Page 73 of Taking Chances

I press my lips to hers, giving her a passionate kiss before entering her to the hilt, knocking the breath out of her. Shit. She’s so fucking tight. And wet. And warm.

“You good?” I ask, grinding my teeth to stop my cock from thrusting into her even harder.

“You’re just… so big.”

My face contorts into a diabolical smile. I am just a man, after all. And what man doesn’t go feral hearing how big he is?

I pinch her nipples harshly, eliciting a wild, uncontrolled moan, before thrusting in again. Spreading her knees wider, I open her up for me. Tied up and under my control like this, she’s mine for the taking.

I pump into her at an unforgiving pace. Her perfect tits bounce with the movement, and I can’t resist taking one into my mouth. Her tight pussy grips me harder, and I almost come.

But what really pummels me toward the edge are the sounds she makes.

“Fuck, Lennox. Yes!” In between uncontrolled pants and moans. “Fuck me harder!” Who am I to say no to that request? “Yes, that thick cock fills me up so good!”

Fuck. Hearing sweet little Anne so untethered by my cock that she suddenly mastered dirty talk makes my balls tighten, ready to burst.

My head drops down to her lips again, swallowing her moans. My hand finds its way to her clit, rubbing it in quick circles. I hold off on my orgasm just long enough to feel her spasm around me, gripping my cock like a velvet vise. Lights flash in front of my eyes as she pulls me over the edge right behind her. My cock pulses inside of her, filling her with cum as I fill the room with grunts and animalistic moans.

Dropping down onto my elbows, our sweat-slicked chests heave with racing breaths. I don’t exit her. Not yet. Not until every last drop of my cum has seeped itself deep inside of her.

I use the time to untie her hands, noticing the glaring red marks the rope left on her soft skin. When I eventually exit her, she lets out a surprised breath. As if her body expected me to stay.

And I would. I could stay buried deep inside of her until I’m hard and ready to go again. But I need to tend to her wrists. And her emotions.

Leaving for the bathroom, I swish some mouth wash and return to the bedroom with a warm wet washcloth and a bottle of lotion. I clean her up thoroughly, admiring the way my cum drips out of her.

Never have I ever came inside of a woman bare before. I’ve seen my cum on almost every surface of the human body, but I’ve never seen it drip out of a perfect pink pussy.

Now I think I need to do this every single time. I need to fill Anne with my cum so deep she won’t be able to get rid of me for days.

I finish with her pussy before getting back up. Placing a gentle kiss on her lips, I breathe her in as she melts into me. The kiss turns less gentle when our tongues tangle together, but I break it to tend to her.

“I need to put some lotion on your wrists.”

“Oh,” she responds.

Lying beside her, I pour some lotion on my fingers and lightly massage her scraped wrists.

“That feels nice,” she croaks, inhaling deeply.

“Did it hurt?”

“Not really. It was more of a constant reminder I was tied up.”

“And how did that feel?”

“Really good.” She chuckles.

My hands get down her body, prickling her skin, and when they get to her hips, I remember spanking her ass. I turn her around to the side to massage some lotion on it. Her pale skin is still flushed in a gorgeous shade of red with marks from my palms. My hands lose themselves in the soft flesh as her breaths grow heavy.

I was never a fan of impact play. Dominating, yes. Ropes, yes. Some degradation, why not. But hitting and spanking—not really. Still, Anne’s porcelain skin made me desperate to mark her. And she seemed to have liked it.

Pouring more lotion, I massage her ankles as well before spooning her into me.

“I need to pee.” A shy whisper breaks the content silence, making me chuckle.

“Sure.” I point her to the bathroom. As she does her thing, I grab two bottles of water from the fridge and get my way back. She’s already lying on the bed, a blanket up to her neck.

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