Page 4 of Crossroads of Love

I used to hate that mirror, but now, I love watching him fuck me. It’s the hottest thing ever.

I moan softly with each thrust, my body already adjusting to his every movement. My mind empties of everything.

It’s the nicest feeling in the world, and it happens a lot with him.

“You like that?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

I reach back and grip his hands, needing him closer to me.

He slows down, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in with a forceful grunt. I whimper in pleasure, my core clenching around him.

“Is that what you want, baby? For me to fuck you like this?”

“Yes.” My words come out in short gasps. “Yes, I do. Harder, please.”

He picks up speed, his thrusts harder and more urgent. My body responds to his movements, my hips bucking to meet him.

“Are you ready to come again?”

“God, yes, please, please, please.”

He slams into me, his shaft hitting my G-spot every time.

My soul has exited my body. This is incredible.

The tension builds in my core, the familiar electric pulses coursing through me in anticipation.

“That's it, baby. Come for me again.”

I shatter around him, my pussy gripping his hard cock. He lets out a long groan.

“Lena, yes,” he hollers as he continues to pound into me. “Look at me.”

Our eyes lock in the mirror just as he growls louder and fills the condom with his seed. How he’s looking at me right now is the hottest thing ever. It’s like he wants to possess, own, and eat me for breakfast in the most loving way.

He stills and slowly pulls himself out of me before he removes the condom and throws it in the trash. I collapse on the bed before rolling off it.

“Where are you going?”

“I…”

“I’m not done with you. Come here and let me hold you.”

With pleasure.

With a grin, I do as he asks. He climbs up beside me and tugs me into him. He kisses the top of my head as I rest it on his chest.

I love how he goes from nasty and defiling, rough sex to this incredibly sweet man who wants to hold me.

This is heaven. I feel so safe with him.

“Kyle is having a New Year’s Eve party back home. I told him we would stop by.”

“You did what?”

“I told him we would stop by.”

---