He watched me in fascination. The way a predator would watch its prey before swooping down to take it, except his gaze was filled with more sin. More desire, more need. The lust that filled his eyes made me wet just looking at him.
“You like this.” I smiled, rubbing my hand over the bulge of his cock pressing through the cotton fabric of his boxers.
“You know what I like.”
“I do.”
He lifted his hips, helping me as I slid his pants and boxers down at the same time. His massive, fat cock jutted free, springing toward me in an arc. I’d always been amazed at the thickness and length, and how badly I wanted it inside me.
I knelt down in front of him, and he reached forward to catch my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“You’re too damn sexy, Ava, you know that?”
“As long as you think so.” That was the best answer I could give because inside I was always that person I used to be. I’d had to toughen up to deal with all the shit life threw at me and shield my heart from all the grief and sadness, but being with him… when I was with him, he made me feel okay to just be me. To do what I wanted.
He groaned when I gripped the base and lowered my head to lick the tip of his cock, where a little pre-cum had leaked out. That made him grow even harder in my hands. Straining toward me, looking like he ached for release.
The half pain-, half pleasure-filled look on his face told me so. When I lowered my head again, I took the full length of him straight into my mouth. My hands still on the base, pumping the flesh hard while I sucked him. I loved the taste of him and the way he felt in my mouth. I loved the way he ran his fingers through my hair and that he held me closer so I could take him in deeper.
Deeper and deeper until I almost choked. A deep groan rumbled within his chest when my head bobbled up and down as I sucked him, and yet he still grew harder. I knew him. I knew the point we’d reached. This was where I’d either let him come in my mouth or inside me.
No one would blame me for saving the first option for later since I ached for him to be inside me.
I stopped sucking, and he reached to pull me back up, lifting me onto him.
I straddled him again, easing down onto his cock, taking him right in until I was full, gasping at the sensation. I’d forgotten how intense this position was, that it took some getting used to.
“You alright, Angel?”
“I’m… okay,” I answered breathlessly. I tried to move my hips, but he felt so good in me, I tethered on the edge of an orgasm.
A wild one. The type that could wipe me out, and we hadn’t even gotten started yet. He hadn’t done anything to me.
“Ride me, Angel. Fuck me however you want until you’re satisfied. When I’m finished with you, you won’t be able to walk.” A low chuckle resonated from the hard walls of his chest, and he gripped on to me so I could take charge.
It was like something unlocked inside of me, setting me free, loose, and I started moving my hips again. Faster, going up and down on him until we both got lost in a wild rhythm, moving as one. We became those prisoners to desire again, trapped in ecstasy, locked within the need we had for each other.
Liquid fire singed my veins in a scorching wave, and I knew I couldn’t stave off that orgasm any longer. It was there. I was there. Mindless ecstasy gripped me, and tension coiled. I grabbed his wide shoulders, holding on to him so tight my fingernails dug into his skin, cutting him. But he took it like the hard man he was. I felt bad for it, but the wicked smile on his face erased the guilt from my mind.
The blissful, blistering pleasure seized me, and I came on the greedy orgasm that ripped through me, screaming in release as my muscles spasmed around his cock.
My breath… I couldn’t catch it. My lips parted as I sucked in some air trying to still the dizziness that swirled through my head.
“Fuck, Angel. You feel so good.”
I didn’t even realize that he was still moving inside me. He hadn’t come yet.
“I’m not finished with you, Angel. I haven’t started to get nasty with you yet.” He chuckled and flipped me onto my back.
Again, I connected with the silk sheets. God, the wicked smile on his face spoke of all the things he wanted to do to me. A shiver of excitement ran through me.
With another chuckle, he buried his face between my thighs and started licking and stroking my clit with his tongue.
His clever tongue set off that blinding heat inside me. Licking, stroking, teasing, exploring, getting me ready for him again. His tongue pressed into me harder and fired off short little licks against my clit, and fuck, I was there again. At the edge with a buildup.
He knew me too. Knew when it was time, knew my body and what it wanted.
He spread my thighs wide, pushed my knees up, and wedged himself between my thighs, searing me with the length of his cock. His lust-filled body hard and primal against mine.
