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As I beat into her swollen channel, I squeeze her throat a little tighter and feel her pulse beating frantically, "Come for me, milk my cock, doll."
She whimpers and her pussy clamps tightly; painfully. I let her throat go, and she screams out her release.
As her unintelligible words bounce off the walls, I find my own release as I pummel her pussy and grip her beautiful tits hard enough to leave bruises. My climax fills her womb and spills out down her ass.
No master artist can paint a more beautiful picture.
I lay my head to her sweaty shoulder and lick the moisture from her skin.
This girl, she's fucking perfect and I'll never tire of saying it.
Moments pass before I pull out of her and her head lolls to the side. Looking at me with sleepy eyes and a teasing smile playing on her lips, "Meh."
I chuckle and roll my eyes as I plop down next to her, "Yeah right, doll. I know you've never come so hard in your life."
She digs her fingers through my hair lazily, "You know, when I first saw you, I wanted to pull on your hair. Your curls just begged me to pull them from their roots. I think I love your hair."
Chuckling, I lean over and grab a joint and lighter from the end table before sitting back and pulling her to my chest.
We don't bother putting our clothes on, and that's just how I want it. Besides, no one is here but us anyway.
As I put my arm over her shoulder, she swings her legs over mine and her wild-just-fucked-hair tickles my cheek, but I don't mind it. She still has her coffee scent, but now it has my scent mixed in, and my heart pounds harder when I breathe it in.
I put the joint to my lips and light it, but when I pass it to my girl, I notice she's sleeping. Her soft, warm breaths fan across my chest. I soak in the moment. Her spent body against mine while I smoke this joint.
Lazily, I draw shapes on her skin as my mind wanders.
Will she stay with me? Not just tonight, but forever? The old me is dead and the new me wants someone by his side. Not just anyone, either. I want Dice.
She's like the air in my lungs, the cells in my body and the courage in my soul. Without those things, I'm just a chump; without her, I'm half a man. Bold statement, I know.
But with Dice by my side, I think I could conquer anyone and anything.
I remember once, when we were teens, Brian told me and Hector that he'd never settle with just one woman.
When I asked him why, he said, if you study the old empires, you'll see that it was usually a cunning woman who tore them down single handedly. Women are like Black Widow spiders; they'll fuck you and eat you alive.
Maybe he's right. But listening to Dice breathe with content in my arms, I know without a single doubt that I'd give up anything for her... even my empire.
The sunlight on my eyelids wakes me from the most restful sleep I've ever had. Squinting my eyes open, I take in the room through my lashes. The walls are a soft grey with white crown molding. The bed I'm on is soft and the heavy black comforter has the softest thread I’ve ever felt. It feels expensive and perfect. I grab it and pull it over my head, unwilling to get out of bed.
Everything from the night before plays on the movie screen of my mind.
Leo's touches and kisses were hard, and I can feel the little bruises on my body. I smile at them. They're perfect and I have zero regrets. Yes, he was rough, but it was delicious and addictive.
The way he held me afterward makes my tummy tighten and my chest warms at the memory of his hand tracing circles on my skin. I fell asleep to the heavy beats of his heart. Each thump was like a kiss to my ears.
I push the blankets back down and touch his side of the bed, it's cool, like he got up hours ago. Maybe I should be mad at that, but I’m not. It gives me an opportunity to snoop and learn more about the man who is taking up almost all the space in my mind.
I yawn and stretch, feeling the tantalizing ache of my muscles. It only makes me want more, like a good workout that leaves you sore yet proud to feel your achievements being met.
Only my workout was much sexier.
The smell of coffee reaches me, and I reluctantly slide my legs over the edge of the bed. I'm completely naked and I spot my heels on the floor, but I really don't want to wear them. How weird would that be?
I cautiously put my feet down onto the wood floor, but the freeze I expected to feel on my toes isn’t there. In fact, the floor feels warm.
"Wow, heated flooring."
