I coat the latex in her arousal and line the engorged head of my cock up at her entrance and push forward, watching it disappear inside of her. Her pussy stretches beautifully to accommodate my size each time I pull out and slide back in.
I groan. “This pussy was fucking made for me.” Kneading the globes of her ass, I bury myself to the hilt. “Who do you belong to?”
She turns her head to the side, face flushed and hair artfully disheveled. “No one.”
I lay a stinging slap against her ass as punishment for her defiance. “Try again.”
She smirks. “Me.”
A matching slap hits the other cheek, and she squeals.
“You’ll obey me when I’m inside of you, or you won’t like what happens next. Who do you belong to?”
“You. I’m yours,” she says defiantly.
“That’s right. Don’t you fucking forget it.” I pull out all the way and thrust forward, repeating the pattern several times. I get a smug sense of satisfaction when she groans out her frustrations.
“Beg me to fuck you.”
Shallow breaths precede her frantic voice. “Please fuck me. Please. I need it. I need it so fucking bad.”
I surge forward, sinking into her over and over. Her sexy moans and my deep grunts of satisfaction combined with the slapping of wet flesh create an erotic soundtrack I wish I could memorize forever. I grip her right hand, twisting it behind her back, then I press my opposite palm against the side of her head and hold her down against the mattress, pounding into her at a bruising pace.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she chants. “Oh, my god.”
Her orgasm hits like a lightning strike, and she shudders violently beneath me, pussy pulsing around my cock as her eyes glaze over in pure bliss. It’s not long before I follow her over the edge, emptying myself into the condom. I pull out and lift her until her back is to my chest, overwhelmed by the need to hold and soothe her.
My lips press to her sweat-soaked temple, and that’s when I notice the faint mascara tracks down her cheeks.
“Was it too much?” I murmur against her forehead.
She shakes her head almost imperceptibly, still catching her breath.
I grip her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Promise?”
She brings her lips to mine, letting out a quiet exhale. “I’m perfect.Youwere perfect.”
I gently pull out and lay her down on her side. “Don’t move.”
Her eyes are closed, but she has a lazy smile on her face. “Okay.”
I run her a hot bath with bubbles and essential oils and set two large towels in the warmer. When I return to the bedroom, she’s expressing her milk with the manual pump, the pronounced blue and red veins visible beneath her taut, creamy skin. She’s engorged, and I haven’t had a taste yet.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she says.
“If you needed relief, you could’ve asked.”
“This is liquid gold, Griffin. I’m not wasting it on you.”
“One taste.”
“No.”
“Please, baby girl. Don’t make me beg.”
She bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes roaming over me as I stand stark naked at the foot of the bed. My cock has deflated, but it’s large even in its current state.
“You’re objectifying me with your eyes,” I tease her.
