Page 90 of Chemistry: The Chemist

Her fingers caressed her tresses as her head fell backward and she continued to come down on me, sliding down my dick so beautifully.

Like something from the hands of a skillful artist, she became art I wanted on my wall. Down every hall in my home. On my body. In my head. The sun’s rise as her backdrop was monumental.

“Ahhhhhhhh.” Labored breathing muffled her moans, yet they remained the greatest sound ever heard.

I gripped her waist, ready to send her flying off the edge. From beneath, I drilled into her, searching for the diamonds she had hidden in her pussy. With my ax, I hacked away at everything eating at her, everything worrying her, everything hindering her, and every doubt she had about us.

Before she came into my life, I was incapable. Things had changed. I was changing. And in the end, Eden would have the privilege of saying she’d experienced a love not even the books compared to.

Her climax was my goal. I needed her to glisten. Just as she had so many times before. As her body grew rigid, I knew it wouldn’t be long. My baby was near and I was right behind her.

“Yessss. Yessssss. Oh–”

“This dick about to cum, baby.”

“Oh fuck!”

Eden hunched forward, curving her spine as spasms from her center made her quiver. Contractions served their purpose, extracting my semen and filling her with my minions.

“Shit.”

Our movement halted. Both of us struggled to regulate our breathing. Once she had hers under control, Eden spun around on my dick and leaned forward. Her tongue traveled the length of my mouth, tapping the roof and then swirling around as if it were unfamiliar territory.

“Choc.” I chuckled, knowing exactly where this was headed.

“Shhh.” She gyrated her hips, slowly, awakening my softened tool.

She was truly amazing. From head to toe, I was still in awe of her.

“Whose is it, Chemistry?”

Staring up at her, I was rendered speechless. My rigidness allowed her to move freely. With her hands on my chest, she placed her feet flat on the bed and bent her knees until she was squatting. Eden never broke eye contact as she unmanned me with her slippery pussy and rare beauty.

“Whose is it, Chemistry?”

My government rolling from her tongue had me ready to bust in her shit, again. I cupped the sides of her face, bringing her down a notch and gaining full control of her destination, the time frame, and the intensity.

“Say my name again.”

“Whose is it?”

She deprived me.

“Ede–”

“Whose is it?” She moaned.

“Say it.”

I pushed forward, lifting from her bed and pinning her to it. I pressed a hand against her head and lifted her ass with the other, making sure she couldn’t run from the blows to her back.

Her defiance would cost her, but it was punishment she thirsted for. It was obvious by the way she scooted her legs upward, shortening her body to deepen her arch.

I fucking love this woman, I confessed with a shake of the head. She’ll be the fucking death of me.

I was balls deep in her shit, stroking with the intensity that matched my feelings.

“Ummmm,” she whimpered but never moved. Never attempted to alleviate the pain. Like a fucking champ, she ate every blow I threw at her.

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