“Take off those offending things now,” I ordered, eyeing the black silk separating me from Sabbath’s property. My dick ached behind my jeans as she started pulling them down her thighs, revealing everything I’d been craving since the moment she walked into the club.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I growled as I threw off my shirt so her needy palms could move over my wet chest.
Next thing I knew, Shasta was on her knees, undoing my belt and button until my jeans were on the ground. I wasn’t wearing boxers or briefs, so when she saw my hardened cock bounce out to greet her, she gasped.
“Is that for me?” she asked devilishly. Her cheeky smile brightened her whole face.
Her soft hand fit around my girth, and she sucked me in, hollowing out her cheeks as she slid up and down my shaft.
“God… damn.” I groaned, gripping her black locks to guide her down further with my good hand. “Take it all, baby.”
She did. She sucked me down until I was buried in her throat, and I almost came right there, but I couldn’t… she deserved more than that.
“Let me show you what it’s like to be worshipped,” I whispered, guiding the raven-haired beauty to her feet with a gentle lift of her chin.
Our lips found each other again, nipping and licking at each other’s mouths as one of my hands found the mound of her breast. She moaned against my lips as I played with her nipple, tweaking and pinching it until the cutest little gasps escaped her lips.
Her back hit the mattress with a hard thud, and I ran the tip of my cock over her slit, watching her writhe with anticipation.
“Please,” she begged. “Fill me. I need to feel like someone wants me.”
“Not yet, baby girl. I’m going to taste you first.”
Kissing my way down her body, I led myself to her legs, parting them to give me easier access. The second I saw her slit, I ran my tongue down the crease, then dove in to devour the sweet honey I was prohibited from tasting.
She writhed beneath me, fingers digging into the comforter as she started to scream my name.
“Oh god, Snyder, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
I gently prodded her entrance with two of my fingers, then pushed in, watching in complete awe as this beautiful woman arched into my face, drawing my fingers in deeper.
For ten minutes, she was putty in my hands, moaning and moving beneath me as I brought on orgasm after orgasm with my tongue.
“Oh fuck, I don’t know if I can take another,” she breathed out in frustration, her mind numbed by all the pleasure I had given her.
“One more,” I whispered, climbing up her body until my dick was right near her entrance. “Come on my cock, Shasta. Make it yours.”
Her fingers dug into my shoulder blades the second my cock spread her lips. She hissed as I pushed every damn inch of it inside her. I shoved the burning sensation in my bad arm out of my mind, focusing on pleasing the woman beneath me.
I was going to give her all I had until she came, injured shoulder be damned.
“Oh my god,” she breathed out. “You feel so fucking good.”
Her legs curled around the backs of my thighs as I pumped into her, her nails creating little scratches along my back.
“You may belong to him, Shasta, but your pussy was made for me,” I said the words against her mouth, enjoying how her panting moans vibrated against my lips.
I could feel my own orgasm building, and building, and building.
“You’re going to ruin me,” I whispered as my cock thrusted in and out of her warm pussy.
“I was ruined before you met me.”
Her whispered words broke every thread holding me together. I worked even harder to bring us both to that pivotal point where heads get fuzzy and every cell inside of us explodes like an erupting volcano.
“Come for me, Shasta. Coat my cock with your cream.”
She screamed as my thumb played with her clit, sending her over the edge until she was practically convulsing underneath me. I felt her squeeze me until she was milking every ounce of my cum out from the tip of my cock. I usually was a pull-out kind of guy, but I was so far gone and lost in the moment, I forgot, emptying everything I had inside her.