Her eyes flutter.
And I lose it.
“Look at me,” I command.
She does.
Unblinking.
Adoring.
I stroke myself as precum now drips onto her tongue and swallows it quickly as if she was clearing her plate make space for seconds. I push into her mouth immediately engulfed by heat.
“Take me, Baby.”
Forever wanting to please me—she looks up at me and takes my member complete down her throat until my testicles are resting on her chin.
“FUCK,” I yammer as she has her way with me orally.
Tears well up in her eyes and spill as I wrap my hand around her throat and start to fuck her pretty tear-stained face. I know I’m giving her every inch as saliva runs out the sides of her mouth.
“You taking me so good Z Baby. Keep going for Daddy.”
The praise illicit a moan from her even with a mouth full of dick. Being out on her knees has her body is dire want. I see her grab her shaft and start stroking while her mouth strokes me. I decide now is not the time to be controlled and measured.
I now have both hands around her throat and I’m pumping into her mouth with reckless abandon. My hand tightens in her hair, not to hurt—to guide. To anchor. She takes me deeper, slower, like she’s savoring me.
“Good girl,” my groan muffled and hoarse.
Her hands slide up my thighs, gripping, grounding herself as she gives herself over to the moment. Over to me.
I fight the urge to finish right there. Tonight isn’t about quick release. It’s about claiming her in every way, in every space. It’s about sealing what we declared publicly with something raw and private.
Not ready to release yet, I pull her up. I capture her mouth in a kiss so smoldering that I feel my release tipping closer. I step back—eyeing her nude body from head to toe as her chest rises and falls rapidly. She moans in protest at our disconnection.
I lift her effortlessly and carry her toward the bedroom.
I place her back on her feet and turn her to face the wall. She’s my favorite masterpiece. Every dip and curve of her canvas is committed to my memory.
“We’re not done,” I tell her as I tilt her head back.
“We better not be,” she breathes.
She’s my fantasy actualized. Bare. Heels still on. Diamonds I bought still shimmering. Hair wild. And most importantly—Mine.
“I’m insatiable when it comes to you,” I admit quietly.
Her voice is softer now. Deeper. “Then don’t be satisfied.”
That’s all I need to hear. I grab the lube off the dresser. I push her forward, putting the perfect arch in her back as I let the warming jelly run slowly down until it’s right where I need itto be. She’s squirming. Hot. Ready. I stroke myself to make sure I’m fully lubricate for her pleasure and mine.
Letting the night truly begin when I push into her slow and steady. Her puckered hole always opens nice and wide for me.
“Mmmmmm, Daddy.”
“Open up for me, Baby. Take me deep like only my perfect girl can,” I praise as I start pumping in and pulling out to the tip. At some point, the pace shifts. Normally it’s intimate. Soft. Careful.
Tonight I need to take her wild. I need her to feel the fire she ignites in me. I’m not making love to Zaria to night—I’m fucking her up against the wall as I stake my claim.
