Page 109 of Hell Hath No Fury

He resumes his previous position, resting on his elbows, watching me closely as I take a settling breath. Slowly, I start again, caressing and massaging my body as he watches, his eyes closely tracking the movement of my hands. A gasp falls from my lips, and his eyes meet mine as I brush my fingers over my pussy, my words a harsh whisper, “Lie back.”

He does what I ask without question, scooting back onto the bed so he’s sprawled in the middle of the mattress. My eyes onmy prize, I crawl up beside him, my hands rubbing over his chest before moving to the fastening on his trousers.

His hands grab onto mine, stopping me from continuing, so I look up at him sternly. “Excuse me. I was in the middle of something.”

“Maybe I should shower first,” he mutters breathlessly, and I laugh, swatting his hands away and going back to unbuttoning and unzipping as I retort, “You’re the cleanest man alive, even on your least clean days.”

His smile is somewhat awkward, but refusing to be deterred, I push his pants and underwear down enough to free his cock. Brushing my fingertips along the smooth skin, his breath hitches, his hips lifting into my touch. “Whatever you say, love.”

Most of our intimate moments have consisted of him taking care of me in one capacity or another, not because I’m unwilling but because he’s so keen on bringing me as much pleasure as he possibly can. He consistently puts his own needs on a back burner as he sends me over the edge over and over again, but now, I feel this intense need to return the favor, to give and give and give until he begs me to stop.

Bending forward, I lick a line from base to tip, reveling in his soft moan, his hands gripping the sheets, the slight tremor in his legs. Shifting my body around, I kneel between his spread legs, my hand gripping his cock firmly, my eyes locked with his as I tease the tip with my tongue.

“You don’t have to do that,” he whispers, his words strained as I suck him into my mouth.

Smiling around him, I moan, the euphoria on his face increasing the feeling of power pulsing through me, so I do it again, deeper, louder this time.

He manages to keep still, though I can see it’s not without great effort on his part. I lick and suck, occasionally fondling hisballs, learning what he enjoys the most until I have him right on the cusp of spilling into my mouth, and then, I stop.

He lets loose a guttural moan, his head shaking back and forth in frustration. “Fuck. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

I move up his body, placing a knee on either side of his hips, taking his cock deep inside me. I lean over him, licking and kissing a path up his neck and along his jaw, then placing a quick open-mouth kiss against his lips. I hug him to me, burying my face against his racing pulse, breathing deeply the scent of him, of us.

“I’d have you come down my throat, but that seems like such a waste,” I murmur against his ear, my slick cunt sliding along his dick.

His breath hitches, his eyes locking with mine as I sit up, my hands braced against his chest as I begin to move over him. His mouth drops open, his eyes almost seeing through me as he moans, “You feel so fucking good.”

Rotating my hips, I move my hands to my breasts, his eyes widening slightly as I tug and pinch my nipples, increasing the speed of my rotating hips, the cadence of the up and down slide along his cock.

He curses again, almost violently, and his head turns away, his eyes squeezing shut. Releasing my nipples, I fall forward, bracing myself by placing my hands on the mattress on either side of his head, the shift in position drawing his attention back to me.

“Come inside me,” I command hoarsely, slamming my quivering cunt down on him forcefully, grinding down, and then pulling off again.

“Wait,” he mutters, his eyes widening as understanding breaks through the cloud of pleasure. “What about yo—“

“Now,” I insist, rotating my hips, sliding up and down, up and down in a frenzied cadence. “Come. Please.”

“Oh, fuck.” His words are pained as if they’re being ripped out of him along with his orgasm. His abs strain as he sits up, his hands move to my ass, squeezing, yanking me down on top of him, his cock spearing deeply inside me as he moans, “I’m fucking coming. Holy fuck, I’m coming. Take it. Take it all.”

His dick pulses, the involuntary clenching of my insides a natural reaction to his words, his squeezing hands, his hot breath and lips on my neck as he comes and comes and comes.

Slowly, he falls back onto the bed, his hands releasing me and falling limply at his sides. His eyes are half-closed, and his lips are curved up slightly. I watch as his breath turns from gasps to sighs.

A giggle escapes as I raise myself off him, a deep primal satisfaction rushing over me at the feel and sound of his release inside me and on him.

Moving back between his legs, I once again lick his cock from base to tip, smiling as he peeks an eye open, watching me. Bracing myself on my elbows, I grip his dick in one hand, teasing the tip as I ask, “How many do you think you can give me?”

His eyes widen, a breathless laugh escaping. “I have no idea, but if you break it you buy it.”

“Don’t forget your safe word, Antonio.”

His eyes widen, and his brows raise. “Oh, will I be needing that?”

I lift a shoulder, kissing and licking his hardening cock. “You did say you wanted to breed me until my pussy is overflowing.”

“I did,” he replies slowly, already relaxing against the mattress, giving himself over to me. “I sure did.”

I continue to use my hands and mouth to bring him right to the edge, and then, once again, I straddle his hips, sliding my drenched pussy down onto his dick. I set a slow rhythm at first, riding him languidly, enjoying the feel of him against mysensitive inner walls, the gasps and moans that fall from his mouth as it lets me have control.

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