“It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you.”
Zola sighed. “You’re just so…so…” Her hands reached out and ran along my naked torso, over my defined abs, and a worried look appeared over her features. “So perfect…and I’m…well, I’m a mom with stretch marks, unwanted pounds, and flabby skin. I’m sorry.” Her hands wrapped around her waist.
I placed my hands on hers and kissed her lips. “Please don’t be sorry. But you have nothing to worry about. You’re gorgeous.”
“Thank you. But you haven’t seen me naked yet. And…”
I kissed her again, cutting her words off. “No more talk about yourself like that. Every scar, every stretch mark, every wrinkle- it’s all a symbol of what we’ve been through in life, whatyou’vebeen through. None of it would scare me away.”
Her eyes searched mine, filling with tears. “How did I get so lucky to find you?”
“I’ve been asking myself the same thing. Now it’s time to worship you like the damn queen you are, baby. Get naked and lie down on the bed.” I commanded.
Zola gasped and I loved the sound, my dick even harder.
She slipped off her bra and panties and shimmed onto the bed, lying down flat on her back.
I kissed away her insecurities, her worries, her fears and instead showed her just how beautiful she was. Every stretch mark, bringing life into this world, every soft dimple of flesh, every darkening spot on her skin. All of it did the most amazing thing. The gift of childbirth.
And I couldn’t wait to fill her up with mine.
I pushed her legs open wider, spreading her out like the fine feast she was.
I kneeled down in front of her, ready to worship her, devour her like the sweet treat she was.
“Touch yourself for me, sweet girl,” I growled, my hand sliding under my boxer briefs and stroking the shaft of my hard cock.
Zola held onto my gaze as she stuck one finger in her mouth and sucked on it before popping it out and sliding it down her body and onto her waiting clit.
She cried out, and I nearly came on the spot.
“Fuck, you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.” I said as I stroked my dick harder.
I couldn’t hold myself back any longer.
I wanted her. All of her.Now.
Without warning, I grabbed onto her hips and brought her dripping, wet pussy over to my ready and waiting cock. Then I slid so deep inside of her, both of us cried out in pleasure.
In and out, in and out, I slid, slowly at first, then increasing speed, again and again. I wanted to take my time, to really savor and explore her body, but I needed her so badly I couldn’t wait any longer. And now that I had her, I wasn’t ever going to let go.
“Oh, my God!” Zola cried out as her head thrashed from side to side, her fingers clutching the sheets. I leaned over her, lowering myself on top of her so I could kiss her while still sliding in and out deeply.
I lifted one of her legs and pumped harder, faster, moving into different angles, as I destroyed her pussy and claimed it as mine, all fucking mine.
“You feel so fucking good, Zola. So fucking good.”
“Mm,” she cried. Her body tensed, her pussy sucking my dick hard, so wet and tight. “I’m going to come soon.”
“I know, baby, let it out.” I said and within a few seconds, Zola burst open, her orgasm ripping through her as she came over and over.
Her pussy pulsated on my dick, sucking and squeezing it in just the right way, so that I came hard a few seconds later, pouring myself into her, as our naked bodies clung to one another.
“Wow.” Zola panted.
I laughed. “I agree. Wow.”
“I think I could get addicted to that.”
