He moved in and out slowly at first, looking between us at the way my juices coated his dick. Then he pushed both my legs back and told me to watch how good he fucked me.
Watch me fuck you, baby.
My moans were getting louder by the second, and so were the sounds of our bodies slapping against each other.
“Psycho!” I protested when I felt my stomach tightening.
“What ma?” He asked as he bit his bottom lip and tilted my face to make me look at him.
My mouth hung open, each stroke making the words catch in my throat. Then, I was finally able to speak.
“I’m about to cum!”
“Cum on your dick, baby.” He gritted.
It was something about the way he had no problem telling me that he was mine that turned me on. So, I did exactly that- I came again. I whined as the feeling shot through my body, and he finally let my legs go. But he still stroked me through it, this time kissing me again, drowning out the sounds of my cries with his mouth.
When he broke the kiss, he instructed me to turn over. I did that. Instead of being up on my knees, I lay flat on my stomach. He put his hands underneath me, massaged my breast, and kissed down my spine. Then he licked and kissed each of my butt cheeks before he spread my ass and started to eat it. He spat, licked it, and teased it with the pad of his thumb.
I grabbed the pillows and buried my head into his sheets. Then he lifted me slightly off the bed so that his hand could slip underneath me and play with my clit.
“Oh my FUCK, Psycho!”
I was shaking again, but before I could orgasm, he lifted me from the bed, stopped everything, and started to fuck me frombehind. I was face down, ass all the way in the air, and he was on one knee with the other planted in the mattress. The only thing I could feel was dick.
He slapped my ass hard and then rubbed the pain away immediately. But I know he left his entire handprint there.
“This shit so fucking good. This is what you came here for, right? You missed your dick?”
He asked as he fucked me until my voice cracked. He repositioned himself to be on both knees and then stuck his finger in my butt.
“This still my pussy?” He asked before calling me by my first name.
“No.” I challenged.
That was the wrong answer because he fucked me deeper than anyone else has ever gone. His finger went faster as well.
My knees buckled, and we fell flat on the bed again, and he continued to fuck me slowly. Every time he pulled out and went back in, our bodies shifted.
“This not my pussy no more?” He asked, grabbing my hands and entangling our fingers.
“No,” I answered as he bit my neck.
“You don’t love me no more, mama?” He asked.
“Nooo, oh shit!” I squeezed his hand.
“Then tell me who I gotta kill…” He groaned.
“Psycho,” my eyes started rolling in the back of my head. My mouth was dry, I was losing my voice, and between us was soaked.
“Hm? So this pussy not mine?” He asked again.
I fear half the problem was that I was turned on by his possessiveness inthismoment, and everything in me wanted to appease it.
“Yes.”
“Tell me it’s mine then.” He demanded speeding up now and making me bite the pillow.
