Panting, I fall on my back, staring at the night sky—mindless, boneless.
His mouth brings me back from that half-awake, half in a dream state before moving to my nipples.
Sucking leisurely, our eyes lock. There’s a gleam in his I can’t pinpoint as his hand travels south, cupping my pussy.
I hiss, sensitive after my orgasm.
“You’ll give me another one,” he says, pulling at my nipple with his teeth.
“I don’t know if I can,” I murmur at the same time he shoves two thick fingers inside my pussy. For a moment, I go blind.
A sound of delight ripples through his throat. “You’re still tight as fuck… but you’ll stretch for me.”
My mouth dries, and I lick my lips in response. It sounds more like he’ll make me stretch, anyway.
Eyes closed, he sucks on my nipples and fucks me with his fingers. It feels so good that I don’t even care if I die from too much pleasure. It’s addictive. The rush. The pleasure. The passion.
His thumb rubs my clit, applying pressure and circling it pointedly as he scissors his fingers inside of me, demanding every bit of pleasure. Like a master puppeteer, he knows exactly how to play my body.
An earthquake rolls through me, making me wonder if I can survive this intense experience.
In my desperation, my hand flies to his pants. Palming his cock in a plea to fuck me already or just needing to see the evidence I am affecting him just as much, it’s irrelevant.
His pupils dilate, the black swallowing the gray, the veins in his neck protruding. He’s unraveling just like I am.
“Don’t worry, baby girl. You’ll get my cock soon. Every thick inch,” he says, voice dripping with self-assuredness.
He has a way with words, making me an even hotter mess. As if I don’t know who’s in control, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want him on his knees for me too—undone.
My stomach tightens, and my breathing becomes irregular. Erratic puffs of air coming out in shallow breaths. Looking up, even the stars appear brighter, as if matching my insides.
From deep within me, the orgasm unfolds. A high wave rocks me, causing me to shake uncontrollably. I bite into his shoulder, coming a second time, and drenching his fingers as he coos at me. I can’t control my body in the aftermath of the mind-body-blowing act.
“Such a good girl for me.” He sounds so pleased with me, and pride engulfs me.
Standing up, he towers over me—imposing with his body carved in marble. A god among mortals. My god. My man.
With tattoos spanning over his broad chest and powerful arms, his skin glistens under the moonlight, his muscles rippling with inhuman force.
His hands move to his pants, where he makes quick work of removing them. He’s so big both in girth and length, the head peeks out of his boxer briefs. His cock appears gigantic, making me doubt I can wrap my fingers around it. I swallow hard. I know I took him several times then, but it was a mix of survival, fear, and lust that I couldn’t appreciate the view, unaware of his meaty shaft.
Now, it’s different. We’re different.
I get on my knees, desperate to touch him, thirsty for a taste of him too.
I place my palms on his muscular thighs and slip down the black boxer briefs, shrieking when his cock jumps out, hitting me in the face.
He chuckles as he cups my cheeks, rubbing gently. “My sweet girl.”
There’s a mix of melancholy and warmth gazing back at me.
“Love me like I’m your sweet girl. But fuck me like—” I gulp, not even knowing exactly what I ask.
His eyes darken at once, having no trouble deciphering my hidden plea. “My little slut and fuck doll?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, overcome by passion. Dazed for him. Drunk for him. Drugged by him.
Holding his eyes captive, I swirl my tongue over his slit before I drag my tongue up and down the thick vein of his shaft.
