Her body is still convulsing as I press myself deeply inside her with no preamble. At least I’m bigger than the toy. Could you imagine being shown up by a piece of plastic with hearts all over it?
Her knees press against her chest as I slide my hands in her hair and hold her face as I fuck her.
Love’s pretty tits bounce with each thrust, and I’m fascinated with each press of our bodies. I can’t help but lean down and take her nipple in my mouth. She moans and tugs on my hair in return.
I fucking love it.
I suck harder, and her back arches against my face and her head pushes me down. I pull sharply, and she gasps as I let the bud free and reach over to the nightstand. My gaze meets with her pretty pink one for confirmation. She sucks in her bottom lip and nods.
“Made for me,” I whisper, not knowing if she hears.
I reach for the nightstand without pulling out of her and grab the clamps. My dick is pressed deep inside of her warm pussy, and I feel like I could come just from staying still inside of her.
But I resist, and use my thumbs to make sure her nipples are nice and hard.
I put one of the clamps between my teeth as I use my fingers to loosen the two sides and place them on her left nipple before tightening. I have to stop myself from laughing and choking on the damn clamp when I realize the middle piece is made to look like a Cupid’s arrow.
“Fucking cute,” I mumble around the jewelry in my mouth.
When she moans and bites down on her lip, I know it’s tight enough before moving to the other. I place the other one on her other nipple and her pussy clenches around my length. She grips a heart shaped pillow that saysbe mineon it, and I grin.
I take a breast in each hand, squeezing and admiring how fucking full and perfect they are. The red hearts pressed against her nipples only adding to how attractive she looks splayed out for me.
“Goddamn, baby.”
She moans and her legs wrap around my lower back and she pulls me in closer, taking me even deeper than before.
I tug lightly on the clamp and she pants, audible puffs of air leaving her as she moans.
My hips snap, and her perfectly clamped tits heave with each thrust.
I wrap my hand around the back of her thigh, pressing her knee into the mattress and she keens.
“Right there, oh fuck,” she moans.
I’m relentless as I pound into her, needing desperately to fill her up and claim her as mine. She needs to understand that she belongs to me, I need to fuck her so good that she’s convinced. Every inch of her pretty pink body belongs to me now.
“That’s it. Look at you, milking a reaper’s cock.”
It breaks her, her pussy spasms against my cock, and I’m quick with two fingers, releasing one of the clamps and tugging it off.
It has her screaming as her cum drips down my shaft and over my thighs. A few tears trail down her face with her release and I kiss them as I fuck her harder through her peak.
She writhes beneath me, her body trembling, but she takes what I give her. Our flesh smacks audibly throughout the room until it finally hits me. My much-needed release shivers down my spine, and I moan into her hair as I fall on top of her and fill her with my cum.
Her breaths are raspy underneath me, but she doesn’t ask me to move. She draws patterns on my back as we lie there, both of us catching our breaths after what is single-handedly the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.
Her heart is beating rapidly against my chest and it’s only now that I look around her room. It looks like Valentine’s Day threw up in here, but I can’t say that I hate it.
I pull back and push her hair off of her face and look down at her hazy eyes.
“Okay?” I ask, checking in with her.
She licks her lips and nods. “More than okay, Death… that was...” She seems lost for words, and I’m not sure what to say either.
“It was perfect,” I say, not knowing any other words that can truly meet what that was for me. I wish I were better at expressing how I feel. I wish I could just spew out that it was the best sex I’ve ever had and it’s only the tip of the iceberg.
Love trusted me, with her body, with her pleasure, and she did it with no fear. This pretty, lively, lovable cupid trusts me—a fucking grim reaper. It shouldn’t be possible, but I crave herbubbly, loving nature more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I want all of her, every precious, heart-shaped piece of her.
