at that perfect pussy of hers, dripping and ready for me to fill right up until she’s full and screaming my name.
Her eyes flare wide and, fuck, there it is. There’s the fucking fire that captured me and burned her name into my chest from the moment I laid eyes on her. “I know what I can take, fuck me like you want to. Fuck me like I deserve to be fucked because I’m done waiting for this.”
I wait until she gets back onto the mattress, her legs parted and the pussy so wet I can see it slick and waiting for me.
Fuck, I want to taste her again but if I don’t get my dick inside her now I might fucking die. It’s been too long since I last felt that hot, wet heat around me and I know for sure I’ve never felt anything as perfect as my girl will be.
I move to grab a condom, sliding it down the length of me, and watching as her lips plump into a pout. I shake my head at her. “No babies until I’ve given you all the hearts of all of the men who’ve wronged you, baby. Nothing I want more than to fill you up with my come but now’s not the time.”
She nods, her cheeks flushed but the pout is still there on those red and abused lips of hers. I lean down to suck one of them into my mouth, tugging at it with my teeth. “Don’t be impatient, baby. I’ll give it to you soon.”
When I lean back, her pupils are blown out and she bites down on her lip in the same spot I’d just clamped down on.
Then I hike her legs up and over my shoulders, lining up and pushing into her in one quick thrust, loving the gasped sound of my name on her lips and the clenching of the perfectly wet pussy around me.
Fucking made for me.
I move my hips to thrust into her, deep and sure, the grunts deep in my chest ripping out of my throat at just how fucking perfect she is for me. Taking every inch of my hard cock, writhing under my body, whispering in French but her tone tells me she’s begging for more. I lean back and slip a hand down to rub her clit with my thumb, rolling and rubbing until she’s sobbing underneath me and her pussy tightens around me like a vise.
When she comes back down from her high, I shift so her legs are off of my shoulders and I can lean back over her body fully, cupping her face to keep her head from moving. Then I really fucking go for it, my hips moving like pistons and slamming my cock into her as I chase my own release. I grind my hips into hers as I come, triggering another orgasm for her as she screams my name in the darkness of our apartment.
I kiss her through the shaking that takes over her body, slow and deep and with every fucking inch of my love for her. I don’t want this to bring up some of her freshly healed trauma for her so I cradle her carefully, lovingly, as she comes down. I need to tie the condom off before it makes a mess but I stay put until her eyes open, staring up at me like I’m her god.
Makes me feel ten feet tall.
I press one last kiss to her lips and then say, “Gimme five minutes, baby girl. It’s been a while and I need a do-over. This wasn’t my best.”
Her eyes widen and then a giggle bursts out of her mouth as I roll away. “Mon Monstre, if it gets better than this I may die. I’ve never… it wasn’t—”
I stand and deal with the condom, cutting her off. “If you breathe a single word about your dip shit ex right now I’m booking a flight to France to skin him alive. Don’t do that to shit to me.”
She giggles and stretches out. “I was going to say, I didn’t know it could feel like that. Nothing else compares. How could it possibly get better?”
I smirk.
Then I spend the rest of the night showing her just how fucking good it can get.
I want to stay home with Odie for another night but she convinces me she’s fine.
“If I can make love to you without dying I can sit on the sofa and draw.” She says when