Real Love #5
Once I was fully inside, she took control and gave me the ride of my muthafuckin life.
I had wondered for decades on how good she felt and now I was able to receive it.
With her hands placed on my chest, she rode to her own wave creating her own motion.
The way you felt after having a hot shower and crawling into bed on fresh sheets was exactly how good this pussy felt. Maybe even better.
Her moans filled the room, and I laid back relaxing taking it all in. Her voice did wonders for me when she wasn’t under a sexual trance and now all she could make out was sounds and facial expressions. She hadn’t opened her eyes since a nigga entered her canal.
“Look at me while you ride that shit,” I demanded. She opened them briefly before they were closed once more. She didn’t listen and teaching her a lesson wouldn’t happen in this tub.
Grabbing her around her waist, I stood causing her to immediately lock her legs around mine.
The connection wasn’t broken as I walked her to the bathroom sink.
I placed her on top and went to work from there.
I couldn’t dig in her shit due to her having the upper hand, but the tables were turned, and it was me orchestrating this shit.
For some reason, I wanted to fuck the shit out of her and then make love. In my mind, I was punishing her and then treating her. Either way, she was painting my dick and that was a win for us both.
My hand eased around her throat and applied a little bit of pressure until I noticed she tightened her walls around my dick. Her right leg was being held in place while I pounded her shit in.
“Oh my God! What the fuck are you doing to me?” she moaned while having her face screwed up.
“Making you mine.”
My strokes were damn near vicious. I wanted her to remember who the fuck rearranged her guts and caused her to be an addict the first go round. I supplied good dick on the regular, but she was getting something a bitch hadn’t ever had before and that was dick with feelings behind it.
I was in a trance watching the way my dick slid in and out of her pussy with ease. The glaze she provided was coating it to perfection. She fit me. My veins massaging her walls opened the door to euphoria. I was loving the place and position I was in because of my princess.
Whether she knew it or not, she was going to be housing more of my dick inside her along with my kids.
I didn’t think she knew what she was getting herself into, to be honest. She felt amazing and with each stroke, I wanted more and more of her.
Out of everything she gave to me, receiving her, was the best gift given.
Aside from this bomb ass pussy, I knew she was going to give a nigga what he craved most and that was her unconditional love.
“Right there baby. Fuck, keep going!”
She was on the verge of releasing, and I was ready to see the ending results.
I picked up the pace and gave what she was asking for.
The more I thrust inside her the tighter her grip got.
My bottom lip was tucked between my teeth as I pumped her body full of my lil ones.
After tonight, she was going to have so many of them floating around in her shit, she had no choice but to get pregnant.
Her chest was heaving up and down and I smiled a smile of satisfaction. I was pleased but I wasn’t close to being done. I had a lot more energy, except this go round I was taking my time and showing how much love I carried for her.
“Come here, princess.”
I lifted her up and cradle her body next to mine.
She was the most delicate and fragile thing in my life right now.
If I didn’t treat her right, who else the fuck would?
I wasn’t dropping the ball with her, hell, us.
We knew each other too well so having to figure the dos and don’ts wasn’t even necessary.
We knew what buttons to press and because of that, there was no doubt in my mind that we were going to make it far.
“You good?” I inquired as I removed myself and allowed her to calm down.
“I’m good baby, I promise.”
“Cool. We got another round.”
“Noooooo. I need to recover. Don’t you walk away from me!”
she acted as if it was the best thing ever.