I pull back and wipe her tears.
“Do you want me to stop,” I ask, kissing her face.
This woman evokes such deep feelings that I feel the emotion in my throat. I swallow, trying to control the intense emotions.
I kiss her again and move one hand to rub her swollen flesh. I move my lips down her throat, kissing and nipping my way down to her breast. I take her tight nipple, suck it, and lick, feeling her inner walls tighten.
“Ace, I need you to move,” Karla says, holding onto my back.
I take the other nipple, sucking it, and bite it hard. Her pussy clutches my cock tight, and I start moving. I increase my strokes and kiss her as I move. I need this connection; it feels so good.
I pull back, hold onto her hips, and fuck her faster and deeper, gazing into her eyes.
“Do you feel my cock deep inside your tight pussy? This little pussy is now mine, Karla Castro. You’re now mine,” I growl, thrusting deeper.
“Ace Miller, I’m your woman, but you’re my man,” Karla hisses, narrowing her eyes.
“Damn straight, I’m yours,” I grunt.
I bottom out each time I plunge into her tight little pussy, feeling her grab my cock tight. I move my hand to rub her swollen flesh, and she tenses. I feel the tingle in my back, and my balls tighten.
“Angle, come with me,” I growl.
“Ace,” Karla yells, coming all over my cock, pulling over the edge with her.
I fall onto my back, pull her onto my chest, and hold her.
“Karla, are you alright,” I ask, rubbing her back.
“Yes, a little ache, but I’ll be okay,” Karla says, looking at me.
She smiles, looking at me, hugging me tight.
“I’m not going to let you go,” She whispers.
“I’m not going to let you go,” I say, rolling her onto her back.
I kiss her deeply, and my cock is fucking hard again.
“Are you ready for more,” I ask, kissing her neck.
I suck her sensitive skin, marking her, claiming her.
She was a fucking virgin.
She’s all mine.
“Hmmmm, yes, always,” Karla whispers, wrapping her arms around my neck.
Of fuckincourse I love her all night long until we’re both exhausted.
Next morning.
“Angel, I got your bag out of Autumn’s car,” I say, walking into my room.
Karla walks out of the bathroom, with her hair wrapped with a towel, and one around her sexy, tight body.
“Oh, Angel, you’re so damn hot,” I growl, dropping the bag on the carpet.
