When I slide out of her, I wipe her girl cum off on her outer lips while I lean forward to kiss her slowly. Damara’s thick, full lips turn me on almost as much as the way her pussy grips my dick. There’s something so fucking sexy about all of her features, but Damara’s lips are one of my favorite parts of her physically.
Kissing her is hot, wet and so much better than any kisses I’ve ever had. We grab at each other’s bodies madly, exchanging spit and sweat as I tease Damara’s outer lips with my dick, getting her hot and bothered so she begs for my dick to satisfyher. My cock stiffens in pleasure as the head rubs against Damara’s clit.
“You aren’t going anywhere,” I growl as I pull away to allow Damara room to breathe. I need her clear headed so she understands that I am 100% serious about everything here. She’s going to be mine and I will never leave her.
“I don’t care how fucked up I have to get. I’m not putting my dick anywhere else.”
Damara grunts and tries to stifle a moan as I slowly start entering her tight pussy again. From the vulnerable position I have her pressed to the bed in, all she can do is remain totally still and feel my dick spreading her lips open as I slide inside her all the way to the hilt.
“You have my baby, Damara. After you give birth, do you really think I’m going to let another man touch you?”
She opens her mouth to protest and I silence Damara by pushing the rest of my cock inside her and resting my thick thatch of hair against her soaking wet entrance. She’s so fucking wet that I have to hold back from cumming. I can’t hide that I want to punish her for holding back her feelings from me. I want that punishment to come in the form of relentless orgasms that Damara finds herself powerless to resist.
I don’t want her to do anything but lie there and take my cock as she cums all over it.
“If any man comes near you, I’m going to shoot him in the foot, drag him out to the desert and brand my fucking name on his ass. You’re mine.”
Our eyes meet and Damara’s terror is clear. What is it about being loved that scares the fuck out of this woman so damned much? I’m offering her the world. I’m offering to kill for her and die for her if necessary. She doesn’t have to lift a finger for the rest of her life if she only agrees to be mine.
I need to stop her from staring into my soul and a kiss seems like my best option. I grab Damara’s cheeks and ease my cock out of her, pressing our lips together as I slide back inside her with my cock as I spread her lips with my tongue. Our tongues tease each other in Damara’s mouth and my grip on her jaw tightens.
I feel so fucking possessive over her that it hurts. I push my hips forward even more, taking every inch of Damara’s pussy. The grip on my dick almost hurts. I have to stop myself from an explosive reaction.Fuck, she just feels so damn good.
Whenever I stop kissing her, she tries to turn her head away from me, so I hold Damara’s cheeks in place and fuck her hard into the bed until I feel her body getting close. She responds with enthusiastic moaning to a steady rhythm.Plap. Plap. Plap.
Our bodies slap together rhythmically on the bed as I pump into Damara’s pussy. The angle I take my pleasure hits her deep and juices squirt out of her tight entrance as I speed up and fuck her harder into the bed. She moans loudly as my cock drives into her deeper, touching the back walls of Damara’s wetness as the angle I take her in squeezes my dick tightly.
Her body tingles with goosebumps in the instant before she bursts. I need her to cum for me and I slide my tongue over the length of the soft skin on Damara’s neck as I fuck her pregnant pussy even deeper with my dick, pushing her to cum hard from the deepest penetration I’ve ever subjected her to. My cock took every untouched inch of her pussy this time and she shudders with an orgasmic high so intense it’s almost painful.
I need to cum inside her again and feel the all-consuming pleasure from finishing inside Damara consume me. I’ve fallen to a lot of vices in my life, but Damara has by far been the most satisfying of them all. I withdraw my hips and pump into her pussy hard, pounding her into the bed with urgency. Damaramoans, reminded with each of my deep thrusts that her body belongs to me.
“You can’t deny how you feel,” I growl into her ear as my hips smack wetly against her pussy. She gets wetter as my climax draws closer and my cock stiffens inside her, preparing to erupt and spread my baby batter on Damara’s back walls. Each time I give her a full shot of my seed, our bodies become more dependent on one another for pleasure.
I don’t give a fuck how we got here, my body responds so feverishly to Damara’s that I have to chase the high. My tongue draws along her neck again and right as I feel that final burst of pleasure tightening against my abdomen, Damara explodes again. Her pussy grips my cock tighter and she cums hard as I push my hips inside her one last time and release every pent of emotion along with my backed up load of cum.
Instinct draws my hips deeper and I can feel Damara’s pulsing pussy moving my piercing through the holes with the force of her pleasure. Fuck… More of my cum pumps out of my dick and sloshes against Damara’s back walls. It’s the most primal and possessive act that you can do with another person. The thin layer of sweat on Damara’s body tastes delicious. I suck on her flesh as I slowly withdraw my pierced cock from her well-fucked entrance.
The loud squelching sound causes Damara to wriggle with discomfort, rubbing my cock on the way out of her pussy with so much intensity that I almost drive into her again and allow my dick to get hard again. My singular focus on gaining psychological and physical control over Damara overwhelms my sex drive. She stays on the bed spread wide open on her back while I slide out of bed under the pretense of cleaning the cum off my dick or getting her a warm towel.
Instead, I calmly walk over to my dresser and open the top drawer to expose my collection of leather belts and specialbuckles. They’re fun to collect, especially at gun shows. I’ve come across my fair share of valuable leather belts over the years made out of buffalo hide or snakeskin, depending on where I got them from. Most of the leather belts are vintage and soft, making them perfect for my plans.
I select two belts and walk over to Damara, calmly. The room is dimly lit enough with the black out curtains drawn that she has very little information to draw a conclusion about my plans from.
“What are you doing?” she asks me in that honeysuckle voice. I love a black woman’s voice, especially Damara’s. She sounds confident, even when she’s scared and there’s something so fucking sexy about her refusal to break despite her vulnerability. Unfortunately, I still need Damara to stop fucking around and acting like there’s any other outcome except her and I together.
“What do you think?”
She draws her arms to her chest instinctively, but it’s far too late for that. I roughly grasp her wrist and yank Damara’s arm over her head while she screams like an angry mountain lion. This woman is aggressive. Difficult. She has an attitude problem just like I would expect from a woman who looked like her with all that pink hair too. Unfortunately, I can’t stop this difficult woman and her fake ass pink hair from getting me rock hard.
“LET GO OF ME!” she grunts as I fasten her wrist to the headboard with my armadillo hide leather belt, dyed turquoise by a Navajo artist who Oske helped hustle the entire club a couple summers ago. Nice belt, even if I overpaid for it. The leather wraps perfectly around Damara’s wrist and even as she calls me a bunch of slurs and kicks her legs out aggressively, she stays tied to the bed and the leather is soft enough not to cut into her flesh. Thank God.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Damara yells at me, wadding up a ball of spit in her mouth as I lean over her to grabher other hand, failing to dodge her rough kicks to the center of my chest. She’s aiming to hurt me too, nearly knocking the fucking wind out of me as I force her other wrist over her head and use the oldest belt in my collection to fasten her other wrist to the headboard.
This will end exactly the way I want – with a confession from Damara that she cares about me and she will stay by my side because I’m the only man in the world willing to put up with her crazy ass attitude and pink hair.
“What’s wrong with me is I got attached to an unfeeling woman who pushes me to this point before she can admit the truth.”
She kicks my chest again, but with both arms fastened to the bed, giving up any of her limbs proves to be an enormous mistake. I grab her ankles and tie them together with a third belt. This one is regular black alligator leather that I permanently borrowed from a Cuban drug dealer I had a problem with while I was out in Florida during a spring break trip. It fits perfectly around Damara’s ankles and renders all her kicking powerless.
