6. Amara #2
My bra follows. My nipples are hard enough to cut glass. His mouth covers mine as one hand clasps my neck, and the other hand grabs my boob. His slender fingers softly rub my nipple until it pebbles beneath him.
I reach for his pants, quickly unfastening his belt and zipper.
He steps out of them and tugs off his boxers.
His hard cock springs free, and I grab him.
I stifle my gasp at his enormous size. I gulp, struggling to recover from my shock.
I don’t know if he’ll fit inside me without ripping me open. I moan with anticipation.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never forget me,” he murmurs just before his head dips to my nipple. I yelp in surprise when his teeth give it a sharp nip. Then his massive, ink-covered arms sweep under me, lifting me effortlessly. He carries me into a bedroom and tosses me onto the bed.
“Birth control?”
“Yes. Are you clean?”
“Yes.”
He yanks me to the edge of the bed, rips off my flimsy thong like it offends him, and drops to his knees.
Then he buries his face in my pussy—no hesitation, no mercy.
His lips are hot, his tongue ruthless as it circles my clit with wicked precision.
I arch beneath him, moaning, helpless to the pleasure.
Christ, I’m already about to come, and he hasn’t even started.
“Don’t come until I give you permission,” he murmurs as he laps his tongue over my clit swollen with need. He sucks me to the edge of oblivion and every flick of his tongue is a euphoric kind of torture.
One hand slides up my stomach, finding my breast, and he starts massaging my nipple—the rhythm of the two is perfectly in sync with his mouth. I’m delirious, trembling, aching for release. He doesn’t stop or even slow, and it drives me wild. I’m unraveling right there in his hands.
“I’m close,” I murmur as my fingers grab his thick, dark hair. I’m pulling harder than I should, but he’s not complaining—my other hand slides down his muscular arm, feeling every ripple that exudes power beneath my touch.
He flicks his tongue over my clit, teasing me, before sliding up my body. Grabbing my wrists, he pins them above my head, then trails his fingertips down my abdomen—light, deliberate—like he’s playing me one note at a time.
My ass is on the edge of the bed as he leans over me, soft light spills into the room and casts shadows across his back. I squirm beneath him, desire surging through my veins like wildfire.
“What do you want, Amara?” He grabs his massive cock and circles it at my entrance while he keeps my arms pinned. I moan, arching off the bed. I need him to fuck me.
His lips graze my neck, and a shiver climbs my spine as he nips my earlobe. My body trembles under his touch. If he doesn’t fuck me now, I might just die.
“You,” I moan, and with that, he penetrates me slowly at first, then, seemingly lost in me, he shifts slightly before he throws his powerful body behind the next thrust.
His cock stretches me, thick and demanding. The initial burn gives way to a sweet ache, and soon, he’s moving in a rhythm that owns me completely. My body rocks beneath him, helpless and wanting. I writhe under him.
I want to reach out to him, needing to connect with him, but my hands are useless. My wrists are still pinned down, reminding me exactly who’s in charge. And God… I love it.
My pussy swells and quivers. I want to scream when his lips touch my nipple.
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
With one final, brutal thrust, I shatter, screaming as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. I’m breathless—stunned, as my body comes again and again.
“That’s a good girl,” he says, running his smooth fingers over my body as if committing every curve to memory. Then, he lets go of my hands and flips me over. “On your knees.”
I shift onto my hands and knees, offering myself without hesitation. He presses a firm hand to my lower back—possessive, steady—then drives into me in one hard, relentless thrust. He fills me with his enormous cock. He’s stretching me—it’s brutal and delicious, and I swear he might tear me open.
The friction is searing, my clit throbs for more. His hips thrust against me, his balls slap my ass with every thrust, and he’s so deep I gasp—half in shock, half in ecstasy.
“Come again,” he barks.
“I can’t.”
“You can, and you will,” he growls, his hand reaches around me and rings my clit. He rubs until it’s throbbing—then he pinches it, sharp and perfect.
I gasp.
I find myself drooling. I’m helpless as saliva drips onto the duvet as my body melds with his. His other arm locks around me, pulling my back tightly against his eight-pack abs until I’m one with him.
Then, I break—cresting on a wave of blinding euphoria.
He roars, his body shudders as we come together.
Then, he holds me against him as we regain our breath .
He remains inside me, hard and pulsing, for a long, breathless moment before finally sinking beside me, pulling me into his arms like I’m his and always will be.
He cuddles?