The triple sensations: how long we’ve teased each other online; his real, shallow, teasing thrusts; his wet, luscious suckle of my nipples—it makes me shatter again with another sudden orgasm. Loch makes them crack like lightning through me with no warning, only pouring wet pleasure.
I think I’m crying while he nuzzles his forehead to mine. I beg his eyes, anchored to my desperate stare. “Loch, please. Don’t make me wa?—”
With both arms braced over me, he thrusts, deep and hard, grunting and giving me all his inches, and I cry out, finally feeling him inside me. His cry matches mine. Like he’shurting and healed. It’s the most feral and fragile thing I’ve ever heard.
“Fuck, Alena.” His lips tremble over mine. “Fuck, Babygirl, I’m fighting not to come. I’ve waited so long for you.” With slow, circling pumps of his hips, he clenches his jaw, resisting the urge, trying to focus on my pleasure. “But fuck, you’re so tight.” He groans. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight and wet for me.”
He tilts his hips, lining up his shaft, making it rub against my clit that won’t stop tingling, needing, sparking, threatening to explode with another orgasm.
What the fuck is he doing to me, and don’t ever stop.
He pumps into my pussy, making it stretch, throb, need; I grab his granite shoulders, begging, “Loch.” I slap them, scratch them, mark them. I roll my eyes, losing it because he’s taking it. Whateveritis, Loch owns it.
I don’t know what sounds I’m making, he’s just.So. Fucking. Good.His big cock. Expert fuck. Perfect lips, hovering over mine.
“Be a good girl, Alena,” he coaxes. “Be my good, fucking, dirty Babygirl and make this tight, wet, pussy squirt all over my dick that’s going to fuck you all night.”
He grabs my thigh, lifting it, angling our bodies so I feel even more of him as he starts hammering my pussy so hard, smacking my clit, hitting that spot inside, determined to make me come until I do. I’m not in control. He is, and I reward him with a scream, with my bucking spasm, my pussy, pulsing and squirting.
“Fuck yes. Feed me, Babygirl.” He pulls out, rushing down my body, burying his face in my gushing sex, slurping it up before fucking me with his tongue.
“Oh my god.” I groan. My soaked thighs won’t stop shaking around his face. My world won’t stop rocking. Lochwon’t stop making me come. My body, racked with pleasure, is so heavy and sated, but… it’s his turn.
I want to rock his world, too.
You can’t find the perfect man for you and not give him everything you’ve got.
“Loch.” I tug his hair. He rises, chin dripping. “Let me ride you,” I manage to speak out.
Lust narrows his gorgeous aqua eyes. “I’m not done with you.”
“But I’m just getting started withyou.” I pant. “Lie down if you want to please me.”
It’s all he needs to hear. He flops beside me, lying on his back. “Alright then, DirtTGirl.” Fisting his thick base, he lifts his hefty shaft, making my mouth water with his taunt. “Put that squirting wet pussy all over this dick and ride it.”
I remember what Vale told me.
Swinging my leg over, shaking, I climb on top of him. He watches, lips parting when I brush his hand aside to fist his shaft. Slowly wedging his swollen tip inside my dripping cunt, I make him groan, his girth halting my pace, but not my mouth.
“I meant it; I’m going to be such a dirty girl for you, Loch.” I gaze down, pinching my nipples for him, swirling over his tip with my dripping pussy, giving him his fantasy. It’s mine too. “I’ll put my mask on and be such a slut for you. You’ll fuck me online. In a club. Anywhere and show them I’m yours. Like this…”
I shift, lifting one knee, keeping the other down, exposing where we’re joined, air rushing my clit and his shaft.
“Oh, fuck yes, Alena.” He grunts, rapt by the sight. “You like spreading your pussy open for me, don’t you?” With his thumb, he rubs my swollen clit, pleasure shooting through my veins. “That’s it. Ride me, Babygirl. Show me how my harddick stretches this tight pussy open so I can come so fucking deep inside it.”
“Yes, Sir.” I shudder, sinking, taking every inch, feeling him everywhere, loving the pressure. The pleasure. The possession. “Make me take you, Loch.”
He presses two fingers to my lips. “Suck them.” I do, moaning, knowing his intent. He takes them out, reaching around my leg that’s down, teasing my ass with his spit-slicked fingers while his other thumb strums my clit. “You want me to fuck you online, Alena? In a club? You want me to show everyone how fucking proud I am because you’re mine?”
My tits bounce. My pussy weeps. My pride surrenders, confessing my fantasies. They’re so real with him. Everything’s real with him. “Yes, Loch. Please make me yours.”
His glare combs my body, his aqua eyes on fire. I swear, they’re reading my soul. “Deep down, you’re a very dirty girl for me, aren’t you, Alena? Only me?”
It’s true. It’s so dirty, I feel pure with him. It’s me. All me. Maybe it was always here. Maybe it’s his creation. Maybe it’s both. I belong to Loch. “Yes, Sir.” My lips tremble. “You made me this way.”
That makes him strum my clit harder, his finger, breaching my ass. I gasp as his hips hammer his cock into my pussy, his pace matching the frenzy in his eyes, his voice growling, “I want you to feel it, live it, believe it; you’re so fucking beautiful and mine, Alena. Say it.”
“Ye… ye… yes, I’m beautiful,” I stammer. “I’m yours.”
