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My hand circles her ankle, the contrast of her caramel skin against my olive drives my desire, and I can’t wait to watch my cock pump in and out of her. My thumb caresses the outside of her ankle, waiting for her to comply.
“Kacie?”
She props herself up on her elbows, looking me straight in the eyes when she bites her lower lip. It’s sexy without intending to be with the furrow of her brow.
“But that’s not all the time, right? Like, sometimes I can conquer you too?”
Ah, this is like that good boy comment in the kitchen. Once I said she could, she felt more comfortable. This is similar to wanting to know the boundaries and expectations before we go any further. It’s her investigative side, the need to understand everything, and accessing every detail before deciding. I never stop caressing her ankle when I answer her.
“Do you want to conquer me now?”
She laughs, the lightness music to my ears that she’s not disgusted by what I like, and walks out the door.
“No, I don’t want to, but just in case.”
“Good.”
I remove my hand from her ankle to roll the condom on my cock, which hasn’t gone down in the slightest, while clarifying things.
“Hands and knees on the edge of the bed.”
She gives me an exaggerated wink, then flips over and backs into me. My hands are on her hips in an instant, my thumbs pulling her ass cheeks apart to expose that sweet dark hole I have been fantasizing about every time she lies on her back for a lift.
Her caramel skin shimmers in the soft light, her dark curls getting tighter with the heat we’re sending into the air. When she turns those glossy lips to me, asking what I’m waiting for, I grit my teeth and slowly push into her.
Her long moan matches mine, a shared pleasure as the tight ring of her pussy concedes to the intrusion of my long cock. Her soft folds welcome me in, sucking my cock deeper until I bottom out, and we both grunt in contentment.
“Taking me all in,” I verbalize what I see and feel, and my hands grip her hips tighter.
The pause at the bottom of her pussy, trying to hold off my orgasm, has her wiggling her voluptuous ass. It’s almost too much. I’m trying to hold off, hold back from pouring into her. When she starts to use my cock to fuck herself, I reward her in a way I know she already likes.
“Good girl.”
My palm slides over her velvety skin around her waist to her heavy breast dipping toward my mattress. The feeling of her under and around me is awesome. My only regret is the lack of a mirror in my room to watch her face as her pussy swallows my cock.
I continue to thrust into her, the rhythm becoming more urgent and desperate with each movement. Our bodies slap against each other, the sound of her pleasure filling the room. She arches her back, granting me deeper access, and I take full advantage of it, causing her moans to become screams.
With an impulsive squeeze of her breast, my hand retreats, trailing down her stomach and feeling the slickness of her arousal coating her thighs. I tease her clit with my fingertips, earning a gasp and a moan from deep within her throat. Her walls tighten around me as she rides the waves of pleasure, and I know she’s coming when she screams my name.
“I want to taste you again,” I growl, pulling out of her dripping pussy and squatting to bury my face between her cheeks.
She jolts forward in surprise. My hands firmly clasp the front of her thighs to pull her back to me as I spread her wide to expose her wetness. My tongue dances over her folds, lapping up her sweet taste as if it were the finest delicacy. She writhes beneath me, her fingers briefly touching my hand as she lets out a string of pleas to go back to fucking her.
“Oh, G . . .”
Her body trembles, and another wave of pleasure courses through her. I hold her tightly, supporting her as she rides out her orgasm. I savor the taste of her on my lips, reveling in the knowledge that I could bring her such ecstasy. Her upper body sinks to the mattress, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. The movement thrusts her pussy into my nose. My face is soaked, drinking in her core and breathing in her essence.
She’s putty in my hands. Her knees wobble, and her thighs tremble. The sensations vibrate through her, and I stand to slide back in with little resistance. Her multiple orgasms have opened her walls, creaming my dick and dripping out of her. It’s sloppy and wet. The sound of my flesh hitting hers is intoxicating and fuels me to take her harder as I barrel toward my release.
Her face is turned to the side, her eyes hooded in pleasure, holding onto the sheets as best she can while lost in ecstasy, sending me over the edge.
“Scream my name,” I command, my voice laced with a primal hunger. “Let the whole world know who’s making you come.”
I thrust into her one final time, feeling my climax tidal wave over me. My name doesn’t come out as the roar I wanted. It seeps out in a breathless purr that sounds even better. With a guttural groan, I empty myself inside her, the warmth of my release soaking my cock inside the condom. My chin raises toward the ceiling as my eyes close, savoring the rush coursing through my veins that’s better than any pump the gym can provide.
This is the feeling I’d chase every day if I could. Being intimately connected as one, a melding of bodies in pleasure while freeing my mind of its incessant chatter. The security of being inside someone I care for, placing my trust in them to be my authentic self, and finding acceptance in the process. This iswhat I want with Kacie. To be there for her as she’ll be there for me. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.
I open my eyes to catch her gaze when she moves underneath me.
