Until we didn’t.
I wasn’t going there now, though. No, instead I did as he commanded and spread my legs apart, showing him the pussy, he would soon be buried inside of, and exactly how wet it was.
Though his expression remained mostly unchanged, the bobbing of his throat and pre-cum on the tip of his dick brought me great satisfaction and comfort. We were in this surreal moment together.
“You were so worth the wait, amore mio,” he implored with heated vehemence. “I want to suck, lick, and kiss every inch of your incredible body. I want those lips wrapped around my dick until your throat is raw and you’re choking on my come. I want your pussy on my face so I can fuck you with my tongue.” He began to move forward, his eyes never leaving mine.
I watched him with slightly parted lips, so turned on I thought I would come at any second from his words alone. He wrapped his hands around my ankles and pulled me down the bed until I was flat on my back. I released a soft gasp, recovering just in time to watch him place his body above mine.
“That’s all going to wait because right now I need to be inside you.” He bent my legs towards my chest and hooked them over his muscular forearms, keeping me spread wide.
The head of his cock brushed against my lips, mixing pre-come with my arousal. “Are you ready for me, principessa?”
Before I could respond a sharp cry was torn from my throat as he buried his cock inside me with one solid thrust. I was so wet his rough intrusion left me with a delicious burn and the satisfying sensation of being stretched by his big dick.
A curse left him as he withdrew and repeated the motion. Without giving me a grace period, he hitched my legs higher and began to fuck me in earnest. I came within seconds, pure bliss enveloping every nerve.
“Judas,” I cried out with a discordant moan.
“There you go, let it happen. Remember who this belongs to,” he praised, slamming his mouth over mine. My pussy contracted around him as he fucked me through my orgasm.
Pleasure unfurled within my core. I held onto his shoulders, running my hands up and down his back, reveling in the feel of him pounding into me.
“Say it,” he demanded, his voice controlled and solid as steel.
Whatever he’d asked me before this was drawing nothing but empty air. My brain couldn’t comprehend what he wanted while his dick drove in and out of my pussy.
“Good,” I managed to moan.
It was an understatement. He felt amazing, better than that. There was no comparing him to anything or anyone.
“Apparently not good enough if you can still talk like that,” he replied with an undercurrent of a growl.
My legs were roughly pulled up onto his shoulders. This new position allowed him to go even deeper. A hand wrapped around my throat to keep me pinned in place as he bottomed out.
I cried out, screaming from the overwhelming fullness and pleasure morphing from the pain.
He successfully stole my ability to speak by how savagely he fucked me. Tears pricked my eyes, as pleasure and torment warred within. I dug my nails into the wrist keeping me held down. I could feel another climax building at a dizzying speed. The pillowtop began to slide from the mattress as he thrust in and out of me.
His small grunts of pleasure were music to my ears. My core muscles tightened until I couldn’t help but let go. The second release hit me harder than the first. I screamed something unintelligible, barely registering him lowering my legs to the bed or my nails dragging across his skin.
I couldn’t believe he’d gotten me off twice by fucking me. I never came without my clit being lavished with attention.
Unless it was him.
He’d done it years ago and he was even better at it now. He pulled out and tapped my left thigh, issuing a command in a gravelly tone. “Get on your hands and knees.”
I rolled onto my stomach and placed my hands flat on the bed. Judas nudged my legs apart and he lifted me back onto his lap. His cock slid through my slit, slick with my come and juices. Grabbing me by the throat once again, he lined himself up and eased back inside me. I moaned, feeling my inner muscles contract around his length.
“Ride me, principessa.”
I almost said I couldn’t. I was not used to this level of fucking. But then my mind took a darker turn and I wondered how many women had been able to keep up with him. I’d done it like a pro, once upon a time.
One night wasn’t going to magically build me back up to that, but I was going to get myself off one more time by trying.