29. His, By Choice #3
I grit my teeth, a growl rumbling from my chest when her pussy started pulsing around me and she came screaming my name.
When the crest of her orgasm hit, I grabbed her hips to take control.
Digging my heels into the mattress, I pounded into her, dragging out her pleasure for as long as I could while fighting the electricity shooting down my spine, my thundering pulse roaring in my ears as I willed away the need to spill myself inside her again. Not yet.
When she fell forward onto my chest, her body completely sated with pleasure, I brushed her hair from her face and whispered my praise. “Good girl. You did so well for me. Now it’s my turn to use you.”
I rolled out from under her and positioned myself behind her.
Grabbing her hips, I lifted her beautiful ass into the air and thrust back inside her dripping entrance, making her gasp and her hands fist the bedsheets.
I unleashed. I fucked her hard and fast, ripping screams from her lips.
My hands dug into her hips, and I watched with hunger at where we connected.
My cock was coated in her juices and mine, and the sounds we made together were driving me crazy.
“Ohhh, Sani! Yes. Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God. More! Please!”
I groaned, my eyes rolling at her enthusiasm, which called to the primal side of me.
I pushed down on her waist, pressing her into the bed as I straddled her thighs and fucked her harder.
Deep, fast strokes that forced her out of her body and to submit.
When I wrapped her hair around my fist and pulled it taut, her head snapped up from the bed, and her jaw fell slack in a loud cry.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you? You love me using your pretty pink pussy to make myself come?”
“Yes! I love it. It’s yours. Only yours.”
Just hearing those words nearly had me undone, and I had to pull out of her, grab the base of my cock, and focus on breathing until the edge wore off.
“Fuck, you nearly made me come.” I flipped her over, yanked her to the end of the bed, and spread her legs, standing between them and rubbing my piercing against her clit.
She mewed, thrashing her head and gasping, before I slid back inside her and leaned over her, wrapping my hands around her throat.
Her eyes lit up with pure ecstasy as I started thrusting into her, then kissed her hard, sucking her tongue into my mouth and biting her lips.
It was too much, this feeling. I couldn’t contain it any longer.
I forced her down onto my cock with every thrust, adding a little more pressure to her throat, not enough to cut off her air supply but enough to heighten every sensation.
Her hands gripped my forearms, her legs wrapped around the backs of my thighs as we both grew closer to the inevitable fall.
“Touch yourself, Ribelle,” I demanded, knowing that’s all she needed to detonate. “Scream for me.”
She reached between us, and the moment she circled her clit, she came with a strangled cry, my name echoing off the walls.
Our eyes locked, and I swore, my body shaking above her as I felt her pussy choke me again, tearing the orgasm right out of my soul.
I thrust twice, then stilled, breathing hard as I filled her pussy with more of my cum.
Collapsing, I buried my face in her hair and closed my eyes. I knew it would be incredible, but fuck, that was taking it to another level. Best sex I’ve ever had, because it was with her. She was made for me.
Remembering I was crushing her, I balanced on my arms, lifted my head, and smirked at her glowing, sated face. She looked well and truly destroyed. Pride filled my chest that I was the cause.
“I can’t feel my toes,” she sighed with bliss, and I chuckled.
“Useless things anyway.”
“Yeah. I’m good without them.”
I laughed and breathed her in. This. This was why I’d forced rare patience into my veins to have this moment. She was in my arms, not freaking out while my dick was still buried inside her.
“Hold on to me,” I commanded, knowing I needed to get her higher up the bed before we both passed out.
“Can’t. Zero energy.”
I smirked, forcing her arms to wrap around my neck, then moved her legs to my waist. I didn’t want to risk getting off her and having my dick slip out of its new favourite home, so this was the only way.
I wrapped my arm around her back and lifted her with mine, crawling up the bed until we both dropped onto the pillows.
She moaned, her eyes already closing. I lowered my head onto her tits, nuzzling them as her fingers lazily glided through my black hair. A small sound of contentment escaped me as my eyes drifted shut. I’d found my happy place.
“Your dick is still inside me,” she muttered sleepily.
“Is that a problem?”
She seemed to consider it before sighing, “No. I don’t want him to leave.”
“Good,” I groaned, feeling my cock twitch inside her. “You can start charging him rent because he has no intention of going anywhere. Get some rest, Ribelle. He’ll wake you up again soon.”
“Can’t wait,” she said with a soft smile painted on her lips.
Cazzo. Questa donna.