My palms are on his hips, and I bob my head forward
, sucking and pulling him as deep as I can. He’s so big. Still, it’s enough.
He moans and fists the back of my hair, and I see his muscles flexing as he fights his instincts, his automatic urge to thrust into me, to fuck my mouth. Seeing him lose control this way electrifies my insides, and my pussy grows slippery.
Using my nails, I lightly scratch his inner thighs up to his sack. His muscles jump, and I lean forward to pull him as far back into my throat as possible.
“Fuck, yeah,” he hisses, giving me a slight rock.
He repeats the words like a chant, and as his body tenses, I know he’s getting close to the edge. Reaching up, I grasp his shaft and work him, milking his cock as I focus my suction on the tip. Faster I work him, and his moans grow louder until he catches me under the arms and jerks me to my feet.
“Get up.” A distinct pop fills the quiet room and he carries me to the bed, roughly pulling me to him. “I’m not coming in your mouth.”
I’m captured in his arms, caged by his possessive strength. The animal lust in his eyes shakes me to the core. He talked about making a memory.
I’ll never forget this as long as I live.
Part Four
Conclusion
“Sunsets are proof that endings can be beautiful…”
Mark
My cock is painfully hard, but I hold back. I won’t let it end that fast.
Being with Lara is more than I dreamed. She takes my breath. She steals my resolve. She blows my mind.
Earlier when I took her, I wanted to imprint myself on her memory. I wanted to be with her wherever she goes, haunting her the way she has always haunted me.
I should have known with motives like that I would lose control.
In the past, I’d imagined our reunion would be gentle, loving, but instead possessive need drove me to bed her like an animal. The way she responded only fueled my fire. She bucked her ass against me, driving my cock deeper into her tight pussy. Instead of fighting my urges, I closed my eyes and gave in to them.
Rather than branding her with my memory, she has turned the tables.
She owns me.
She always has.
But it’s happening too fast.
This time is passing too quickly.
It’s slipping through my fingers like water, and the harder I try to hold onto it, to hold onto her, the faster it disappears. I want to talk to her more. I want to know where she’s going. I want to know what is driving her, what’s in her mind. I still want to love her easy, all night, slow and gentle.
I thought we would do it now, but when she dropped to her knees, I couldn’t hold back. Living in this wilderness has made me coarse and primitive. I fuck hard and fast, and when she looked up at me just now, blue eyes round and submissive, I had to fight every instinct in my body to shoot down her elegant throat.
Now she’s standing in front of me waiting, looking like every man’s wet dream in only a black lace bra, thong, and heels. I’ve seen her wearing much less, but somehow she’s still the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I step back and pull my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor. My slacks are down, and I kick them aside.
“Come here.” My voice is rough sandpaper. My body is trembling need, but I wrap her in my arms. I hold her to my chest.
She reaches down, feathering her fingertips along my turgid shaft, and I feel my orgasm slipping from the tip.
“Stop,” I grip her wrist hard in my hand. I’m a fucking teenage virgin, right on the blistering edge, tormenting both of us. “I want to hold you, make love to you. I want it to last.”