops to his thick cock as it springs free from the prison of his jeans. It’s thick, long, and perfect. Perfectly erect to fuck me with the head jutting toward me showing his need for me.
It does something to me to know I made a man like him so aroused.
When he reaches for me again, I know this is it.
He lifts my leg, securing it around him then starts rubbing the head of his cock over my pussy lips.
I grasp on to him and prepare for him to take me. He pushes in hard and I cry out. He doesn’t relent though and it’s not surprising. This is a man who takes and when he takes you, you know you’ve been claimed. Owned. Just like he said.
With one savage thrust he’s deep inside me and I come again from the intensity and the undiluted pleasure that rocks my body straight out of reality.
I hold on to him as he starts driving into me, widening my tight passage, the tightness making me feel everything. The pleasure of every thrust of his cock. The tingling of every nerve in my body coming alive as liquid fire burns through me fueled by lust and an infernal need for this man to make me his.
I feel even better when he grabs my waist with one hand to keep his pace going and brings my lips to his with the other. Now I have the amplified pleasure of his lips on mine and his cock driving into me.
I cup his face and kiss him back. When I do, he stops pumping and we just kiss. We kiss and this kiss feels different, like our lips are the source of the pleasure we seek.
I run my hands over his wild locks and when he laces his fingers through the fibers of mine, he starts fucking me hard with a raw, primal force.
Faster and faster he moves inside me and at such an intensity that my knees cave. He’s ready for that.
He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist tight so he can resume taking me. When he does I come again and the squeeze of my walls around his length makes him fuck me harder.
“I’m going to fuck you hard Belleza. Mze thal,” he groans. I’m too consumed with his sexy voice and the feel of him moving inside me to pay attention to what he said.
All I registered were the words fuck and hard to prep myself for more pleasure. As he gives it to me, rutting into my body, I see stars.
My head feels light when he pushes me into the wall and holds me at an angle so he can truly fuck me.
When I come again, he does too.
The burst of his cum hits my g-spot with the same infernal fire that’s been pulsing through my veins. This however heats me from the inside out and I cry out his name over and over again until I can’t, and he stops moving inside me.
We’re breathing so hard and fast I don’t know how we’re supposed to stop. I don’t know if I can.
My heart is racing, my mind spinning.
My thoughts scrabble, but as they start to unravel, and I calm down, I think about what we just did again.
I move to unwrap my legs from his waist, but he holds me, stopping me.
“Just a few more minutes,” he whispers in my ear. “Give me a few more minutes then we’ll go.”
I take in his plea and savor it, holding him too. I don’t want to