He growled in pleasure. “I’m good, sweet pea. You’re the only one I’ve been with since I last tested. I can’t wait to feel you.”
His hand went behind her knee to lift her leg over his shoulder. He was more than ready to bury himself between her thighs. Taking hold of his cock, he placed it at her wet slit and slipped it in. Being inside was like being burned alive with the sweetest heat. He stayed still, loving how her warm walls clutched his throbbing hardness. Then he pulled out and thrust in hard and deep, her moans music to his ears.
“You want it hard?” he panted.
“Hard and fast.” She scratched his shoulders with her nails.
“That’s my woman.” Diablo pulled out and shoved back in, pummeling her tightness over and over. The sound of her wetness mixed with the slapping of his balls with every deep thrust filled the room. “It feels so fuckin’ good. I love watching you as I fuck you,” he growled. He fucked her fast, hard, and deep. He felt like he was about to burst wide open, and he’d never felt that way before. It was the strangest sensation.
He could tell she was ready to come: tight, swollen, gripping down on his cock. He kept pumping her up and down, wanting her pussy squeezing his hardness as he exploded in her. Then he shot into her still-pulsating wetness, and she cried out as her spasms clamped tightly around his thrusting dick. As they came together, panting, moaning, grunting, and sweating, it felt as if something special inside her made its way through his dick into him. It overwhelmed him, and he didn’t know what to make of it. He’d never experienced something like that before.
For several minutes, he lay on top of her, his face buried in her neck, her fingers running over his shoulder like brushstrokes on a canvas. It was the most intense orgasm he’d ever had. He finally rolled over and tucked her against him. She curled her arm around his waist.
Her voice broke through the silence. “I’ve never been in love before, but it must feel like the way I’m feeling.” She pushed her head back and looked up at him.
“I’ve only felt something for a woman once, but what I feel for you doesn’t even fuckin’ compare to that. This is what love feels like, sweet pea.” He leaned down and kissed her.
“It’s awesome and scary at the same time.”
“Loving someone is always a risk, but it’s worth taking. Nothing’s perfect in life, but now that I met you, I’m willing to take all the risks in the whole fuckin’ world for a shot at us.”
“Me too.” She pulled his hand to her lips, kissed it, and tucked it under her chin.
Warmth spread through him. He knew that no matter what, he’d never stop desiring her or loving her. Life had been tough for both of them thus far in their journey, but through their suffering, they’d found each other. They stirred the deepest desires in each other. And at the same time, they’d become each other’s comfort from the storm of life.
