“This is the first and the last time I’ll ever enter you after a long break, Andrea,” I tell her, lifting myself to look her in the eye. “From now on, I won’t be away from you for more than a week. So, let me go slow and marvel at how fucking good your tight little cunt feels around my cock.”
Her hips buck at my crudeness, overwhelmed by my possessive devotion. That makes a full inch sink into her, and she’s so snug and warm around me that I groan at the sensation. “Sorry,” she moans. “It wasn’t on purpose, I swear.”
With my free hand, I grasp her hip to keep her still and resume my torturously slow descent into her. We maintain eye contact the whole time, and I revel in it.
She’s fucking mine—for now and for the rest of time.
Once I’m halfway into her, I begin to set a slow, languid pace, pulling out leisurely and sinking back in, barely more each time. And she takesit, no matter how much more she wants or how frustrated it makes her. She takes my cock a quarter inch at a time because she’s my good girl, my docile Andrea, and she knows I’ll reward her efforts.
When, after what feels like several minutes, I finally reach the end of her, we both moan. Best fucking pussy I’ve ever had. But even though it feels like she was made for my cock, some of it is left out. So I look down and pull out almost to the tip before thrusting in. Again, she’s filled to the brim before all of me is gone, my tip reaching the end of her.
“Don’t you remember how to take me, Andrea?” I rasp in her ear. She whimpers, trying to adjust herself under me. “Arch your hips.”
“Iamarching! You just—You got bigger.”
I chuckle at her frustration. Slowly, I back away and then sink inside her again, giving an extra punch at the end. “You’re doing so good… We’re almost there, see?” I tell her with pride.
It takes three more tries and my arm behind her hips to angle her better, but the base of my cock meets the damp curls of her pussy. “There,” I praise. “Doesn’t that feel better?”
She nods, wriggling to feel me everywhere inside her. Encouraged by her approval, I start a slow, languid momentum. Her soft body is trapped below mine, her nipples grazing my chest, her thick thighs framing my hips, and her flushed face offers me the prettiest spectacle I’ve ever seen. She’s so utterly feminine that it drives me insane, with her pouty lips, small nose, and wide eyes. And those freckles… God, those fucking freckles.
Despite my best effort to remain slow, my pace picks up. Under me, her sighs of pleasure turn into moans, then into small cries when I adjust myself to slam on her overused clit with every shove.
“Don’t come yet,” I order at her first involuntary contraction around me. I don’t mean it, but the higher she climbs, the greater it’ll be when she tilts. “Wait for me, Andrea.”
She lets out a strangled complaint, her hands sliding to my ass to pull me into her harder. I keep doing exactly what I was doing, knowing this is what she needs to topple over.
“You feel so good. You’re gripping me like a fist. I’ve never had a woman like you. One with a pussy so fucking tight.” I lick an imaginary line up her throat and give her a taste of her salty skin, shoving my tongue in her mouth. Then, when I pull away, I demand, “Tell me, Andrea. Tell me how much you missed having my fat cock in your pretty cunt?”
Like a magic formula, it triggers her orgasm. She comes apart with a cry in the crook of my neck, her fingers digging into my ass to keep me there as her body jolts and shakes. The way she clamps around mebrings me dangerously close to an abrupt ending, but I grit my teeth and ride through her orgasm, trying to think of anything other than her.
When the last of her tremors have passed, her head falls back with a trembling sigh, her whole body going limp. Still deeply shoved into her, I kiss every inch of her I can access.
“My stubborn little dork,” I murmur. “What am I going to do with you? I told you not to come.”
“I couldn’t help it,” she protests.
“Well, we’ll have to start over, then.”
Staying planted into her, I push myself up until I’m leaning back on my heels. I look up and down her sprawled body, wondering yet again what I did to deserve such a perfect woman. Then I grab one of her legs, kiss the inside of her calf before resting it on my shoulder, and do the same on the other side.
My hands then frame her hips, and I lift her until her back is off the bed. As if she knows what’s coming, she braces herself with a hand pushing against the headboard while the other fists the sheets.
Her small tits shake as a soft cry parts her lips when I first punch into her. I adjust myself to fill her better, pulling her onto my cock with every thrust, my pace merciless. I savored her earlier, so I’d say I’ve earned the right to devour now. What started as slow and tender has turned into something fast and rough, with carnal sounds of slapping flesh, screams, and whimpers echoing in the room.
With the way she greedily pushes back onto the headboard to get more every time, I can barely believe this is the same woman who couldn’t fit me inside her earlier. And every time I look down, every time I see my shiny cock drilling in and out of her, I wonder how the fuck did I find such a perfect fit for me.
We’re compatible on every single level, mentally and physically, and this serves as a reminder that out of billions of women, there can only ever be her.
Andrea fucking Walker.
I feel her pussy start to throb again, her erratic breathing itching up between her screams, and I hasten my momentum.
“Oh, fuck! Lex, I—” Her hand lets go of the sheet to grab my wrist instead as if she needs the contact. “I love you! Oh God, I lo—”
I can barely feel the tightening of her pussy around me as a jolt of pure, searing pleasure shoots from my lower spine to my balls. Pleasure erupts out of me with violence, my hands tightening on her hips so hard it might bruise. But I can’t control a single muscle in my body as cum shoots out of my cock, filling her spasming cunt with what feels like months of unsatisfied needs.
I’m not sure how it happens—if I leaned in or if she pulled me in—but I end up plastered onto her with my arms wrapped around her slender middle, still kneeling, still keeping her onto me with her back off the mattress. She holds me together in one piece as I moan her name over and over while I release inside her. And it’s good that she does because I might have imploded all over the room without it.
