Every day, little by little, or bit by bit, I’d be fallingdeeper in love with this man.
He ended it by running the tip of his tongue along my lowerlip then asking, “How’s that?”
It was the best first kiss I ever had.
Except the pussy one.
“I liked that too.”
He smiled at me and stroked my cheekbone with the flat ofthe nail on his forefinger.
And there was a little bit more.
I had both arms forward, hands pressing into theheadboard, noises forced out of my mouth through my ongoing orgasm with eachthrust I took.
Mo was on his knees behind me.
His thighs were so long, he had to fuck me with his legswide, holding me up and spreading me open so I could take him.
This meant I was suspended from mostly nothing but hisdriving dick as he fucked me from behind.
I was coming down, how I didn’t know, because each stroke Itook blasted against my clit.
But Mo felt it, didn’t like it, and I knew that when hereached around and pinched that sensitive bundle of nerves.
I cried out, whimpered, and came hard again.
“Fuck yeah, Lottie,” he growled, those strong hips of hispistoninginto me.
Suddenly, he did a dip and roll, and my eyes went back in myhead as my body went into spasm.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” he grunted, put me down, coming down withme, covering me, and fucking me to his finish with my belly to the bed.
Man, I loved listening to him come.
Though I preferred watching it.
But considering there was a good possibility he’d fucked aLottie-sized dent in the bed, I’d take this one as it came.
After he was done, he commenced a slow roll, stroking gentlyinside as I felt his lips move from the tip of my shoulder, up, then he buriedhis face in my neck.
“Sweet pussy,” he murmured there, sliding his cock in andstaying in.“Sweet little body.Sweet hair.Sweet sex noises.Sweet smell.Seriously sweet fuck.My sweet Lottie.”
“Don’t say things like that when I can’t kiss you,” Imumbled into the pillow.
I felt his smile then I felt his tongue exploring the areabehind my ear.
“Don’t do things like that when I need to pass out aftercoming fifteen times,” I ordered, but did it still mumbling into the pillow.
He nipped the back of my ear, the big lug, and through thetremble that caused, asked in it, “Fifteen?”
“I don’t know.You’ve got a mammoth cock.And you’re apowerhouse.And you fuck like a tank.I lose track of time when you’re fuckingme.And place.I don’t know if we’re still in my bedroom.I’m not even surewhat year it is.”
I felt that feeling I knew I’d come to love, his gentlelaughter, before he slid out, lifted up, rolled me under him, then carefullycovered me again with his bulk, taking weight onto a forearm, using his freehand to caress my hip.
I had to tip my chin up to catch his contented, handsomeface, but with what I got, I didn’t mind the effort.
“We’re still in your bedroom,” he informed me.
