With each moan, I get closer and closer. “There she is, your pussy squeezing the fuck out of my fingers. You want to come, don’t you?”
“Please,” I beg him. I know with him, I don’t have to beg when he’s in a giving mood.
He presses a button and the vibration intensity increases, I yelp, gripping the sheets.
“Come on my fingers, because the next two times you come, will be on my cock.” He picks up the pace of his fingers. Without hesitation or fight, a thousand sparks ignite in my body, like a jolt of pleasure. He takes the vibrator off, tossing it on the floor, as he slows his fingers letting me ride out the pleasure that was released.
“So. Beautiful,” he says peppering kisses on my ass, and my skin prickles again. This man is a wonder to me.
In a haze, I look back at him, “You promised me two more and your cock.”
“Greedy.” He flips me over, but not before he snaps my bra off, my tits being set free. My nipples are in full hardness.
He finally strips off his shirt. A full view of a warrior, a powerful, sculpted man. And he’s all mine.
Mine to touch.
Mine to kiss.
Mine always.
He reaches down to his pants, pulling out something in his back pocket. A tin foil packet. He starts to rip it.
“No.” I say.
He pauses, tilting his head. His hard, erected cock bobbing. “No?”
“I don’t want anything. I’m clean, you’re clean. Birth control, the whole nine yards,” I start to growl, the wanton woman in me shows her claws, “I swear, if you’re not in me in two seconds.” I don’t finish the sentence before he spreads my legs with his, lining up his cock at my entrance, and swiftly with one long, stretching thrust shuts me up.
“I don’t need two seconds,” he starts to pull out before thrusting back in, making me arch. He continues the pace, capturing my eyes. It’s not as power hungry or rough, but the passion in his stare and the gentleness is another direction I wasn’t expecting. He takes my lips gently, softly, deftly.
“Keola,” I say.
“Yes angel.”
I bit my lip, anxious because with a clearer mind and a building orgasm, I’m ready. “I’m yours.”
His eyes widen and a smile spreads across his face. “Say it again.”
I giggle shortly, “I’m yours.”
“Yes you are. Always. No one else.” He picks up the pace.
“Fuck.” my arms wrap around his neck, bringing him closer. My orgasm starts building and he knows that as his thrusts become faster, his own moans and grunts send me over the edge and before long that second orgasm comes like a train. My nails are digging into his shoulders. “This pussy is gonna milk me isn’t it?” he says, with a small sinister snicker, before he throws one of my legs across the other side of my body. The feeling is new, with it he’s stretching me, hitting me deep inside. He starts to slowly fuck me in this angle and I thrash my head, I haven’t fully come down from my high. He’s trying to build it back up, wanting some kind of explosion.
“Fuck, Keola.” I gasp.
“That’s it angel, say it.” His hands dig into my skin. My hands grasp his arms. If dying of orgasms is a way to go, then sign me up.
Every emotion roams through me like nothing I’ve ever felt. Maybe I’m falling for him. Maybe I want to love him and his love in return. I want nothing but him at this moment, only one in my life, showing who is worthy to fight for. He wasn’t looking for me, but maybe I was wishing for him. “You’re mine.”
He freezes. The words slip out as if it’s natural. He slows his place, my skin on fire, my pussy dripping like a mess. “What?”
Keola Eli Johnson is mine.
I reach up and kiss his lips before pulling back with a bashful smile. “You’re mine. I’m not letting go.”
“Woman,” he pants, “that’s all I ever wanted was for you to be able to say that naturally. Like you meant it, like you accepted it.”
