“You are a bastard!” I say, watching his eyes closely.
He keeps taking me, and he slowly speeds up. It is soon like last night, and it’s as if we have not slept. We are back in the zone, as if the sex marathon never ended.
For whatever reason, him, me, we, somehow have flow. And it’s as if our bodies are matched, some kind of perfect fit.
He holds my jaw as he thumbs my lower lip. His eyes get darker again, and I remember. Remember what is to come.
The brute then takes me with a rare, savage, and powerful passion. But also perfect skill.
He fucks me like I’ve never been fucked.
As he holds the back of my head, our eyes are only an inch apart. I moan, unable to comprehend the brutal yet delightful plunder.
“Harder,” I moan, crazed.
“The thumb, hair, or driving?” he asks, husky and deep.
“All,” I say, stupidly.
“Anything you want.”
The beast climbs over me more and lifts my ankles onto his shoulders. He is now what feels like extra inches deeper into me. My ankles are near his head, and he feels like he owns me.
“That okay?” he asks, rocking in deeper.
“Don’t act nice,” I gasp, eyes on his and meaning it.
I like him cold and commanding, and he claims me and pushes in deeper. He grins, then his eyes, face, and energy go cold and gruff again.
“That’s it,” I say. “Own it, you brute!”
He then starts to drive into my once-tight pussy and kisses my big stupid mouth brutally hard.
I crossed the line again, and I am starting to pay. As he starts to get me close, I cannot believe how intense the sex is.
It must be showing on my face, and he talks low and seriously. “Just remember who it was. Who it was that took you properly.”
I start to unwind, and time starts to collapse. The crazy, gorgeous bastard then delivers the most intense sex imaginable.
His cock, his eyes, his thumb on my clit send me to heaven. I am lost for words as my body is claimed and my mind blown.
“Come. Coming,” I say between pants.
“No! Not yet!”
As he drives into me, I try to hold back. “Please, need to come.”
He holds my chin close, and our eyes are an inch away. “No!” he says, circling my clit.
“Need. Need to come.”
Grabbing the back of my head with his other hand, he fucks my mouth with his tongue. It’s too much, and it is torture.
He pulls back and looks into my eyes. “Come, baby!”
Suddenly, I let go, and I come explosively.
“Oh, God!” I say as I shatter on his cock.
