I laugh against her now-bare warmth, mouth watering as I gaze on her sweet, glistening goodness.
“That’s what I like, baby.” I grasp my hands at her thick thighs, pulling her dripping pussy where it belongs, against my face. “Keep it nice and loud. It’s hard to hear when I’ve got your beautiful thighs around my ears.”
My tongue traces the seam of her lips, and she trembles wildly. “Axel—oh God!”
I grin, diving deeper, stabbing my tongue through her pink engorged folds and sucking with raw fire raging through my veins.
Every single one of her breathy moans registers in the base of my balls, and my cock bites against my zipper, inching closer to a release as I continue to brush against the counter. Gyrating eagerly, I lick at her hot heat, hands tweaking at her nipples and roaming the heavy flesh of her gorgeous breasts.
I groan against her pussy, thinking of the way she’s flashed her cleavage every time she’s leaned over to offer me more food tonight, and all I’ve wanted to do is jerk my cock in my hands and then blow my load across her creamy breasts.
With an erotic shudder, Savannah’s sweet little pussy trembles, thighs shaking at my ears before her soft pants turn to desperate cries and she creams on my tongue. I eagerly suck up everything she has to give.
My own release threatens to barrel forward uncontrollably, my balls drawing up tight as the edge of the island gives just enough friction against the tip of my cock that pre-cum leaks from the tip. The denim on my jeans dampens almost instantly, the juice of her pussy still sliding down my lips.
My gaze slides around the counter, settling on the spoon she used to stir the melted chocolate. I grab it with one hand,pushing her shirt over her head with the other, pink lacy bra and hard little nipples waiting for me.
With one hand, I slide the chocolate-covered spoon across the cups of her bra and then draw lines down her torso straight to her sweet juicy pussy.
“Now that I’ve had a taste of the sweetest pussy in the world…” I lick the chocolate off her skin, sucking extra hard at the nubs of her nipples to make them stand stiff and pert, before ending at her juicy mouth, kissing sweetly and grinding my dick against her warm, silky folds.
“Sweetest girl with the sweetest pussy.” I kiss her slowly. “I’m a prisoner.” I suck at the flesh of her neck. “Are you sure you want to go further?”
“Yes, I’m more than sure,” she admits.
“I need you to know that there’s never been anyone else.”
“Y-you’re a virgin?” She gasps as I swirl my fingertips along her soaked seam.
“Yeah, baby. There’s never been anyone else for me but you.”
“That’s–I never–I can’t believe–you waited for me too. I’ve never been with anyone either, Axel.”
I groan, because words don’t exist for this moment. I push the zipper down on my jeans and then work my throbbing cock against her entrance. With slow, measured movements, I work myself inside of her, inch by inch. She arches, gasps, drags her nails over my shoulders, then locks her heels around my waist and pulls me in further.
“Tell me if it hurts,” I say.
“No, it’s…you’re perfect. Don’t stop.” She gasps beneath me, her breath hot against my skin, and every nerve-ending in my body hums with satisfaction. She’s blushing, breathless, and so sweet. I can’t help but grin too, that childish flush of pride and awkwardness rattling through me.
I murmur how sweet she is against her temple, brushing a stray hair behind her ear. Before she can protest, I hold her against me and carry her off the counter, careful not to spill an ounce of this moment. Her arms lock around my neck as I settle her onto the couch, her sweet, yielding weight pressing into my thighs.
She grinds back onto me, and I groan. Every inch of her moves like silk, and I’m dizzy with the power of having brought this fierce woman to her knees. My hands explore her curves—her hips, the soft planes of her back—my calloused palms igniting goosebumps as they travel upward. I lean in, capturing her nipple between my lips, sucking and nipping just enough to make her tremble. Her soft moans vibrate against my tongue, and I taste the salty-sweet of her skin.
“You’re so responsive,” I growl, then slap her thigh in an impulsive spank that makes her gasp.
I cradle her head in my hands so she can’t look away. Every worry she’s carried, every pang of fear–they’re mine to carry now. “No matter what, I always want you to feel safe with me.” My voice softens. “I don’t want to scare you off.”
Her breathing steadies, relief softening her features. My heart expands, full of fierce protectiveness and longing. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted—and I want her to know it.
When I kiss her, it’s a confession, a promise, a roar of pure need. My fingers tangle in her hair, pulling her closer as desire ignites between us again. Her lips part beneath mine, and I taste her fear melting into trust.
She whispers, “I want you, Axel. I need you. Always.”
I crush my mouth to hers, asserting my claim without a shred of doubt. “You never have to beg me for anything. Ask, and I come running. You own me, Savannah—you own me more than you’ll ever know.”
I lift her into my arms as easily as if she were weightless, pressing her against me. “You belong to me.” My tone is firm, dominant, and her wide, eager eyes send a thrill weaving through my veins.
I lean close until my lips brush her ear. “Tell me,” I whisper, voice low and insistent, “who do you belong to?”
