I smiled greedily.
In all our times together, I knew my woman was holding back. Keeping a dark secret deep within her. She had been through so much in her life, survived it all, making her way to me. Through all the nightmares she survived, I knew my woman. She may love a good gentle fuck, but like me, a part of her needed the desperation, the savageness of a no-hold bar fuck.
She truly was my perfect mate as the devil inside me began a steady brutal rhythm of fucking her face. Her nose filled with my musky male scent every time it got buried in my curly pubic hair as she tried desperately to breathe more of me in.
The room was filled with the wet sounds of me forcing myself down her throat as she tried to suppress the urge to gag. She grabbed my ass, her nails digging, scratching, drawing blood, as I watched her head bob up and down on my cock.
She was amazing in how she took it. Better than I thought possible. I had to stop, or else I would cum down her throat in a torrent. I planned on cumming in her mouth, alright, just not yet. There were so many dirtier, bad things I had to do with her first.
After viciously taking her throat for about five minutes, I abruptly pulled my dick from her ravenous mouth. It was rock hard and shiny with her spit dripping off of it. It was throbbing with fury. I lifted her to her feet then spun her around. I unzipped her dress in the back and let it fall off her. No panties, no bra, just stockings and black heels.
God, she was one sexy woman and she was all mine.
She was perfect.
Pushing her forward against the table until her torso was lying flat. Her creamy white ass bared before me. Her stocking-covered legs and four-inch heels were a favorite of mine. Taking my dick in my hand, I slapped it hard against the tone cheeks of her ass.
“Fuck, your beautiful Tesoro,” I cursed, my voice raspy with desire.
“Take me,” was all she said in response.
With an open palm, I smacked her across the ass in frustration. ‘I need you,’ I said to myself. ‘God help me, but I need you.’
“Arch your back. Stick out that ass,” I commanded.
She did as instructed.
I got down on my knees behind her, lewdly pulled apart the cheeks of her ass, inspecting both her holes. They were hairless. Her pussy was oozing profusely. Her pretty little asshole was pink and tight, clenching and unclenching in excitement as if blowing me a kiss. I bent forward and buried my nose right into the hole of her cunt, inhaling her juices directly into my nostrils.
Her scent was intoxicating. The smell of flowers, female musk, and raw sex invaded my senses. She wiggled back against my face, trying to get more stimulation. My lips and tongue reached for her clit as my nose stayed buried in her dripping hole. I sucked on her clit and laved it with my tongue as she pushed her pussy back onto my face.
I was bringing her too close, too soon. Her breath was becoming ragged with an impending orgasm. Sensing this, I stopped.
Giving her clit a rest, I slid my tongue into her pussy.
Ravenous, I tongued her pussy wantonly, allowing her to slow down the freight train of an orgasm that was approaching. I knew she wanted me inside when she came, wanting to feel my thick cock stretching her. I growled when she reached back to grab my head, holding me in place.
My tongue swirled inside her and my nose came to rest directly on her anus. My nostrils flared as I inhaled deeply, breathing in her musky scent. She was wonderfully clean, yet it was oh so dirty. The heady aroma of her pussy mixed with the musk of her asshole was like a shot of cocaine to my brain, sending all my senses firing in a blaze. I lost control and began tongue-fucking her with abandon, slamming my face into her ass and my nose against her murky hole.
I had to taste it.
I brought my tongue out of her pussy and licked around the tight pink folds guarding her most precious entrance. She mewed with filthy enjoyment, wiggling her ass back at me, trying to force my tongue into that hole. I probed at her with my tip as she began to relax as she reached up between her legs to finger her pussy and rub her clit as I licked and tickled her ass. The wickedness was too much for her to take as she came on my face, her juices running down my chin.
In one swift move, before she could catch her breath, I stood, impaling her cunt on my shaft. There was no buildup, no gradual increase. Just like that, I was fucking her roughly. My large hands had an iron grip on her hips and ass, pulling her to me to meet my brutal thrusts. I grunted angrily with each vicious stab into her womb as she tried desperately not to scream out loud.
Just as abruptly, I withdrew from her and got back down on my knees, tongue-fucking her pussy. Then with my tongue coated with her cunt juice, I again tongue-fucked her ass, loosening her up and driving her mad. Then I was back up on my feet, driving my cock back into her pussy. This continued until she was delirious with the need to have me push her over the edge.
I sensed she was ready and jammed my dick in her sopping cunt with angry thrusts a few more times, then pulled it out completely. I slapped its wet and dripping head against her anus. Her asshole flexed involuntarily, now hungry for the invasion.
“I need you, Layla. Tell me I can have all of you?” I demanded, teasing her hole with my cock head, pressing it slightly against her opening before sliding it up her crack. “Tell me you need this as badly as I do.”
I waited on baited breath as she turned her head until her eyes caught mine. “Take me,” was still all she said; her eyes were smoky with desire.
Pressing against her opening more forcefully, the ridges of her anus begrudgingly gave way to accept just my head inside of her just as I heard someone banging on the door.
“Why the fuck is this door locked!” I heard the door handle jiggle as Reaper tried to open it. “Whoever is in there, you better unlock this fucking door before I break it down!” I heard him say in exasperation.
I felt her body tense with panic and her ass locked around the head of my cock in a vice, preventing me from moving into her further. A frightened look came over her face, breaking the spell of our connection.