I feel the woman at my side stir, rousing me further from my deep, sated sleep. We’re both still naked from a long night of me proving just how much she really is mine. Pulling her closer, I line my cock up and sink into her from behind.
I’ll never have enough of her or her body; the woman keeps me on my toes. I’m quickly learning the only way to keep her temper from lashing out at me is to keep her satisfied with my cock. Not that I mind in the slightest. I’m getting to know every inch of her delectable body, and a pleased Chevelle is even sexier than a pissed off Chevelle.
“Mmm, again?” she mumbles sleepily, and I push farther, sinking deeply into her warm sheath.
“As much as possible,” I groan against the back of her neck, pushing her hair out of my face, and breathe her in. “You smell so damn good. Like rain and springtime.”
With a quiet laugh, she replies huskily, “I smell like your soap.”
“I know, and I like how my soap smells.”
She snickers, and I find myself grinning like an idiot against her skin. She asks, “No more fucking this morning?”
“I’m tired. Besides you said you were sore the last time,” I rumble and slowly plunge into her again, my hand skirting over her ribs, stopping to cup her full, heavy breasts.
“Mmm, I should’ve believed you about the eight inches thing. I thought you were full of it. Turns out I’m full of it.”
“You’re still chirping about that?” I groan as my cock throbs, encased in her welcoming core.
“It’s impressive.”
“You needed to be fucked badly, sweetie. Your pussy belongs on my cock.” I nip at her neck, pulling my hips back to sink into her again, driving my pleasure on. “Fuck, you’re good for my ego.” Reaching down I seek out her clit. We’re old friends by now with how well I know that part of her body after merely one night.
Her head turns, burying her mouth in my pillow as she moans loudly and bites down. I’ve discovered just the way to touch her to make her beg me for more. I had her shooting off like the Fourth of July all night long. I’m not going to let her forget who’s in control of her pleasure. I’ll give it again and again until it’s seared into her memory.
“You’re gonna give it to me easily today then?”
Her bite on my pillow releases as she turns toward me as much as she can. “You got it easily last night too,” she replies huskily, her voice laced with desire and sleep. Her leg hikes behind her, hooking over my thigh so I can go in deeper.
Bullshit.She fought me at every turn, making me work for her orgasms. She’s stubborn, but I love a good challenge. “What can I say, your tight pussy likes me. It can’t seem to get enough of my cock making it come.”
Tucking my arm around her chest, I pick us up until I’m on my knees with her back pressed firmly against my chest. My free arm wraps around her, my palm landing on her core, grinding against her clit. My other plays with her breasts, squeezing and caressing her nipples with my fingertips. Her head falls back, resting on my shoulder. Her eyes stay closed with her mouth open, whimpering and moaning with my caresses.
My hips rock hers, my shaft thrusting into its own rhythm drawing a soft whimper from her. Her head turns to watch my face. “See, you shouldn’t be able to move like that without breaking contact.” The vixen smiles as she adds, “Eight inches really makes a difference.”
“Nah,” I rasp, turning to meet her lips. “You haven’t been fucked properly before, that’s all. Now you know that no motherfucker can do what I can.” I take her mouth—morning breath be damned. I want to feel her tongue against mine. I was just kissing her hours ago, but it feels like it’s been too long since we’ve had that contact. Her center tightens around me, already starting to milk my length as her climax draws near.
Breaking my hold on her breast, I use my arm for balance and lean us back until I’m lying flat on my back, impaling my cock into her heat in another position. Our mouths break apart in the move, and the change draws a deeper whimper from her. It’s the perfect spot for me to play with her sensitive nub.
Her legs fall open, spread completely apart for me. Each leg rests across each of my thick, muscular thighs. Her long locks fall off the side of my shoulder, and I catch the scent of my shampoo as well. I like this, having my smell everywhere when it comes to Chevelle.
“Yes, oh yes,” she cries deliciously.
I tilt her head farther off to the side and draw her skin between my lips to suck. She starts to shoot off me, but I hold her to me tightly. One hand continues to rub her pussy ruthlessly, the other wraps securely around her chest. My hand reaches up, gripping her neck in place, bracing her body to mine.
My moves coax the orgasm from her while I mark her so severely, the delicate tanned skin bruises with a deep purple hue. She’ll wear it for the next few weeks to come before it fully disappears. Hell, something buried down wants me to bite her and draw blood. I’ve never had the feeling like that before, but I have this insatiable need for everyone to know she’s taken. And to know death will follow them if they touch her.
Chevelle screams my name loudly, as the pleasure fully blooms over her body. I’m slowly wearing down her resolve toward me. Her tight, wet core squeezes my thickness so tightly, I follow her, pumping my own pleasure into her. Not only am I wearing her down, but I’m falling farther down the rabbit hole when it comes to her.
I hold her to me as I inhale and exhale a few times deeply, catching my breath and come down from the intense climax. The woman steals a piece of my soul each time I take her. Morning sex is one of my favorite things with her, no doubt. It’s passionate, the pleasure reached easily, and so damn fulfilling.
When my arms finally fall away, she rolls off me to the side. Her hand flies to the spot showing the world that she’s taken. “You marked me!” She hisses and glares. She can try to be pissed, but her eyes are still glazed over from how much she enjoyed it. The look makes me want to fuck her—hard this time.
“And?” My brow lifts, and I shrug, not fazed in the slightest bit at her irritation.
“I don’t enjoy going around with hickeys on my neck. I have a business to run, and I’ll look cheap.”
“You’re wrong,” I argue. “You look like a woman who’s been thoroughly enjoyed. A woman that’s been claimed and has a man. A woman not to be fucked with by anyone with a cock in their pants.”