6. Antonio
Antonio
Ophelia Hale is not the kind of woman you bend over on the floor and fuck doggy style.
My brain is telling me that, but the rest of my body is shouting at it to shut the fuck up and join the party. There’s one particular part of my body that’s especially adamant.
I wrap my fist around that appendage when she immediately complies, giving me a view that has my cock throbbing with desire in my palm.
Round globes. Slender back with a dip down the center.
Stroking myself a couple times, I allow my brain to take over for just a second as I bend to kiss her shoulder.
“Do we need a condom, love, or can I fuck you raw?”
She looks at me over her shoulder, brown eyes lusty and dark. “I don’t need birth control, and all my tests are clear.”
“Mine are as well,” I tell her, exhilaration coursing through me. I’ve only gone bare with one woman in my life, and that was many years ago.
In response to that, Ophelia turns away and lowers herself to her elbows, and I groan like someone just stabbed me.
“Christ, woman. What are you doing to me?”
She waggles her bum at me, the cheeky little tease, and I give her a light slap, testing the waters. Ophelia lets out the sexiest moan, and if I weren’t already kneeling, I would be now because that sound of approval from her pretty mouth would have brought me to my knees.
I slide my cock through her slit a few times, adding her natural lubrication to my own pre-cum that’s coating my head.
“I’ll go slow at first, love, but then I’m going to ride this lovely ass like I own it.” Gliding one finger down her spine, I smile when goosebumps pebble her skin. “Let me know if it gets to be too much.”
“I can take it,” she predicts, and I almost embarrass myself before I even get inside her. Lining up my tip with her entrance, I ease inside an inch and hold, feeling her inner walls stretching to accommodate me.
Again, she looks over her shoulder and offers me a sultry smile. “Are we playing just the tip, or are you going to fuck me?”
Christ on a cracker. Urged on by her sass, I grip either side of her waist and slam home, grunting, “Fucking hell,” when my hips land solidly against her pert arse.
“Yes,” Ophelia wails. “God, Antonio, rip me in half with that big dick.”
For about the millionth time, this woman has shocked the everliving shite out of me, so I attempt to do exactly as she asked. I fuck her with strong pumps, reveling in the wet sounds from where we’re joined and the slap of flesh on flesh. And Ophelia takes me like a champ. She’s so goddamn amazing.
“You feel so fucking good, darlin’,” I growl as she rocks herself back and forth to meet me thrust-for-thrust. “Do you have any idea how many times I thought of railing you like this in the past week. When I jack myself off every morning, I’ve imagined how tight your little cunt would be.
And fucking hell, it’s even better than I thought it would be. ”
“Mmmm,” she groans, spreading her legs impossibly wider as she takes every inch of my dick into her heat. “Did you think about my mouth around your cock while you were touching yourself?”
Mother. Of. All. That’s. Holy. I almost explode inside her at those dirty words and the images they evoke.
“Fuck yes, I have,” I admit, sliding my hands back to spread her arse cheeks. One of my thumbs slips into the crack and massages her back entrance. “And I’ve thought about stuffing my cock in this wee little hole too. Would you let me fuck your arse sometime, love?”
Ophelia’s voice goes raspy. “Yes.”
My teeth grind hard as I try to keep my shit together. I spit, rubbing my saliva around her arsehole before easing the tip of my thumb inside.
“God,” she whimpers, pushing back against me until my thumb is knuckle-deep. “That feels so good, Antonio.”
Swear to god, I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back from releasing what will no doubt be the largest load I’ve ever spilled. Her pussy is perfect, and thank the lord I can feel her rippling around me, a telltale sign that she’s on the edge as well.
Still fucking into her pussy at a fierce pace, I stroke the inner walls of her arse with my thumb and slide my free hand around to her sex, finding her dripping all over my shirt. I may never wash the damn thing again.
My fingertips circle her clit a few times, and Ophelia reaches between her legs and guides my hand in a forward and back motion across that little button.
“That’s how I like it,” she says, and I’m fucking smitten. A woman that knows what she likes and isn’t afraid to tell you? Sexiest goddamn thing ever.
I keep at it, thumb-fucking her arse, cock-fucking her cunt, and finger-stroking her clit with just enough pressure to make her hips buck.
I’m convinced some dumb fuckers out there are arrogant enough to think they know more about a woman’s body than she does.
I, on the other hand, am humble enough to know that when a woman tells or shows you what she wants, you fucking do it.
And you don’t stop until she’s exploding all over you.
That’s the secret to pleasing your partner and being an exceptional lover.
Of which I am one. Does that make me a wee bit arrogant as well?
Probably. But I was blessed with a big cock and the goddamn sense to pay attention to what my woman needs.
My woman.
Those two words swirl around in my brain as I feel Ophelia tighten around my dick so tightly I can barely move. My woman. I do like the way that sounds.
Sweat drips from my forehead and onto her back, as I pick up the pace, taking her harder and deeper with every thrust. “Goddamn, baby. I’m so close,” I pant, my cock throbbing with the need to let go. “I want you to come so hard you milk every bit of cum from my body.”
When I roll my back, I hear the sexiest keening sound from the woman beneath me. Ophelia’s fingers curl so hard against the floor, her knuckles turn white, and her pussy strangles my dick.
“Mmmmm, I’m coming, Antonio. Don’t stop.”
“Not stopping, love,” I heave out, rolling my hips so my cock, strokes that tender spot inside her with each thrust.
Her head drops to the floor as she screams my name with her release. Two pumps later, I join her with a roar, shoving my dick as deep as I can get it while I spill every ounce of my desire into her.
“Fuck,” I growl, throwing my head back as every muscle in my body goes taut. “Fuck, that’s good.”
My entire body shudders, and my head swims with dizziness. It takes every ounce of strength I have not to collapse on top of Ophelia’s small body and crush her.
When I come back to my senses, I ease my thumb from her tight little arse and drop my hands on either side of her body, leaning over her back and pressing kisses along the damp skin of her shoulder.
That was the most satisfying orgasm of my life, and I am completely spent, but I need to take care of Ophelia.
“Talk to me, darlin’. How are you feeling?”
She tilts her head to look at me through one brown eye, and I’m relieved to see the sated smile on her lips. “Happy. And thoroughly used.”
I chuckle and crane my neck to press my lips against the corner of her mouth. “Same. You’re a bit of a beast, Ophelia Hale.”
“Well, you know what they say… A lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets.”
Bursting into laughter, I pull my cock from his new favorite place and push up to my knees to see a glob of my release slip from her and plop onto my shirt beneath her.
“Jesus, woman. I’m going to have to buy a laundry business if I keep hanging out with you.
” I flop over onto my back on the floor and pull Ophelia on top of me.
“Antonio,” she protests. “I’m leaky. I’m going to make a total mess of you.”
My hands still her when she tries to move, holding her in place on my chest. Her face is flushed, and her hair is wickedly tousled. She’s absolutely the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on.
I slide a hand up into her hair and pull her face down to mine, whispering against her swollen lips, “You already have, love.”