“Good.” I put her on the bed and then flip her over before slapping her ass. “Hands and knees.”
I watch her scramble to follow my demand while grabbing a condom and rolling it down into place. Soon, I’m throwing them all out.
Fuck, at the thought of breeding my woman, I have to squeeze the tip of my dick to stop myself from coming.
Her pussy is presented fucking perfectly. I can see her arousal glistening on her pussy lips as I step get into position behind her.
While gripping the base of my cock, I run the tip up and down her slit. When I bump the head against her clit, her back arches. I do it again and her head flies back as she moans and tries to push back against me.
“Ezra,” there’s a taunting in my voice, “I’m not counting that blowjob, you still owe me.”
I continue to slide the tip of my dick up and down, making sure to tap at her clit on every pass. When she looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes are narrowed and filled with suspicion but not anger. She likes this game.
“It definitely counts,” she tries to argue with me.
“It only counts if you swallow my cum,” I inform her.
Her lips part, but before she can say anything, I thrust forward and fill her hard and fast. “Yes, Titus,” she hisses, her pussy walls stretching around my length.
I lean forward, covering her back with mine as I start to fuck her hard. “What did I remind you about just a few moments ago?”
“That you love me,” her voice shakes and she can barely get the words out between her moans.
“That’s right,” my teeth skim her neck, “because I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”
Her pussy tightens around my cock with my words, and I can’t help but grin. I fuck her harder, slamming into her as deep as I can go. The way her body welcomes me is pure fucking sin.
Tight.
Wet.
Pulsing with every beat of her heart.
I bite down on her shoulder, and she screams while falling into her orgasm. I can feel every bit of her pleasure in the way her walls clench around me. Her body wants my cum and I’m fucking desperate to give it to her.
My balls draw up as she sinks down onto her shoulders because her arms give out. I hold her hips firm, my pace relentless, my force damn near criminal.
But my Ez is right there with me. She pushes back, her body meeting and welcoming every thrust. The sounds coming from her are pure pleasure.
My fingers tighten on her hips, and I have no doubt that I’ll leave bruises behind. Fuck, the thought of that, of her wearing my claim, almost sends me over the edge.
Then I feel it.
Her fingers.
She’s rubbing her clit, pushing her body back up to the peak while I pound into her. As her fingertips brush my shaft, along with the gentle bite of her nails, my eyes roll back.
I tip my head back, my breathing ragged as my vision swirls.
“You’re going to come all over my cock again, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” her answer is a shaky gasp.
“Come. Now,” I demand.
Ezra lets out a wail as her body locks up and her orgasm washes over her. The way her walls milk me is too fucking much. I don’t have a shred of control anymore.
And I don’t fucking want it.
