I can feel the heat radiating off his raging cock as it bobs against my leg, leaving traces of his desire on my inner thigh. It slowly drips across my skin, onto the sheets instead of my ass, where it belongs.
“Condom. Condom,” Theodore mumbles against my lips. I catch him by the bicep as he starts to remove himself from on top of me. He stills under my touch, breathing coming in harsh, huffing gasps while waiting for me to speak through my knotted throat.
I think about it for a moment, but only just. I know it’s what I want, and I don’t need a tiny voice in my head trying to talk me out of it.
“No condoms. I want to feel you… all of you.”
“Scar… baby…” he breathes, shaking his head lightly. “We can’t do that, my love. That’s too much to risk.”
“No. No, it’s fine. I’m safe. I have the implant, and my last check-up confirmed I was clean. You don’t have anything to worry about, Theodore. I promise. I want this… I want you.”
Say you want me too, Theodore. Say you need this, this connection, this level of intimacy. Say you’ll give me it all because that’s what I’m doing, surrendering myself to you, to be completely, wholly, and irrevocably yours.
Capturing my mouth in a tender kiss, he whispers into my soul, “I’m yours, my love.”
The first stretch of his cock inside me is complete agony. I’ve had him down my throat, but my pussy wasn’t ready to take on his size. Then, with inches upon inches of hardened steel, he slides into me. I can almost taste him as he stretches me wide, choking on his virile flavor while his girth massages my walls.
Once he stops at the hilt, he reaches between us, gently rubbing my clit with his thumb and forefinger.
“You’re taking my cock so good, pretty girl.”
His affection draws gravelly moans from deep within my chest, making my pussy clench painfully around his girth.
Theodore whispers filthy praises against the shell of my ear, driving himself into my body until tears spring into the corner of my eyes. But I fucking love it. I’d do anything to stop this moment from ending. I’ll be anything he wants. A slut, a saint, whoever he needs, just to feel his cock pumping inside me.
“That’s it, baby. You’re such a good girl.
Mmm… my favorite. I can be that, too. Just for him.
“Say it.”
“Huh?” I breathe, lost in the sensations.
“Say it,” Theodore repeats, drawing his length almost all the way out of me, teasing me into a frenzy with his tip pulsing around my opening. “I want you to say it, Scarlett? Say it. Say you’re my”—he inches inside—“Good”—another inch—“Little”—fuck! He’s trying to kill me—“Girl.”
“Yes! I’m your good girl!” I shout, begging him to fill me to the rim. But he doesn’t. He stays motionless, a hint of a smile on his full lips.
“No. No. No. You’re not done, my love. Finish the sentence, and then I’ll fuck this pretty little pussy raw.”
I struggle to solve his puzzle through the sex-hazed cloud distorting my thoughts. But then, his blue stare is a beacon through the fog, and I know exactly what he’s asking for. Collecting my breath, I rasp, “I’m your good little girl,Sir.”
Pleased, he shoves the rest of his cock inside, stealing my breath just as quickly as I got it back.
With each slam of his head against my cervix, I fail to keep my groans inside. I fight to remain silent, having both my exes tell me it was disgusting to hear my moans, but with each attempt, Theodore fucks me harder, almost sending me flying off the bed with each thrust.
“Let me hear you, baby. I want to listen to my name falling off those lips.”
His commands have my legs falling wider and his name the only sound off my lips. It spurs him on, hearing his name on my tongue like I’m praising the gods. Soon enough, his groans of pleasure begin to mix with mine, and it isn’t long before we become a symphony of sex and sin.
Coming up on his knees, Theodore takes my ankles from around his waist and slams them vertically on his chest. Pinning my legs to his gleaming body, he thrusts into me one, two, three times before stopping.
“Wha-”
My breath is stolen as he roughly flips me onto my stomach. Then, with just as much force, he draws up my hips, smearing my wetness along his trembling abs while shoving a pillow under my pelvis.
With my back arched and my ass cushioned against his firm muscles, Theodore takes his shaft and rubs the dripping head of his penis from hole to hole. He teases my back entrance with a little pressure, testing my resistance before sliding back into my center.
“Not now, but soon, that pretty ass is going to be mine. You hear me, baby? I will own every one of your tight little holes.” Theodore grunts, fingers bruising my hips while his mouth descends on my back. He licks the sweat running down my spine, leaving a shivering path in the wake of his tongue.
