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“Y esssss Masssss,” Oshun Sampson moaned, as the man above her slid his cock inside her just the right way. Her pussy walls contracted, trying their best to strangle the length of him, keeping him planted inside her, rubbing so deliciously over her G-spot.
She couldn’t remember how many times he’d made her cream all over him since they’d started this round. All she knew was she could feel her next orgasm clawing at her again. Her pussy lips so slick and swollen, each stroke making them sizzle with electricity.
“Let me watch you touch yourself while I fuck you,” he whispered against her lips, as he bent down to steal a kiss.
She couldn’t see him behind her closed lids. She’d given up trying to keep them open; her mind so blitzed-out from the way he was stroking her. But she knew his cocky ass had that crooked smile he always wore when he knew he had her at his mercy. It was a given anytime he had his dick inside her, or had her calling on the gods and goddesses as she came, that she was in fact at his mercy.
She fought the impulse to give in to him. It wasn’t in her nature to submit to someone else’s will. Oshun wasn’t the kind of woman to let anyone control her. Control was always hers to wield. But, a one-night stand with a club hook-up three months ago changed all that. Now, instead of hitting it and quitting it the way she’d intended, she was laying in his bed, legs spread, pussy dripping, and hungry for his cock.
He slowed down his strokes as he bent down to kiss her again. “I know you heard me. Play with my pretty pussy and I’ll let you come all over this dick again.”
Her walls contracted at his promise, and a shudder spread throughout her body. As defiant as she wanted to be, she was too close and too hot not to acquiesce. She used her fingers to stroke herself slowly. Her clit was so sensitive it bordered on painful. She knew if she added too much pressure or speed, she’d tumble over into bliss.
She knew it would feel so good. But, she held back because it turned him on to watch her stroke herself. She ran her fingers from clit to slit. Her fingertips scraped against his cock every time he pushed in and pulled out. When she heard him hissing between his teeth, she knew his senses were overloaded as well.
“Faster,” he commanded. “Don't fucking stop.”
She sped up her motions. She could feel the familiar tension building up inside her, could feel the burning heat that seared her from the inside out. When the muscles in her thighs began twitching, and her pussy began contracting in powerful spasms, Oshun knew it wouldn't be long. Two more circular strokes and she felt herself break apart, felt her breath catch in her chest, and release spread like warm butter through her nerves.
The orgasm wrecked her, breaking her into unrecognizable pieces. Instead of helping her, Masaki Yamaguchi perpetuated her demise by slamming his cock over and over into her. It was hard and so rough, and she loved every minute of it. So much so, she begged him not to stop, begged him to keep destroying her.
He didn't disappoint. He kept hammering at her, prolonging the orgasm that ravaged her as she convulsed beneath him.
“God, you squeeze me so fucking tight, Oshun,” he howled as his rhythm faltered. She felt his cock swell, and seconds later he pulsed his release into the latex barrier between them.
When he pulled out, she was still quivering, her body shaking of its own accord. Masaki must have seen her shaking as an invitation, because he rearranged himself so that his mouth met her pussy lips. His tongue gently bathed her, soothing and exciting at the same time. She'd thought he'd broken her, but within seconds, his tongue had her tensing in another release. This was sweet and gentle, but still, there he went again making her lose control.
He licked her cunt again, swirling it at her opening, groaning in satisfaction against her slick lips. He touched her once again with his tongue, finally relenting his hold over her when he heard her hiss.
Taking advantage of the reprieve she'd been given, she took a deep breath and opened her eyes. Dark eyes shining with mischief and a self-assured grin met hers. He took a moment to slowly pass that dangerous tongue of his over his lips, closing his eyes while a deep moan rumbled in his chest.
“God my pussy is so sweet.”
As much as she wanted to disabuse him of the notion of him owning her sex, she knew she'd be lying. The way he kept her begging for his attention when they came together, there was no doubt in either of their minds that his fucking name was stamped across it in bright red letters.
Mas.
In every way that mattered, she certainly was. She didn't lie to herself about what and how deeply she felt for Masaki. What she felt wasn't the problem, how she lived was.
Being his was a notion she could only entertain while inside the confines of either of their homes. Here in his bed, or just a few minutes to the east in hers, she could wallow in the decadence of this man's affection, in the reckless abandon of her heart's greatest desire. But outside either of those situations, in front of the world, she could never take what she so desperately wanted; her place at his side as his woman.
He crawled up her body, pressing his mouth against hers, demanding that she open herself to him again. She barely parted her lips before his tongue was inside, painting her lips and tongue with the taste of her essence.
It was a heady experience, one that had her threading her hands through the ink-colored strands on his head, pulling him deeper into the kiss. If she weren't so fucked-out, this kiss could very well have been the start of another round for them.
She gentled the kiss, smoothing her hands carefully down his back until she met the meaty curve of his ass. She gave it a satisfying smack that pulled a wide grin from each of them.
“That never gets old,” she said.
“What? You smacking my ass?”
Oshun chuckled. “That too. But I was referring to the way you fuck me until I'm boneless.”
He placed a playful peck on the tip of her nose, and rolled over to the side, pulling her into the little spoon position. Dropping another peck on her shoulder, he snuggled in close behind her.
“I know a way to top me fucking you boneless,” he offered.
