I fuck her like I found my home, and it’s my duty to fill her. Drive inside her to shape her pussy to my cock.
I was her first, and the beast roars with the need to claim, own, possess, so I’ll remain the only one.
“It feels so good,” she murmurs, biting her lip as I rock into her, my palms touching every inch of skin I can, not getting enough of her.
From the inside out, she’s a high I chase, an addiction I can’t overcome.
The headboard thumps against the wall just like my heart inside my chest.
Time disappears, the world outside slips away, and reality is long forgotten as we chase bliss.
She constricts around me, almost triggering my release. I shut my eyes for a moment, fighting the pleasure. It’s a losing game, one I stand no chance of winning.
It takes every bit of strength to keep from erupting. I focus on this fascinating woman under me, giving me more pleasure than I believed possible. Making her come becomes my sole priority. My entire focus switches to pleasuring her. Again, and again, and fucking again till the end of time.
Her mouth falls open in a sensualO, her eyes glaze over as her face contorts into a painting of surrender.
She floods me with her release while I try to prolong the inevitable.
“You come so beautifully for me,” I praise as I thrust one more time inside her, following her straight into rapture.
I shoot inside her, coating her pussy with my seed.
Lowering my face, my forehead meets hers as we catch our breath, connected on more than a physical level.
I had no idea what hunger was until her—a visceral ache hollowing out my gut, making me insatiable. I had no idea what bliss was until her—the first streak of light after a storm.
Peacefulness washes over me, cleansing everything in its path, rebirthing me as a new man.
Rivulets of cum leak out of her the moment I pull out, and she hisses.
“You did so well. I’m so proud of you,” I say, kissing her, not getting enough of her.
Some red blotches our release, painting a carnal picture that only inflates my possessiveness.
Her lids grow heavy, as if she doesn’t believe this has happened. I know with every sinful fiber of my being that I won’t forget this moment. It’s embedded at the forefront of my mind, stitched into my fabric.
I brush my nose against her cheek, peppering her jaw with kisses. “Are you still with me?”
“Barely,” she murmurs.
Fucking hell, she’s too sweet, too good for me. Too late for that. Any second guesses vanished once she offered herself to me on a silver platter.
Sadly for her, I made up my mind. This won’t be a quick fuck, a meaningless one-night stand. She’s mine. I’ll consider the implications later.
For now, I give in to the contentment settling over me, easing the constant weight of responsibility from my shoulders.
I can’t keep my mouth off her, so I indulge in another taste, forsaking breathing just to keep kissing her.
She locks her arms around my neck, and I gather her in my arms, carrying her to my en suite bathroom.
“I’d never leave this place,” she says, taking in the ample space. The glass shower can fit four people, the impressive tub, and the double sink. All marble.
That will be arranged.
Gently placing her on her feet, I open the cabinet, pull out bath gel, and squirt some in the tub. As the water fills, foam bubbles pop on the surface.
When I turn, she gestures at my half-mast cock, blinking. “I can’t believe I took that monster. Maybe I should check to see if there’s any permanent damage.”
