4. Nova
Nova
What the absolute fuck was this man doing to me.
At this point I think he was trying to kill me, bring me back and then do that shit again.
He hadn’t given me a moment's rest after I came so hard I felt my body levitate off the bed. He pulled his fingers out of me, gripped the back of my thighs and ate my ass until I was screaming his name. I knew Crew was overly freaked out but sometimes I was at a loss for words at just how freaky. Like right now when his tongue was buried so deep in my ass, I was seeing stars. My body was alight with pleasure and heat was plumbing through my veins. I sank into the pillow behind my back, my breath coming out in little pants as I rode the wave of ecstasy that I was currently wrapped up in. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.
“Shit, Crew. I need you right now. Please fuck me.” I hissed, my fingers gripping his curly hair.
He swirled his tongue around the rim of my ass one more time before pulling back and standing, causing a whimper to slip from my lips at the withdrawal of his very talented tongue.
Crew’s face was shiny and coated in my juices, his eyes intense and his pupils blown wide with lust as he wordlessly undressed in front of me.
And my God, the sight…shit, the sight of Crew stripping down in front of me would never get old.
The muscles of his large arms flexed as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor before pushing down the grey sweats he dressed in earlier, leaving him standing before me in only his black boxer briefs.
He stood at the end of the bed looking like God's gift to all the hormonal women of the world.
And these pregnancy hormones had my hot ass feral and ready to pounce on my fine husband.
The sculpted muscles and hard abs that I loved to run my fingers across caused my mouth to water.
But the best part was the deep cut V that led to the most beautiful dick I had ever seen.
Crews dick was long and thick, with a fat mushroom head that was currently leaking precum making a mess in his briefs.
I wanted nothing more than to drop to my knees and suck him into my mouth, but that would have to wait because from the look in Crew’s storm-colored eyes he was about to ruin me in the best way possible.
He pulled his briefs down causing his hard dick to spring up, smacking his abs and smearing sticky streaks of precum over the muscles, before being pulled back down from the gravity and sheer weight of the throbbing meat.
I gasped from the sensation of him lifting my left foot to his lips.
He ran them over his full lips before sucking my big toe into his mouth.
His tongue darted between each toe just as I felt the head of his dick nudging my slick entrance.
He bit down on my toe at the same time he thrust forward an inch giving me just the tip of his fat dick.
“Ahgh.” I groaned from the stretch.
“So fuckin’ tight.” He hissed. “So fuckin’ wet.”
My head fell back as he continued to push inside me until he filled me to the max, almost to the point of pain.
Crew’s dick was thick and long and no matter how many times I took it, I still had trouble when he first entered me.
So, while he remained still inside me, I took deep breaths as my body relaxed and my walls accepted the intrusion.
Once my hips started rolling forward trying to get some friction, Crew pulled out and then thrusted back in, making my eyes roll into the back of my head.
He set a brutal rhythm that made the bed thump against the wall each time his hips met my ass.
If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought I had gone into labor the way my pussy was wetting him up.
“Fucck Princess. I can’ t wait until you have my baby so I can get you pregnant all over again.” Crew growled in my ear.
“Yeeesss, whatever you want. Just keep fucking me.” I whined as he kept pounding into me with precision.
“That’s right. Princess. Take it. Fuck. Keep clenching around me.” He groaned.
His deep voice sent vibrations through my core, straight to my pussy.
My fingers gripped the comforter as I obeyed my husband and took all of his dick.
My legs trembled in the hold he had on them.
One of my legs was hoisted over his shoulder while the other remained hooked around his waist as he drilled into me with determination and skill.
The wet sounds of our skin slapping were ricocheting off the walls of the bedroom, creating a symphony of sex all around us.
I shivered as the ridges of his dick grazed my G-spot over and over again with deep, steady thrusts, sending tingles throughout my body.
My hips rolled, meeting him thrust for thrust, begging him without words to fuck me harder.
And then my body detonated, I came so hard my vision blurred and I swear I think I might have seen stars.
“That’s right Princess cum all over my dick.” He groaned.
“Ummm, Creeew.” I moaned, my eyes rolling back as I dug my nails into the skin of Crew’s biceps.
My walls clenched and fluttered around Crew’s massive dick as he fucked me through my orgasm.
He kept stroking me until his hips stuttered and his rhythm became desperate and erratic.
He gave me four more deep thrusts before stilling inside me with a thrust so forcefully I clenched down and came again.
“Shit.” I breathed weakly.
I think I almost went blind. My voice was raw and strained from all the screams Crew ripped from my throat while he fucked me so thoroughly.
My brain was all fuzzy and dazed as Crew placed soft kisses on my toes as he panted and breathed deep above me.
His gaze pierced me intensely as he peered down at me.
“I love you, Princess.” He said, looking at me like I was his whole world.
Those three little words had my heart about to leap out of my chest. And just like that everything was right in my world, and I was ready to face whatever was about to come our way. Because no matter what my husband had me and as long as he loved me nothing could stop us.
He pulled out of me slowly leaving me painfully empty.
I laid there basking in the afterglow of great sex as Crew stalked naked over to the bathroom connected to our room.
I heard the water run and cut off before he returned to the bed wearing nothing but his briefs and a warm washcloth in his hand.
He was so gentle as he cleaned between my legs and down my thighs, making sure to let his thumb brush across my sensitive skin as he did.
“I remember hearing something about food before you put your head between my legs and my brain short circuited.” I laughed sleepily.
“That I did, but I have to make you another omelet. I’m sure that one is cold as fuck.” He said, looking over at the plate of food he brought in with him.
It still looked good even though I knew it was cold.
“Give me 10 minutes.” He said, kissing me on the lips and then turned to pull on his sweats and a shirt before grabbing the old plate and heading out the door.
I relaxed back and before long, my eyes drifted closed as the rhythm of my breathing and the quiet hum of the air conditioning lulled me to sleep or maybe it was the dick that my husband just fed me.