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“Do you like it?”
I like that we always check in, ensuring the other feels good and enjoys how things are going. My nightmare would be to have done something she dislikes and never see her again. Losing her is fast becoming my greatest fear.
“I do. You’re so deep. It’s as if I can feel every inch of you.”
I flash her a knowing smile.
“I know. Now be a good girl and relax so I can go all the way in.”
Little does she know the way her body is holding her upright is tightening her legs and lower body, pausing my progress of going all the way into her pussy. When a small O shapes her lips, she resumes her current position, her body relaxing, allowing me to slide home. Our shared groan when I bottom out at her cervix is hot, and I pause to relish the feeling before drawing slowly back out.
“Yes.” Her voice is hoarse with desire. “Feels amazing.”
I can’t hold back my grunt as I start to move. My hips piston forward with a slow, measured rhythm. She grabs hold of the pillow, her nails digging into the fabric as my thrusts push her forward. Her hips arch upward, invitation clear, and I thrust deeper, feeling the snug heat of her pussy enveloping me completely.
“Yes, you do.”
My grip on her hips tightens, the force of my cock plunging into her ripples across her flesh, and her body moves with considerable force toward the headboard. She throws out a hand, bracing herself against the carved wood as I take her over and over again. Her tight walls feel like velvet against my cock, clutching me tightly when I clench my legs over hers.
I grab another pillow and stuff it on top of the other, which bends her waist even more and angles her butt higher. She moans at the change, her hand rolling into a fist against the headboard. I’m thrusting down into her, steep and unrelenting until she screams out my name. I pump faster and harder, my sweat dripping onto her back without her noticing how loud and long she screams. Her pussy expands and contracts with pleasure, the rings clenching me harder and making me almost climax and then releasing to allow me to plunge harder.
I’m practically straddling her, my cock so deep I never want to come out when I see her asshole unexpectantly gape. It’s a pleasant surprise, one I’m more than happy to fill to test the waters and gauge her reaction. I don’t stop pumping into her, hard and fast, while I wet my thumb and slip it inside. She moves forward in surprise, a glance over her shoulder, and I give her a mischievous wink.
Trust and surprises. I’d never hurt her. She knows that unexpected actions can be very pleasurable if done correctly. I’m in and out before she can utter a word, which she doesn’t, as another orgasm rockets through her. I keep my thumb on her hole, circling, teasing, and removing it altogether. It’s strategic—the way I’m taking her. Giving her what she wants, taking what I need, and sampling what lies ahead.
“Did you like that, my good girl?”
My voice is thick with desire, even to my ears. And when she wiggles her ass, I almost lose it. Maybe she’s too shy to say it or too lost in her climax, but I don’t waste any time rewarding her with my thumb pushing inside her. She moans my name repeatedly as I plunge my cock down into her until my balls tingle and my climax rolls through me with a shudder.
Sweat continues to drip off me, mixing with the perspiration beading at her lower back while riding out the amazing sensations sweeping over me. She is motionless, having stopped trying to fuck me back to receive and enjoy instead. My thumb slides from her gaping hole when my body comes to a stop. She’s panting into the pillow, her breath harsh and ragged. Sudden worry fills me, and I sweep her tight curls, blocking her face to check on her.
“Kac?”
A brief smile appears on her lips, but her eyes are closed. I internally panic that it must have been too rough for her, and I fear I might have scared her off. My mind starts racing withguilt and regret. But then her eyes snap open, and she grins mischievously at me.
“If that is plundering, I’ll take more, please, and thank you.”
Relief surges through me. I move backward off her hips to ease the stress I put on her back, and my cock slides out of my favorite place.
“I worried I got a little too carried away with you.”
I squeeze her cheeks, kneading them before sliding my thumbs to her waist to use our sweat to rub away the possible soreness.
“It’s this juicy ass of yours. All I want to do is dominate it.”
With me kneeling at her legs, she twists her upper body, revealing those equally delicious breasts of hers. The thought of her blowing me in between them makes my cock twitch.
“Conquered, dominated, plundered. All synonymous terms at this point.”
She waves a carefree hand in the air before smoothing back her wild curls. I move to the edge of the bed, standing to give her space to stretch while I get rid of the condom.
“Not too much?”
I await her answer as I roll the full condom off my cock and decide I’m going to paint her with my cum next time.
“No, O.G., definitely not too much.”
She flips onto her back with a groan, bed lines crisscrossing her body from the sheets that I molded her into.
