Yury
She loves my filthy mouth, but the truth is, I’ve never been this way before. I feel so overcome when I’m with her that it brings out this unhinged, obsessed side of me.
I pull out of her, still hard, and flip her onto her back, tilting her pelvis so I can quickly put a pillow beneath her.
“That’s it, angelu. Keep it all deep inside.” I stroke the rivulets of cum that have escaped and gently push it back into her spent cunt.
She shudders at the contact and my cock jerks.
“You look so good, Sophia,” I say. “You’re all flushed and soft from sex.”
“Why does it feel so consuming?” she asks, not opening her eyes.
I kiss the bud of her clit and she lets out a broken yelp.
“When you’re aroused? Or something else?” I ask.
“I suppose it’s arousal, I’ve just never felt anything like it before. And then when you make me come, it’s like I’m being blown apart on some sort of astral level. When I’m back together I just feel so relaxed. Then I see you and I’m straight back to drowning in arousal again.”
I laugh lightly as I dot kisses over her thighs.
“I’m flattered. That’s sex when it’s done right, angelu.”
“Is it the same for you? I mean—” she trails off and I know exactly where she is going. “You’ve had plenty of experience.”
I move up her body, taking each nipple into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue before rolling us onto our sides, facing each other, and lifting her leg over my hip.
I slide back inside her. Not to fuck her, but just to feel her pussy around me.
“I’ve never felt like this for anyone. I feel like I’m insatiable with you, despite you. You’ve drained my cock four times in twenty-four hours and I’m pretty sure it’s ready to go again.” I slowly pull out right to the tip, and push in again, moaning as pleasure coils up my spine.
“I like it when you talk dirty to me,” she says, colour flushing her face.
“I can tell,” I reply with a grin. “Your pussy quivers harder, sucks at my cock harder, like it doesn’t want to let it go.”
She kisses me then, pushing me until I’m flat on my back and she is seated over me. Her nipples brush over my chest and I throb inside her.
She rolls her hips in slow, deliberate circles and when I harden fully in the slick heat of her pussy, she moans, long and low.
Fuck, she's exquisite like this; straddling me, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, framing those perfect tits that bounce with every grind.
The firelight from the hearth dances across her skin, turning the flush on her cheeks and chest into something primal, alive.
She's still tender from earlier, I can feel it in the way her walls flutter around my cock, but that only makes her grip on me tighter, wetter, more desperate to take what she needs.
"Angelu," I rasp, my hands clamping onto her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave marks. Marks that will remind her tomorrow who she belongs to. "Look at you. Riding my cock like you were made for it. Your greedy little cunt is swallowing me whole."
She whimpers, her head falling back, exposing the long column of her throat. I want to bite it, claim it, but I hold back, just enough to let her set the pace. For now.
Her movements are tentative at first, experimental, like she's discovering the power she has over me.
Around and around she slides, her thighs trembling as she lifts and drops, taking me deeper each time until her ass slaps against my thighs.
The sound is obscene, wet and rhythmic, mixing with her breathy moans and the crackle of the fire.
"That's it," I growl, thrusting up to meet her halfway, making her gasp as I bottom out. Her pussy clenches hard, and a fresh gush of her arousal coats my balls. "Fuck me, Sophia. Show me how badly you need my cock.”
Her eyes snap open, locking onto mine, blown wide with lust and that fire that I love.
The defiance that says she's not just taking, she's demanding.
She braces her hands on my chest, squeezing her tits together, her nails biting into my tattoos, and picks up speed.
Her hips grind in tight circles before slamming down harder.
Each bounce sends her tits jiggling, nipples hard and begging for my mouth. I sit up suddenly, capturing one in my teeth, biting just enough to make her cry out before soothing it with my tongue.
"Yury!" she sobs, her rhythm faltering as pleasure spikes through her. I can feel her getting close already, her walls rippling around my length, sucking me in like she never wants to let me go.
I grip her ass with both hands now, spreading her cheeks as I guide her faster, harder.
"Come on my cock, angelu. Fuck me until I fill you again.
I'm going to pump another load into this perfect pussy.
You'll walk around this house with my cum leaking down your thighs, knowing you're mine. Bred. Owned."
The words push her over the edge. She shatters with a scream, her body convulsing, pussy clamping down so tight it borders on pain. Her juices drench the space where we meet, hot and slick, and I thrust up brutally, chasing my own release as she rides out the waves.
"Fuck, yes. Take it all," I snarl, my balls drawing up tight. “You're going to keep every drop inside, aren't you? Going to let me breed you deep."
I explode inside her, roaring her name as rope after thick rope of cum shoots from me, flooding her womb. The pleasure is blinding, ripping through me like lightning, my cock pulsing endlessly as I grind her down onto me, forcing every drop to stay buried where it belongs.
She collapses forward onto my chest, trembling, her breath ragged against my neck. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, my cock still twitching inside her spent heat.
"Good girl," I murmur, kissing her temple, her scar, her lips. "You took me so well. Rest now, angelu. And when you're ready... we'll do it all again."