“Shit!” I roared, punching the tree next to me as my dick grew harder and pulsed agonizingly against the zipper of my jeans. Quickly, I carefully undid my pants and grabbed my throbbing cock. Stroking it firmly, I closed my eyes as I pictured her before me.
I gaze into her beautiful crystal blue eyes as she smiled at me. My hand reached down to her chin, and with my thumb, I pulled down to slightly to part her lips. Instantly, my lips were on hers as I devoured her. Her lips were soft and inviting. I pull her hard against me, needing the feel of her body against mine. Her kiss was so soft and gentle, but I needed more as my tongue penetrated her mouth, exploring as I could taste her essence.
Her taste is sweet on my lips, and I can smell her arousal.
My cock grows harder as I continue to pump, seeing her clearly in my mind.
Now she is laying before me, wanting me, needing me. I watch her as she cups her tits, squeezing them, kneading them as she starts to pinch her nipples. Fuck, she stunning, as I can hear her soft moans of pleasure, enticing me on.
I grin lustfully at her, stroking my cock.
I lean down and circle her nipple with my tongue, teasing it before sucking on it.
She cries out in pleasure.
My tongue travels further down along her side, over her waist to her hips. Her skin is so soft, and it’s all I can do not to ravish her.
I trace my fingers over her hip. She’s rolling her hips with me as I keep sucking her nipple. I’m deciding which way to let my fingers wander, towards her ass or towards her pussy, but she makes the decision for me as she parts her legs for me, showing me her sweet pink core.
“Please,” I hear her say.
I trail my fingers down to her pussy, but I just cup it. A low growl comes from deep inside her, and she grabs my cock, hard and roughly. She starts jerking me off fiercely.
“Oh fuck!” I cried out as birds took flight around me.
Fuck, I can feel her hands on me as I pump my rigid cock, pre-cum seeping out of the head, lubricating my hand as it glides up and down my shaft.
I close my eyes again and see her on all fours before me, her perfect ass, begging me to fuck her. She slowly spreads her legs, giving me the perfect view of her moist cunt. She wiggles her ass, enticing me to take the bait.
I waste no time as I line my cock up and thrust it deep inside her in one profoundly satisfying long stroke. I had wanted to slowly feed her, one inch at a time, but my desire was too strong and had gotten better the of me.
Her pussy feels so good. Hot, wet, and deliciously tight. Along with the beautiful moan that has escaped her lips, it is almost enough to make me cum, there and then. I naturally slow down. I pull back all the way, leaving just the head of my cock inside her, and surge back inside her. Everything evaporates around us. It’s just her and me—the woman of my dreams, my desire, my reason for being.
Grabbing her hips, I thrust harder. Her moans come in earnest as I plunge deeper and harder into her. I am lost within her. I feel nothing but her. I want nothing but her.
I can feel the pressure in her pussy building as her pleasure starts to mount up. Her moans are getting louder. I raise one knee to plant my foot by her side and thrust deeper still inside her. I speed up, and her moans match each quickening thrust.
Her orgasm starts to hit, and I feel and hear it at the same time. I thrust as hard and fast as I can, no need to hold back. I lick my thumb, press it against her tiny, puckered asshole, and then push it in. She screams out as her orgasm roars through her, her pussy clamping hard around my cock. I manage a couple more thrusts, and then my cock stiffens and swells inside her before exploding my hot cum deep inside her hot cunt.
I roar loudly as my release washes over me, pumping hard as cum shoots from the tip of my cock onto the leaves on the ground before me. Gasping, I continue to pump as stream after stream erupts from the head of my dick. Losing my footing, I fall back against a tree for support. My legs are weak as I look down and still see my stiff cock.
Moaning, I close my eyes, knowing that nothing is going to calm the beast except her.
My woman.
My Ari.
I was in hell.
Twelve
Aariaani
I was curled up on the couch, reading a book I found wearing one of Balthazar’s t-shirts when he walked back in. I looked up at him, not saying a word. He had this weird look on his face I’d never seen before. Almost as if he were in pain. I wanted so much to ask him what was wrong, but when I heard him growl, I thought better of it.
He’d been acting weird since we left California, and I didn’t know why, but my mind was telling me it had something to do with me. Everything I did lately bothered him. I wasn’t like other women, let alone anyone in particular. I wasn’t educated. I didn’t know a great many things. Of course, he would act differently around me. Who wouldn’t?
Sighing, I tried to ignore Balthazar as he went to the small kitchen, grabbed a glass, and filled it with water.