Page 125 of Wild Thing
I knew that my work colleagues, especially Marie, would be beginning to notice my absence.
Despite logic,because nothing else mattered but us,I did what he asked.
I slid off the pallet, my knees weakened from my orgasm.
Turning around, I bent over the pallet, arched my back and pushed my ass out.
I heard his belt buckle release, knowing that he was about to unleash his enormous thickness into me.
He braced me, placing one hand on my hip, and the other at the base of his dick, inching me open. Small thrusts at first, easing me into taking his whole cock.
I couldn’t help but whimper. Small huffs escaped my lips. I could barely stand the teasing.
He pushed himself into me, and I took him to the hilt.
Seated, he stilled. “Feel that?”
I squeezed my pussy on him as a response.
Of course I fucking felt it.
He slammed into me once. “I want only you.”
Pump. “This.”
Thrust. “Us.”
Slam. Slam. Slam. Each word was accompanied by an almighty thrust. Like he was fucking the reassurance into me that he wasn’t going anywhere.
This was rougher, harder. It felt like a claiming and it was fucking ecstasy.
He drove himself into me over and over again. He gripped my ass so hard, I had to stifle another cry from the pleasurable pain that was ripping throughout my body.
He didn’t stop as he pumped his monster dick into me again and again and again.
“I want nobody else but you for the rest of my life," he panted, his voice hoarse. "Do you fucking hear me?"
I whimpered in response, driving my hips back meeting his thrust, once again taking his entire length into me.
I could feel my body beginning to boil as he fucked me with a force so powerful I was seeing stars.
He knew my body so well, driving into me with long, powerful strokes. I felt him throbbing on top of his deep thrusts, and that was enough to send me plummeting off the edge.
This orgasm was deeper, more intense as it released from my inner core, like a firework being shot up into the sky and then exploding.
Wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through my body.
My inner walls tensed, tightened and released over and over again.
I felt Brax on the brink of his own release at the sight and feeling of mine.
He pulled out quickly, basing himself as I spun around and dropped to my knees, wrapping my red lips around his huge, throbbing cock.
I gave it two long sucks, tasting myself, before he spurted deep down my throat. He groaned as he came in my mouth while I swallowed all of him.
I took my time licking him clean, but not before I smeared my red lipstick on his dick like an artist would autograph a painting.
He stroked my hair, watching the artist at work.
