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“Ain’t gotta ask me twice.”
Diving into my core, spearing me with is tongue, he elicits a moan mixed with a growl from me. His nose presses against my asshole, and his chin teases my clit while he licks and sucks at my pussy.
“Fuuuuck me-eee.” I feel an orgasm at the precipice of explosion.
He draws back and slips two spit slicked fingers straight into my eager cunt. I clench around them, just needing a bit more to throw me over that cliff into the white hot pleasure we all seek.
He spins his fingers inside me by twisting his wrist, his thumb rubbing directly on my clit making me start to tense. He uses his other hand to spread my cheeks and lays his wide, wet, hot tongue on my ass, licking around the edges before pressing into me slightly.
That’s all it takes, and I am gone.
“Oh my fucking god yes! Don’t staaahhhaaap. Yes yes yes yeeeessss!”
I roll my hips while my legs tremble. He sips at my core as my orgasm lets loose a torrent coating his fingers that haven't stopped teasing my entrance and clit.
“So…fucking…good.” He said between sucks and licks.
He draws back and pulls down his sweatpants. His thick hard cock springs free and almost looks angry with how dark the shade of reddish is on the head. His surgical dressings are prominently on display, and I feel a pang on guilt for whatever pain he may be in right now, pleasuring me.
“Don’t look at that sweetheart. I’m good. The pain meds are doing their job just fine.”
My head is still turned over my shoulder, and now I am focussed on his eyes. On his straight white smile and strong jaw. The mole that sits just above his adam’s apple on his throat, as it bobs with a swallow.
“Let’s get these pesky boots off.”
He tugs on the first, just right and it slides off easily. The second nearly the same, only the bottom hem of my jeans was caught on the heel, and held its place until he pulled the jeans right along with them. Peeling the second leg out, turning the fabric inside out along the way.
A quick toss over his shoulder, and there would be clothes strewn about the entire room at this point.
The entire time, I haven't moved. My hands clasped in front of me, my ass in the air just as he left me riding out my orgasm. He said he was in charge this time, and I will give him that.
He pulls his wallet out of the pocket of his sweats, and behind his ID slips out a condom that is wrapped in a black and gold wrapper.
I lean over and open the drawer next to the bed, fishing one of mine out of the drawer.
“I’m allergic to latex, you’ll haveta use one of mine.”
I watch as he tosses the wallet and the latex condom to the floor. His eyes have a look of pure hunger in them, as he rips the foil with his teeth.
In less than two seconds he has the thin lubed layer slid down over his cock, and the tip pressing against my pulsing pussy.
“You alright sweetheart? Ready for me?”
“Yes.”
My one word answer turns into a moan as his thick hard cock stretches my walls. He slips into me easily with the added lube, slowly inch by inch until he is fully seated inside me. He pauses there and leans over me, pressing gentle kisses to my back and shoulders.
“You are fucking perfect. I’m keeping you now, you know that right?” He says this with such reverence in his voice that it almost brings a tear to my eyes.
“I know baby, now make love to me the way you want to. Show me that love I know is there inside of you just waiting to get out.”
The first pull and push back inside sets off an unexpected orgasm, and my legs convulse, straightening and letting me fall forward onto the bed, flattened out below him. He still continues with his slow and measured strokes.
Once I think he has found a rhythm. He stops abruptly, draws all the way out of me, and flips me over on the bed. He folds me so that my knees are at my shoulders and slips back inside of me. The new position allowing him to perfectly drag against my g-spot and delve deep enough to put pressure on my cervix. He’s so deep inside of me.
“I love you.” I whisper into his ear as he leans over me. His arms wrapped around the back of my shoulders. His lips pressed against my pulse point.
As he thrusts in and out of me, his hips lifting and falling, I can tell that his rhythm is jolted and he is nearing his own release. When he bites down on my neck, the mixture of pleasure and pain moves me to my own orgasm. The feeling of him pulsing inside of me mixed with my own tremors is pure bliss. I couldn’t ask for anything more.
