Page 78 of The Thug And His Doll

Reaching up, I stroke my knuckles against her jaw. “I want to see you. Sit up, Lia, Take what you need. Fucking use me,” I urge her.

She bites her lip, her eyes grazing mine as she slowly lifts upwards and my hands fall to her rounded hips. Slowly, tentatively, she begins to rock her hips, her internal walls gripping my cock as she moves, and I swear to all that’s holy, I go blind for a second.

“Fuck, Lia. You feel so good. Your pussy hugs me so damn tight,” I groan, my mouth falling open as I watch her from hooded eyes, drinking in every curve of her body.

“This feels… I feel… So full,” she cries, her big, beautiful tits bouncing as she gathers confidence and begins to fuck me the way we both need.

“That’s it, doll. Use me. Fuck me into next week, I can take it, baby.”

Reaching up I grasp her breasts, squeezing them gently, my cock jerking as she rises up on her sexy-as-fuck thick thighs before sinking back down. I watch my cock drive into her, the apex of her thighs glistening with lubrication. I’m fucking mindless with desire as she cries out and I roll her nipples, pinching them between my fingers and thumbs.

Up and down she slides, the sounds of her arousal conjuring up an intense feeling in the bottom of my spine. My impending orgasm builds there, gaining in size as my fucking toes curl and I drag in a breath, holding it in my chest, not wanting to come yet. I have to wait. I have to wait until she comes first, but damn she’s making it so fucking hard.

“Look at you. Look at how fucking stunning you are,” I exclaim, overwhelmed by her beauty, her power over me as she rides my cock. “You’re a goddess. I could die a happy man right here and now.”

“Please don’t,” she murmurs, laughter in her eyes, quickly eclipsed by the desire that runs rampant across her features as she flops forward, arching her spine and pressing her pendulous breasts in my face.

Not one to ignore what’s offered, I take her nipple in my mouth, sucking on her, my hands sliding around to her arse as she rocks back and forwards. Her thighs squeeze my hips and I urge her to move faster, my cock drenched with her wetness, engorged, fucking aching to come.

“Drix! God, I’m going to come,” she moans, using me so fucking good.

Lost to the moment, Lia lets go, her movements jerky, shaky as she rides me. Her pussy greedy as it tightens around my cock. Reluctantly I release her breast, saliva pooling in my mouth as I reach up to grab her hair, my fingers curl into the strands.

“Then come, doll. Come all over my cock.”

The guttural moan that releases from her lips, and the tightening walls of her pussy has my own orgasm barrelling out of me as we come together. She cries out my name, both of us lost in each other, in the excruciatingly beautiful orgasm that takes me to another place momentarily. Bright, white light blinds me as I press my eyes shut and succumb to her completely, my balls tightening as I release a stream of hot cum deep inside of her.

“Lia,” I breathe, blinking back the aftershocks of my orgasm as she presses her forehead against my shoulder.

“That was… that was everything I needed,” she whispers, her breath warm against my skin, her body quaking against mine as she rests her whole weight against me.

I hold her close, my arms wrapping around her. I already feel bereft at the thought of sliding out of her. I don’t want this moment to end.

“I want to hold you like this forever. I never want to let you go, Lia.”

“Thank you, Drix,” she murmurs back, her soft hair falling around us both in a shroud as she pushes upwards, looking down at me. She brushes her lips against mine, softly, almost shyly.

“Lia, I meant what I said earlier.”

“You love me?” she questions, frowning a little.

I reach up, easing my finger between her brows. “I do. There’s nothing that I don’t love about you.”

She smiles then. It’s tentative, a slow curve of her lips, a light in her eyes that warms me from the inside out.

“I feel it,” she says, running her hand down my cheek, my neck, resting on my chest. “You make things better, Drix. You make me feel as though I can be me again. Thank you,” she adds emphatically.

I grin, and the laugh that rumbles up my chest is so damn cathartic. “Don’t thank me just yet. I’m still not done with you,” I playfully warn her.

“Really?” she challenges, biting on her lip as I push upwards, holding her in my arms.

Straddled over my lap, my hands fall to her hips, my fingers squeezing her flesh as I press kisses against her collarbone, lavishing my tongue in the hollow of her neck.

“Really,” I confirm, wanting to keep us joined together for as long as possible.

“You’re not tired?” she asks, gasping as I reach up and cup her breasts, rolling the pad of my thumb over her nipples.

“Not even close. In fact, I’ve never felt more energised, more alive,” I reply, ducking my head to capture her in my mouth.

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