Sinner #2
A different kind of fire began to edge out the one my brother had created. It didn’t take much to have my body screaming at me to take her. Anastasia was the one thing guaranteed to make me feel better. Yet, I didn’t want to jump her like some mindless animal that only wanted to rut.
Somehow, I was able to pull away. We were both gasping, and her face was flushed. She had no bra under her tank, and I saw her taut nubs pressing against the thin fabric. Without thinking, I reached up and tugged at the first one, then the other, hard. She whimpered.
“Fuck, Sia, I need to calm down. Why don’t you stay up here, and I’ll go downstairs to my office,” I croaked.
“Why do you need to calm down? I thought what’s happening feels wonderful,” she murmured.
“It does, but I don’t want to use you just to assuage my anger. Right now, all I want to do is tear off your clothes and fuck you raw—no foreplay, no gentleness, no loving gestures. You don’t deserve that. I refuse to take you that way,” I confessed.
What she did next truly shocked me. Her hands came up and captured mine. She brought them to her breasts and cupped them there. Her hands tightened mine on her flesh.
“Maalik, I want to be whatever you want or need. If you need a way to defuse your anger and replace it with something good, and fucking me raw does it, then I want it. If you need to take me to Lustz and tie me up, then we can do that. I know that you’ll never truly hurt me, Reign.”
I shuddered—the urge to ravish and then tie her increased. I shook my head.
“Jaanu, no, please, don’t say that.”
“Yes, I’m saying it. Do you believe you’ll lose control so much that if I use my safe word, you won’t stop? That you’ll harm me?”
“No, of course not. But I don’t want to treat you as an object. You’re the woman I adore, love, and want to marry. You’ll be the mother of my kids. You’re not some hole to be used,” I rasped out.
“I can and want to be whatever you need me to be, Rei.”
And that’s when she stopped talking. Her mouth crashed into mine, and Anastasia shoved her tongue inside my mouth.
As it tangled with mine, I slipped closer to the edge.
Then, she pressed her breasts into my hands harder and slipped her hand under the waist of my shorts.
As she closed around my cock and stroked, I let a muffled roar escape.
The minx giggled and kept kissing me as she pumped my cock.
When she bit my tongue and her fingernails grazed over my balls and up my shaft, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop.
I tore my mouth from hers, let go of her beauties, and shoved her away. As she fell back against the lounger, I stood and ripped off my shirt and shorts.
“Are you sure?” I asked one last time.
My woman tugged off her tank, baring her unbelievable breasts, then somehow wiggled out of her shorts, revealing her wet pussy when she spread her legs.
“I’m sure. Please, fuck me, Reign,” she wailed.
I snarl as I reach for her. “Get on your hands and knees. Face away from me,” I command.
As she did it, I stood there, gripping the base of my cock.
I barely kept from stroking it, but if I did, I’d never last once inside of her.
When she was in position, I wrestled her body where I wanted it.
Then I sat on the lounger, seized her hips, and yanked her toward me so her knees ended up on either side of my thighs.
Gripping her hips, I jerked her lower and back, impaling her on my cock. I didn’t stop until my balls slapped her pussy. We both cried out. Her channel was hot, soaked, and swollen. I slid her forward, causing her to scrape against my length until only the head of my pulsing cock was inside.
Another yank and sink. I did that a handful of times.
As I did, her plump ass cheeks jiggled, forcing me to slap them.
Her pussy fluttered and clenched around me each time I did it.
Then, something else caught my attention.
Her dark, crinkled entrance to her ass taunted me.
I gathered her copious cream on my fingers, then outlined her hole.
Anastasia shivered, then whimpered as I pressed inside.
It took nothing to have a full finger embedded in her asshole as my cock did the same to her pussy. I set a counter-stroking motion. I twisted and crooked my finger, making her sob.
“Oh, God, yes,” she gasped.
“Yes, what?” I asked.
“Don’t stop. Harder. Fuck me so I come all over your magnificent cock, Reign. Hurry!”
And that’s exactly what I did. I worked her on and off my finger and cock until she went rigid and bit her hand to muffle her screams. I was mere moments behind her. I sucked on her shoulder as I let jets of my cum loose.
However, a couple of minutes later as she lay there recovering, I wanted more. And I knew exactly what I needed. Reluctantly, I withdrew.
“No, don’t move,” she begged.
“Come downstairs with me.”
I stood and held out my hand. She took it, then rose shakily to her feet.
“We’re done?”
“Up here, yes. But me with you, oh no, I have something more that’ll help us both sleep tonight.”
As she went with me, I worked out the logistics in my head. If only we had the shibari studio set up.