I craved it.
I increased the pressure and tempo of my fingers and I was rewarded by her increased breathing. It was almost a pant now. I loved the look of lust in her eyes and the way her lip was caught between her teeth. I wondered if I could insert a third finger in her, but instead, I buried my face into her pussy and added my tongue.
“Player!” she screamed in ecstasy as her beautiful body convulsed. A thin layer of sweat glistened on her body, catching the moonlight. I held my fingers in her steady as her body slowed down the contractions around me. Her breath came in ragged gasps. I kissed along her thighs, licking up her sweet fluids, and slowly withdrew from her hot core. I chuckled quietly as she shuddered one last time.
I knew it was brutal of me but I had to have her now.
Wrapping her legs around my waist, she was so sexy and gorgeous.
Sated from what I hoped was a toe-curling orgasm, I asked, “Ready for another?”
Her eyes slowly focused on me and I melted as she nodded.
Pure love was all I saw from her and my heart soared. I knew I could be one with her.
My dick was so fucking hard as I rubbed it around her glistening hole, lubing it up. Oh, what sweet torture it was, to be wrapped up in her. Placing the tip of my cock at her entrance, I leaned forward and slowly pushed forward. I loved the feel of her gripping around my dick as I started to pull out and then back in, slow and steady. When I was finally buried to the hilt in her, I paused to catch my breath.
It was not easy, as her body gripped me so tightly.
I wanted her to cum again.
I gripped her hips and slowly thrust in and out, keeping an even, steady pace. I needed to be closer to her. I spread her hips wider and leaned down, letting her ankles wrap around me. Stroke for stroke, she matched my tempo, thrusting her hips in time. I was so deep in her my shaft was slick with her juices as my balls slapped against her ass.
She stopped me mid-thrust and lowered her legs so that she was entirely under me.
Smiling, I said nothing as we switched places.
I loved seeing her ride my cock.
I leaned back and settled onto the pillows as she straddled my hips.
I loved being able to let her take control to have my hands free to play with her breasts as she leaned back and settled in. Her head was thrown back as she rocked back and forth over me. I loved watching how she rode up and down. Pulling up, I was barely in her, then slamming her tightness back down around me. I could feel my cock tighten up as her pussy gripped me strongly, milking me.
“Holy fuck!” A loud roar tore from my throat as I started to cum. Her encouragement and the wild look of lust were my undoing.
One, two, three more thrusts into her, and I unloaded into her.
Grabbing her as her scream of pleasure rocked the world around us, I pulled her down onto my chest, wrapping us together in my embrace. Kissing her forehead, I felt as though her body and mine still convulsed, while our pleasure started to subside.
Laying there with her in my arms, our breaths easing, I wondered if it would always be like this between us.
I hoped so.
Thirty-Seven
Savage
“Where are you going?” she asked.
Looking at her, I said nothing as I walked past her and headed downstairs to the main room. It was late, and everyone had gone to bed. Everyone was so fucking happy Player, and his woman had come home with their kid. Who fucking cared?
My life was in shatters but did they give a fuck about me?
Fuck no.
They got what they wanted. Reaper’s fucking bitch of a mother was dead. He got his fucking alliance with the damn mafia. Bullseye fucking left. Sandman was fucking breathing and everyone seemed okay with all that.
Well, I wasn’t.