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"Marty. " The groan that tore from him was thick, rasping with the agonizing need tearing through him. "Sweet love. Keep it up and I'll fill your mouth. Is that what you want, sweetheart?"
She didn't stop. The fingers of her free hand curled around his balls, stroked, massaged him as her sweet, hot mouth sucked him with hungry intent.
Her tongue curled beneath the head, licked against the ultrasensitive area that had him clenching his teeth to hold back his release.
"Suck it. " He couldn't hold back the explicit words now, the need to show her, the only way he knew how, the exquisite pleasure tearing through him. "Fuck yes, baby. Suck it deep. Hell, suck it until I come, Marty. Give me that sweet, hot mouth. " His voice was more strained, rougher, darker.
He could feel the impending release building in his balls. Like a tight knot of energy it began there, exploded, raced up his spine, then shot back to detonate in his dick.
His hips jerked, thrust forward, and the brilliant, white-hot sensation of tortured pleasure consumed him as he began to fill her mouth with his release.
She took it. She took him. Each hard spurt of liquid lust that shot into her mouth, she consumed, moaned, and took more.
It felt as though it would last forever. An agony, a pleasure he didn't want to end but swore he couldn't endure.
As the last tremor of pulsing pleasure raced through his cock, he pulled back from the sweet, sucking depths of her mouth.
He was still hard. Still hungry.
God help him, would he ever get enough of her?
Lifting her from her feet, there was no time for the gentle consideration he normally gave so easily. He was dying for her. A man driven insane for the pulsing pleasure that existed within this woman.
Pushing her against the couch, he gripped her hips, bent his knees and positioned himself before driving inside the liquid fire of her pussy.
He buried halfway on the first thrust, paused to feel the lightning-swift response that traveled through her body, then, with a heavy groan, buried himself in to the hilt.
It was rapture. It was the most pleasure he had ever known in his life. Fist tight, velvet soft, rippling around the torturously sensitive shaft of his dick, her heated pussy began to suck, to milk at the thick flesh stretching it.
Sweat poured down his face and dampened his chest as he fought against the heat consuming his body, the pleasure tearing through him.
Never had he known anything this erotic, this sensually perfect. Though he knew he must have, he couldn't remember a single time that another woman had created such a violent hunger inside him.
"Beautiful. " He groaned as his hands lifted and stroked her from her trembling shoulders to her hips. "Sweet baby. "
He began to move slowly, her desperate moans and heated cries spurring him on until he was shafting inside her with desperate lunges, rapture consuming them both as they fought for release.
Khalid swore he would die inside her grip, that when he came again, it would take his soul.
Gripping her hips, he watched as his cock thrust into the tight depths of her hot cunt. Heat swirled around him, through him. God help him, what was she doing to him? She was stealing parts of himself that he hadn't known existed. That he had been certain he lacked.
Emotions poured through him. Agonizing rapture raced through his dick and tore through his body. Electricity sizzled across his flesh, and when he felt her pussy lock around him, clenching, stroking his cock as she began to shake with the orgasm he could feel exploding through her, he gave in to the explosions detonating in his balls.
Light and sound clashed inside his head. He swore his heart was thundering from his chest, pouring from his ears as some part inside him that he hadn't known, that he had locked down, surged open.
Like Pandora's box, it rushed through him, destroyed him, remade him. Right there, buried in the sweetest grip he had ever known, Khalid felt the loss of himself as his release pumped inside her.
He gave her more than his seed. He gave her more than his pleasure.
He gave her his soul.
Marty stared up at Khalid long minutes later, after he carried her to his bed. With a warm, damp cloth he washed the perspiration and the slick excess of sex from her body.
He cleaned her gently between her thighs, the soft cloth rasping against tender flesh as he wiped her juices and his release from her sex and thighs.
He was careful, his dark face heavy with latent sensuality as his long, midnight black hair fell around his face in straight, damp strands.
He was the most handsome man she knew. Not so much handsome in the traditional sense, but utterly gorgeous in a rugged male way that he stole her breath.
