He growls again as his fingers deftly lower the zipper down my back.
I only need to shimmy a bit for the formfitting, silky, lavender material to fall to the floor around my bare feet.
Hendrix’s hands land firmly on my shoulders.His lips come to my neck.“Fuck, you’re sexy.”He bites the flesh behind my ear just hard enough to make me moan from the possessiveness and slight pain.
I tip my head back against his chest as he slides his hands around to cup my breasts.
“You want me to fuck you on the stairs, baby?”
“Yes…”
He spins me around, lifts me off my feet, and sets my ass on one of the hardwood steps.“Spread your legs.Let me look at you.”
I plant my feet wide, two steps down from my butt, and lean back on my elbows.The position might be awkward, but it’s kinky as fuck, making me feel sexy.
Hendrix wastes no time removing his shirt before tackling the rest of his clothes.His intense gaze is on me the entire time.
My chest rises and falls rapidly as I watch him, and my breath hitches when he releases his cock.It’s thick and long and harder than any I’ve ever seen.Wetness floods my pussy at the sight of him.
Hendrix surprises me when he grabs under my arms and hauls me up four more stairs.He drops his clothes on the bottom step, kneels between my legs, and hooks his arms under my thighs.
I cry out the moment his mouth touches my pussy.Holy shit.I wasn’t expecting him to eat me.I was expecting his cock.Throwing my head back, I moan long and deep as he works me with his apparently magic tongue.
Fuck… “I’m gonna come,” I shout.My body stiffens.I can’t believe how fast he’s brought me to climax, but I suppose the entire evening was foreplay.He drags his wicked tongue over my swollen clit over and over.
Thank goodness we’re the only people in the house, because I can’t hold back the scream that echoes in the foyer as I orgasm violently.
Hendrix continues to grip my open thighs, keeping me still as he switches to thrusting his tongue into me.The sensation is different, but my arousal doesn’t wane.Before my first orgasm is over, another builds on its heels.
My arms are shaking, and I’m rethinking my bright idea of fucking on the stairs, but we’re definitely not moving now.
I’m seconds from another climax when Hendrix pulls back.
“No… Oh, God…” I whimper.
He holds my gaze as he grabs his pants from the steps.A moment later, he triumphantly lifts up a condom before tearing into it with his teeth and rolling it on.
Hendrix plants his hands on either side of my head and lines his cock up with my pussy.Finally.“You sure about this, Kels?There’s no going back.”
I don’t even know what he means by that statement, but I nod.I’ve never been more sure of anything.“Yes, Sir.Please, Hendrix.Fuck me.”
I cry out yet again when he thrusts all the way in to the hilt.It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, and he’s so big that it feels like he just took my virginity.The only difference is I get all of the tightness without any of the pain.
With a deep grunt, he pulls almost out and thrusts back into me again.His mouth crashes over mine.He sucks and nips at my lips as if he’s starving and I’m his last meal.
I’m not complaining.It’s hot as fuck.He’s so powerful even when he fucks.I feel every ounce of his dominance in the way he takes me.In an instant, I know I’m ruined for all other men.
If I live another hundred years, no one will ever make me feel the way I do right now.No one will ever look at me through the same possessive gaze.No one will ever thrust in and out of me as if they’re claiming me and our lives depend on this.
The release he denied me moments ago is right there.He knew that.He did it on purpose so I would come around his cock.And I do.I can’t stop it from rumbling deep inside me and bursting free.My vision swims as I come this time, my channel milking his cock so hard that he groans, his own orgasm following right behind mine.
His forehead leans against mine as we try to catch our breath.A few seconds later, without a word, he pulls out of me and stands, scooping me into his arms in the process.
It’s inhuman how fast he carries me up the stairs and into his bedroom.The man is a brick wall.He’s not even winded.Well, he’s winded from fucking me by the front door but not from the additional effort of cradling me in his arms.
Holding me with one hand, he yanks the covers down.He finally deposits me slowly on the sheet with near-comical gentleness, considering what we just did.I’m going to have bruises on my elbows and probably a few places on my back.I can’t feel any pain now, but it will be there tomorrow.
I’ll wear these battle wounds with a smile, remembering how we fucked on the steps when I look at my backside in the mirror.
