She continued to stroke my cock and took a step closer. She angled my pulsating erection between her legs. As she released her hold on my shaft, it sprang upwards against her stomach. She stepped closer still, my dick between us and pressed her body against mine.
I reached behind her neck and gave her a deep passionate kiss.
Our tongues intertwined while my fingers did the same. Before Donatella knew it, her bare breasts and stiff nipples pressed up against my chest. She started grinding her pussy against my cock and I reached down and took hold of her right tit. I brought my head down and began to suck on her nipple, taking her other breast in my left hand and squeezed.
“I’m still mad at you,” she moaned.
“Uh huh,” I whispered, before biting her nipple.
“Oh, that feels good. Keep doing what you’re doing.” I noticed Donatella's right-hand slide down her stomach to play with her clit. She pulled my cock from between her legs with her left hand and took a step back.
Donatella took another step back and knelt before me on the shower floor. Water rained down on her as she examined my cock from several angles. Her right hand was still deep in her pussy and actively pleasuring her most sensitive area, while my cock remained in the tender clutch of her left hand. She leaned her head back into the shower stream. As she did this, I stared directly at her beautiful tits and excited nipples pointed upwards toward my aching penis. When her hair was wet and the water had straightened her unruly curly blonde hair, Donatella kneeled back upright and tossed her long hair over her left shoulder.
“I ought to ignore you,” Donatella said bluntly. “But I’m thirsty again.”
With that, she leaned forward and tongued the underside of my testicles. She put one of my balls in her mouth and gently sucked on it. Then she licked the underside of my rigid shaft and closed her mouth over the head of my cock.
Her pouty, sultry lips locked around my girth and began to slowly work her way up and down the length of my dick. I pushed my pelvis forward and drove my cock further into her mouth and to the back of her throat. With most of my cock stuffed down her throat, Donatella gagged slightly as I pulled my saliva-drenched member out of her mouth.
She giggled while she recovered and gave my cock a few long, fast strokes.
Pre-cum oozed from the tip of my dick as I grabbed her by the waist, lifting her. Her legs going around my waist, I ignored the twinge of pain, aimed my cock and slammed home.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “Punish me anytime baby.”
Plundering her tight pussy, she held onto me for dear life as I took what I wanted from her. I drove my cock deep into Donatella's pussy. With each stroke, Donatella let out a cry of pleasure and pain as I rammed into her. I would never get tired of her.
She was mine.
Built for me.
Mine to love.
To cherish.
To protect.
Her pussy walls clenched my cock as she screamed out her orgasm. Her body shook and her pussy trembled, massaging my cock until I too was near orgasm. With one desperate final stroke, I plunged my cock deep into her pussy and released my juices inside her.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” I roared, as I unloaded shot after shot of cum deep into her.
Her tight pussy pulsing and milking every drop from me.
Gasping, we both clung to each other and when my cock was finally sated, it slipped from her hot core. Kissing my woman on the tip of her nose, she smiled up at me and said, “I love you, Lorenzo.”
Those words were magic to my ears. There was nothing I wanted to hear more for the rest of my life. It was then I knew what I needed to do.
Grinning, I hurriedly left the shower, grabbed a towel and left the bathroom.
I needed something.
I knew it had to be here somewhere. No way would my woman live anywhere without them.
I could hear her moving behind me as she followed me into the living room. Looking around, I couldn’t find what I was looking for.
“Lorenzo! What are you doing?” she angrily shouted, stomping after me. “I tell you I love you and you walk away? What the hell!”
“I need to find something,” I said, opening doors to find another bedroom, a spare bathroom and then finally what I was looking for. “Thank fuck!”
Walking over to the bookshelf, I scoured the shelves for the book I was looking for. I knew one of them had to be here. I mean, every shelf has one, right.
“You want to read a book?” she said angrily. “We have the best sex ever and you want to read a damn book. Can you even read?”
“Yes, I can read smart ass,” I muttered, then grinned finding it. “Ah-ha…found it!”
“A dictionary?” she asked confused walking closer.
Opening it, I smiled up at her, “Oh yeah baby. Now how do you spell marriage?”