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She takes me all the way to the back of her throat. A groan reverberates in my chest. She moans in answer, almost making me shoot my load. She’s so hot when she’s kneeling between my legs and swallowing me. The notion that she may enjoy it only makes me harder.
Watching her come into her own power and seeing that knowledge burn in her eyes while she masters my pleasure is a sight to behold. She slides me out slowly over her curled tongue. The rhythmic arching of my hips is automatic. Every cell in my body is screaming for me to come down her throat, to pin her down and finish this slow torture, but I’m too caught up in the moment, hanging on to her every move.
I reach down and grope her breast, greedily squashing it in my palm. Her whimper is fuel on my fire.
Fuck.
I need this. Need her. Need her to want this. Me.
I’m close. Too close.
I want her harder.
Deeper.
Forever.
I thread my fingers through her hair. Instead of roping her in, I cup the back of her skull, letting her set the pace. She opens her throat to me. Swallows me. I lose myself in her, my resistance crumbling as she gives me this gift. Her enjoyment. I’ve never been more turned on in my life. It has less to do with the picture of my cock stuffed down her throat and more with the hand she slips between her legs.
Because she likes this.
Sucking me off turns her on.
The onset of my release tightens my balls. I don’t want to come yet but when she lets me go with a pop to suck my sac into her scorching hot mouth, I can’t hold back any longer. Gripping the base of my cock, I paint her chin and breasts with my cum. I pump until I’m dry, layering ribbons of release on the perfect canvas of her body.
I don’t even take the time to tuck my cock back into my pants. I drag her up with my hands under her armpits and shove her with my palm between her breasts. Her legs fold against the edge of the bed. She goes down onto her back, her body bouncing on the mattress.
I’m on top of her in a second, mounting her like a crazed animal and catching her thighs between mine. I stare into her eyes as I rub my release over her breasts. She doesn’t hide her reaction from me. She likes this too. She arches her back when I smear the cum over her stomach. I want to soak her in my seed and cover her with my smell so that she and everyone else knows to whom she belongs.
Gathering more of my release on my fingers, I trace my mark above her pussy, outlining the seal of my ownership in cum. I coat her clit with the slickness. Her breath catches when I rub. Still, it’s not enough. I soak my fingers with my seed and slide two inside her pussy.
She gasps, her inner muscles locking down on the intrusion. When I thrust, she cries out. Sealing my lips over hers, I steal her sounds and her air. I make her mine, letting her live on my breaths.
“You’re mine, bella,” I say with a growl into the kiss. “All your firsts.”
Her eyes go hazy as I cup her sex while keeping my fingers inside her. She’s a stunning mess between her legs, slick and hot and close to coming. She moans when I pull my fingers out. I’m hard again, already inside her before she can exhale. I push up on one arm and slide a hand between us, using my cum as lubrication to rub her clit.
She wraps her arms around my neck and locks her ankles behind my ass, holding on as I pump and rub and goddamn, I’m going to shoot a dry load but I’m going to come with her again.
She makes me do things. Things I can’t take back. Things I refuse to regret.
Breaking my own rule, I give her a hoarse command. “Say it. Say my name.”
She doesn’t scream it in pleasure. When her pussy spasms around my cock, she cups my cheek and utters the word I want to hear most on her lips with a soft sigh. “Angelo.”
If the moan she uttered with her mouth full of my dick was hot, then saying my name when she comes is perfect.
I let her come undone, let her ride out the aftershocks on my hard cock until her thighs fall open and her head drops back. I must be pumping her raw, but I can’t stop. I chase my release until it aches, until I come dry with painful spurts of nothingness, wrenching torturous pleasure from my spent body.
Only she can do this to me.
Exhaustion steals over my intoxicated senses. It’s not just the alcohol. It’s her. She’s like a drug to my senses. An addiction to my body.
Resting our foreheads together, I take a moment to catch my breath before I pull out. I’m still fully dressed. I haven’t even taken off my shoes.
I push to my feet like a drunken man, taking in the sight before me. She’s spread out naked, the skin of her belly and thighs scraped red from the buttons of my waistcoat and the teeth of my zipper. My cum is smeared over her. Inside her. Over my clothes.
My gaze dips to her flat belly, to how it caves slightly inward. She’s lost weight. It won’t do. Not for what I’m planning.
