She’s beautiful. And she’s mine.
The thoughts are confusing, though not unwelcome. I banish them to the back of my mind, my sentient self hanging on by a thread as I try not to give in to my body’s demands as her pussy pulses around me.
Her breathing is still laboured as I slip my hand under her arse and flip us. Her head lands on the pillow, the golden strands of her hair covering her face like a veil as I straddle her thighs.
‘Where have you been hiding, honey bee?’
I smooth the strands of her hair. Kiss her head. And watch the surprise on her face as I peel the latex covering from my cock.
‘You’re not going to—’
‘Oh, I am. Open your mouth, honey bee.’
Her expression morphs, just as I’d expected. But what I don’t expect is her sly smile. And I certainly don’t expect her to prop herself up on the pillows and place her hand over mine. But what completely blows my mind is, as she brings my head to her mouth, she lays her wet, pink tongue flat on her bottom lip.
An invitation for me to come where I like.
Everything blurs around the edges, white heat shooting through my limbs as I slowly jack myself—into oblivion, it seems. One hand cradles her head, the other on my cock, and I lash her lips and her tongue with white-hot streams of my cum.
I feel like I’ve run a marathon as my hands fall to the bed by her shoulders, caging her in. My mind empty. I’m done. All that’s left is lust, blood, bone, and cartilage. Until she stretches out beneath me, sighing her contentment.
Her small but sated smile is a sign of a job well done. There’s a fleck of my cum on the bow of her lip, and I lick it off as I slide my lips over hers.
I take one last look down at her body. Her soft curves are an invitation to destruction. Only, now I don’t know who’ll be ruined—left in bits.
Me or her?
