Framing himself over me with his palms pressed firmly on either side of my head, my gaze slowly lowered to his lips, the contour of his chest, his taught abs, before fixating on his dick, mesmerized as I watched it pump in and out between my legs.
“You like the sight of my cock fucking you, princess?” Startled by the sound of his voice, a low, rough growl, my eyes snapped up from where they were fixated, catching his sly smirk of enjoyment. “Oh, don’t stop on my account. Keep staring. Watch me make you come all over it before I flip you onto your stomach and get a good view for myself with that pretty ass up in the air.”Why was his filthy mouth such a fucking turn-on?“Come on, come for me, baby. I can feel these walls squeezing like they’re about to give way.”
I dropped my gaze once more as he picked up the pace, slamming his full length into me. I dug my nails deep into my palms, my body tensing, eyes closing, and head falling back as I felt my orgasmbeing ripped from within me, a cooling sensation dripping down between my heated thighs.
“That’s my good fucking girl, look at you, responding so well to such a small request.” He chuckled, pulling out and doing exactly as he’d said he would, flipping me onto my stomach and smacking my ass in the process as I worked to catch my breath. Using two fingers, he glided them along the cold trail of cum, collecting as much as he could before pushing it back into me. “Just a taste before I claim this pussy as mine.”
“Holy fuck,” I cried out, my voice trembling into the sheets as I felt the rough surface of his tongue slowly drag its way from my oversensitive clit to my asshole. “Lucas!”What the fuck, why does that feel so fucking good?He repeated the motion one more time, dipping his tongue inside me before pulling away and sitting back on his knees.
“You should taste yourself. How delicious you are. I could turn you into my next meal replacement plan.”
I buried my face into the mattress with a whimpered moan, already hot and heavy but ready to take more. I pushed my pussy out, angling my hips, just waiting for him to fill me all over again.
I was turning into his whore, a slut for the way he brought me to my knees in submission. Levi numbed my mind, drowned out the noise, and made me feel alive. He was an addictive drug that had me hooked from the very beginning.
“Deep breath, princess. I’m about to make you mine.”If only heknew the half of it…
Levi had ruined me weeks ago. I’d been his from the moment our paths crossed.
As he sank himself into me, feeling even deeper at this angle, I let the rest of myself go, to fade into the abyss of indulgence. Crying his name into the sheets as he grunted and moaned his pleasure against my skin that now buzzed with every breathy inhale, the air tasting like sin.
Levi felt different this time, as if his dick was now ridged, massaging my G-spot with every thrust. My eyes rolled in their sockets at the new sensation as my body tensed in anticipation of my next mind-blowing orgasm.
“So close, gorgeous. Fuck, I love how tight you get right before you come undone. Squeeze me, baby, just a little bit more while I tame this sweet cunt to know exactly who it belongs to.”
The sheets buckled under the pressure of my nails. I could hear the fabric tearing as I gripped onto them even harder and yanked down with the strength of my climax, feeling it forcefully tear through my body more violently than before.
Levi slammed himself into me one last time right up until I could feel him reach my cervix, his body shuddering against mine as he came, filling me with enough cum that I felt a warm trail start sliding down my inner thigh.
Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulled me upright, my back pressed against his chest as he lazily rocked us, and I shut my eyes, relaxing with the languid movement, as if it were a soothing sway of lying in a hammock on a beach.
When Levi pulled out completely, he removed his shirt from my wrists before gently lowering my body onto the bed, and I curled in on myself, still riding out the aftershock of my release, squeezing my thighs together in an effort to calm it down.
As my breathing finally slowed, I sprawled out on the mattress, exhausted, dropping my head to find that Levi had returned to the bedside, holding out a full glass of water in one hand while the other held a dampened gray towel.
“Here, drink this.” His voice was soft and low.
I pushed up onto my elbows with whatever remaining strength I had to spare, accepting the water and consuming nearly half its contents in one long, drawn-out sip.
Levi chuckled with a smile as I took another, and he slid a gentle hand between my legs, pressing the towel against the apex of my thighs like a hot, soothing compress. He held it in place, applying light pressure with his palm as the throbbing started to subside.
I didn’t want to move. Losing myself to this moment where a man spent the extra effort to take care of me after fucking me raw, instead of leaving me a spent mess in his sheets.
I handed the almost empty glass back to him, fighting back my tears as I fell back onto the bed, watching as he quietly set it on the nightstand along with the towel and climbed in behind me.
Don’t cry, don’t cry… don’t fucking cry…
Levi pulled me against his warm chest, my body molding seamlessly into his, and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep, hoping that this wasn’t the dream I would wake up from come morning.
That my fantasy had become my reality for once.
