I reach down to her uncovered ass, my fingers tracing inside the lace of her thong. “Fine. I won’t kill him if he does not harm you.”
I can’t make the same promise about sending him to a state where he’s neither dead nor alive.
“Promise,” she whispers, her breath hot against my neck.
I push her thong aside and slide a finger inside her wet pussy. “Promise.”
She rubs herself on my thigh, shaking her ass, moaning breathily.
I throw the quilt away and remove my sweatpants, then the jingle-bell printed underwear. My dick is hard, readyto go inside her pussy again. This bastard could stay inside her all day and night.
I stroke my dick. “Lay down in front of me.”
She obeys and lies down on the mattress.
“Remove your panty.”
She pulls off the lacy red thong, I take it from her hand and set it aside with my pants.
“Pull this dress up and open your legs,” my voice strained as my dick pulses.
She obeys. I see her glistening pussy in the golden light. Paired with the dress she’s wearing, she looks exactly as she is, my condemnation to hell.
I give my dick a few more rough strokes before getting on my knees between her.
I slide my pre-cum–coated dick inside her in one smooth motion. Her pool of juices pulls it in easily. I squeeze her soft ass, pull out of her liquid hotness, then push back inside.
I hold her knees, bend them over her spilling tits, and slam inside her, going deeper and deeper. She cries out loud moans, her voice louder than the argument on the TV, filling the entire room with a sweet, intoxicating melody. Her tits bounce out of the bodice with every thrust. I need to see her whole. I grab her dress over both tits and tear it down.
She gasps, but that sound turns into a moan when I pinch both her nipples while fucking her sweet pussywithout pause. She grabs my T-shirt over my neck and cries louder, her head pressed back on the mattress, her back arched high. She squeezes around my dick. The pressure is so intense that I almost cum. But I pull my dick out of her, grab her waist, and flip her onto her stomach.
She is still shaking from her orgasm when I bend down on her, pull her ass up, and thrust inside her. I kiss her neck, then whisper in her ear, “Watch the movie, Dove.”
Her face is pressed against the mattress, she clutches it with her hands, crying my name.
I move faster inside her, and in no time her tight walls clench around me like a noose. I curse, unable to hold back, and fill her a second time tonight with my cum. She collapses on the mattress. My dick slides out, my sperm running between her thighs.
I lay down facing the TV. She turns around and climbs on top of me. I kiss her glowing face. “Let’s watch the movie.”
She presses her cheek against my neck and sighs, “I’m not interested in any movie anymore. You can watch.”
I turn off the TV. “Why would I watch random people when I can watch my world lying in my arms?”
She smiles, eyes closed. “Ummhmm, being romantic after fucking me senseless.”
I cover her completely with the quilt. “Don’t say such things. It turns me on.”
She looks up at me with sleepy eyes. “Are you human? How do you still have the energy to get turned on?”
I smirk. “It’s been starved for years.”
She closes her eyes again, pressing her face into my neck. “Beast.”
I laugh, then kiss the topof her head.
chapter 39
Avira
