Page 50 of Unloaded
“I won’t,” I assure him. I don’t know who he’s talking to in his dream, but he sounds so desperate, so broken that I’ll do whatever it takes to calm him down. He grabs me pulling me close when I speak.
“Promise me!” he demands, gruffly, shaking me slightly.
“I promise.” He tightens his hold on me, mumbling things I can’t understand. Eventually he begins to relax and drops back into a deep sleep. My heart races. Is this why he’s reluctant to have a relationship?
There’s no way to know without confronting him about it in the morning. However I fear if I do that, I’ll lose whatever time I might have had with him. I’m not going to take that chance. I lay awake a long time listening to his heartbeat and breathing. I finally drift off again.
I’m awoken sometime later, feeling the bed moving. The covers are thrown back, suddenly chilling me. I roll onto my back to protest, but when I see a very naked, very hard, very ready Rosco moving over me, any complaint leaves my mind to be filled with a list of carnal things I want to do to and with this man.
“Good morning, angel.” I grin at him as he kneels between my open thighs.
“It is indeed a good morning,” I muse, sitting up to cup both sides of his face in my hands and kiss him. I should be worried about nasty morning breath, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He kisses me back, taking my breath.
He pushes me back down to the mattress, our lips never losing contact. His tongue spears into my mouth, taking what he wants. He breaks the kiss after a bit but follows with a couple of quick pecks.
“Be good, angel,” he whispers against my lips. “I woke up hungry. I need you.” I swear the look on his face when he pulls back is almost enough to make me come right then. He trails his mouth down my body right to where I want him. I lift my hips eagerly, knowing just how good he’s going to make me feel.
“Mmmm,” I hum as he gets down to business, licking and flicking my clit. It feels too good. I’m so wet his fingers slide inside easily. “Oh God!” I cry, my hips enthusiastically lifting to fuck his face and hand.
He keeps at me, building the impending orgasm to a fevered pitch. I grasp the sides of his head, needing something to hang on to so I don’t fly away. He curls his fingers inside me to stroke my g-spot, and I’m gone. “Rosco!”
Wave after intense wave of bliss washes over me. I’m riding the waves when suddenly his mouth leaves me and I cry out in protest, quickly to be stifled with a groan as he enters me in one hard thrust. “Ohhhh!”
“You feel so fucking good, angel,” he growls as he pushes into me over and over again, setting a hard and fast pace. “I woke up hard as steel, needing to be inside you again.” He thrusts harder.
“What have you done to me?” he demands, almost sounding angry. His hips slapping against mine. I meet him thrust for thrust, tilting my hips upward with each stroke.
“Nothing you haven’t done to me,” I wheeze out breathlessly as we continue our frenzied fucking. Harder and harder, hepounds into me, building yet another impeding explosion in my core. I’m getting close again, but just can’t seem to fall over the edge. He pulls out suddenly.
“On your knees,” he commands, and I quickly comply, rolling onto my elbows and knees. His hand lands between my shoulders pushing my upper body down to the mattress while he forces my knees apart with his, spreading me wide.
He enters me from behind, again with the relentless assault on my pussy. He leans over me, his left hand bearing his weight beside my head. His right hand is holding my hip to keep me from moving up the mattress by his powerful movements.
“I can’t get enough of you, angel.” His breath fans over my shoulder and right ear, strengthening the growing fire in my clit. “I knew once wouldn’t be enough. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”
Fire races along my shoulder as he trails his tongue over my upper back. It feels so good. His mouth lands where my neck and shoulders meet. His sucks hard over the tendon there, his teeth digging in slightly. He’s making a hickey, but I don’t even care. I want him to mark me. I’ll have that to remember him by, at least until it fades.
On and on he fucks me from behind, keeping me close to the edge, but not enough to push me over. I can’t tell how long we’ve been at this, but I know it far exceeds any sex I’ve ever had, timewise or sensation wise, including last night, which up until this moment had been my best ever.
My legs are trembling and sweat is beading on my skin and dripping from my face. I can feel his sweat falling ont0 my back. This is by far the most sensual experience I’ve ever had. I never want it to end.
A grunt escapes him with every impact. He must be getting close himself, because he changes the angle slightly and reaches around to tease my clit with his right hand. That is all it takesfor me to come undone. “Rosco, oh God!” I cry as I shatter into a million pieces.
He pounds harder, gasping both my hips in his hands, jerking me back into every thrust, and sending overwhelming waves of pleasure through me. He buries himself as deep as he can go, holding the position as he empties himself. Then he leans over me to blanket me with his sweat soaked body.
“So fucking good, angel,” he whispers in my ear. He lazily pumps his hips while kissing my shoulder, then resting over me without crushing me with his weight. We lay this way for several minutes, both of us trying to recover. Eventually he pulls out and leaves me alone in the bed. “Be right back.”
My legs are still bent up with my ass in the air. It takes some doing as my legs don’t want to move, but I finally get them straightened out, leaving me prone on the bed. With my head turned toward his side, I watch him come out of the bathroom.
He is gloriously naked with a washcloth in his hand. His cock, still half hard, juts out from his body. His upper half is covered in ink. Intricate patterns in black cover his arms and chest. He is perfection as if God sculpted him just for me.
I love watching his thigh muscles move as he stalks toward me. That is the only way to describe how he walks. He is a predator, and I’m his prey, but I’m not afraid. I want to be caught and devoured again and again by this magnificent beast.
“You better stop looking at me like that,” he counsels, “or I’m going to have to fuck you again.” I give him a lazy smile.
“Is that supposed to be a threat?” I ask, rolling to my side to face him, propping my head on my hand. His eyes drift to my peaked nipples, which are still red and swollen from his thorough attention. He honest to God growls.
“You’re not an angel,” he complains, climbing onto the bed. He pushes me onto my back. He spreads my legs and washes my pussy with the cloth in his hand. He pitches it in the directionof the bathroom door and slides into bed next to me. “You’re a witch!”
