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“I knew you would.”
“What are you watching?” It looked like a complete load of shit, but she seemed into it.
“Why? Are you planning on watching it with me?” She sounded hopeful.
“Perhaps.” There was noperhapsabout it, she knew she’d won.
Once we demolished the food we’d brought home, Anastacia settled in the crook of my arm. She fit there perfectly; this woman was made for me, it just took me a while to see it. She made me lower my guard with each passing day.
“Ana, this is a load of shit,” I whined, and she swatted my bare torso.
"Stop complaining." She tenderly brushed her index finger over the scar on my cheek.
The movie was only a short one, thank God. I couldn’t have endured that any longer than I did anyway. Ana seemed to enjoy it though and it was nice to see her relaxed beside me rather than her usual standoffish self, although I knew I was the reason for that. I provoked her again and again, and for what? I racked my brain to find the reason but no matter how hard I tried, the only reason was because it excited me to piss her off. I loved seeing her riled up, ready to murder me without a so much of a second thought.
Ana cleared the remains of our food away and left it outside the bedroom door. Closing it behind her, she lifted my T-shirt above her head and tossed it aside.
“I think it’s time to claim your prize, Ricci.” Her voice was low and seductive, a raspy whisper that caused my cock to harden instantly. It strained against my sweatpants, begging to be set free.
“Come here,” I ordered, and much to my delight, she obeyed.
She sauntered over to me as if she were the hunter and I the prey, but she couldn’t be more wrong. She stopped before me with dilated eyes. She wanted everything I had to give her.
“Get on your knees,” I ordered, half expecting her smart-ass mouth to fire a remark, but she immediately dropped to them between my legs.
Her tongue darted out to dampen her pouting lips, her fingers trembled as she slid my sweatpants down my legs and over my feet. I was unsure as to why she trembled as she did, she’d sucked my dick this morning and I can easily say considering it was her first time, I had no complaints. Maybe tonight would be different. We weren’t half asleep or still on a high from the night prior. Tonight, we had relaxed a little with one another.
She ran her tongue along the tip of my cock, removing the pre-cum that had trickled out the second she stripped off my t-shirt. She kept her gaze fixed on mine as she took me in her mouth, and fuck me, she was breathtaking. Her hands had finally stopped trembling as she fisted one around my cock while the other grasped my thigh. The more she took me, the deeper her nails sunk into my flesh, and what I wouldn't give to have them claw my back. I wrapped one of her braids around my fist and forced myself as far as she could take. Watching tears spring to her eyes was like watching an award-winning movie, and her gags were the soundtrack I could listen to repeatedly.
I yankedher head away from my cockby her braid. Tears streameddown her makeup-free cheeks, and it was a beautiful sight. I could have wiped them away, but I was possessed. I needed to fuck her relentlessly, break her, ruin that pussy for anyone else. Nobody would dare lay a finger on what was mine, and that was what she was...Mine.
I tossed her onto the bed as if she weighed nothing. I wanted to bury my face in her soft pink pussy, but my need to fuck her was stronger. Tonight, I wouldn’t fuck her from behind. I wanted to see her face as she moaned for me, and I wanted her to look into my eyes as I made her cum. I trailed my fingers from her lips to her throat, down the channel between her breasts to her navel, until I reached the tattoo on her leg. I'd never been a fan of tattoos or piercings on women, but with Anastacia, it was erotic. The tattoo on her thigh and the delicate stud in her nose turned me on in ways I couldn’t even comprehend.
“Fuck me.” Her words shattered the silence, and I ached to hear them again.
"Say it again," I demanded. Her eyes darkened with desire and need as her fingers stroked her clit without warning. If that wasn't the most captivating sight I'd ever seen, I wasn’t sure what was.
“Fuck me, please.”
"Where would you like me to fuck you, love?" There was no doubt in my mind I would claim every hole, every inch of her.
“My pussy.” The boldness was commendable; I enjoyed this side of her.
“Not your ass?” Her panic was as apparent as the summersky. "I intend to fuck you there, love, but not yet." She relaxed subconsciously, but her intrigue was palpable.
I teased her with the head of my cock; it was clear she was sore, but if she thought I'd take it easy because of it, she couldn't have been more wrong. I thrust into her without giving her a chance to take a breath, and her gasp as I entered her assured me that she was more than fine. Her fingers clawed at my back, drawing me closer to her. Her lips claimed mine for the first time. She demanded my attention, and I intended to give it to her. I lost control as I sank my teeth into her lip. She groaned into my mouth as I drew the smallest amount of blood, and the metallic taste took over my palate, and I thrived on it. My hand clutched her throat as she smirked at me… she fuckingsmirkedat me as I repeatedly slammed into her. With each thrust, she clenched around me. My cock was perfectly snug into her tight pussy as I took her innocence, took whatever she gave me.
“Does my fiancée want to come?” I teased as I slowed my thrusts.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Please.” Hearing that pleafrom her lips was addicting, intoxicating, and pure ecstasy.
“Ask me again.” I smirked as I slammed into her pussy harder than she expected.
“Please, let me come!” she screamed as I released her throat.
“That depends on if I can fill that pretty pussy with my cum.” I thrust into her again as she almost drew blood from clawing at my back.
Her breathing was ragged, and her chest heaved as I yanked her away from her orgasm until I was ready to come withher.
