Page 63 of Misadventures with a Time Traveler

“Push your breasts together.”

“Yes, my lord.”

I shift into place, moving up to straddle her torso, my cock nudging the tight, perfect groove she has created for me with her beautiful swells.

“Angle your head up, against that pillow, and open your mouth.”

“Yes, my lord.”

And then she is silent because she has complied with eager actions and lust-filled eyes—the same perfect depths that watch me now, brilliant and expectant and aroused. And waiting…

“I shall command your body with mine, Alessandra—right here, in the vale closest to your heart, so every beat of your blood will feel every throb of my desire. With each thrust, your mouth will accept my cock…and then my come.”

I correspond every description with its action so that my penis is couched by her lips and her tongue vibrates along my underside. Until the day my sorry life ends, I will not forget the sight of her glorious mouth sucking me in like this.

“Ventrebleu,” I grate. “You are magnifique, ma petite bouche.” I pull out, sliding my saliva-covered length back through her generous, hot swells. “Open again. Accept your absolution.”

I ram her harder.

“Again.”

Deeper.

“Again.”

Every time, the sluice is slicker. Her moans are harsher. Her mouth is better. Her nipples are harder.

My cock swells bigger. My balls pull in tighter. “Spread your legs, Alessandra.” I almost chuckle as she retorts with a growl, sending waves of pleasure through the erection I still have buried in her mouth. “I will not forsake you, ma femme. I promise. You shall have your redemption.”

I fulfill that vow right away. I steady my legs in between hers and test her tight cleft with my pulsing cockhead, ensuring she is truly ready for me. As my tip slides an inch without resistance, I angle my head up to take her mouth in a brutal kiss. Our moans join in complete hunger and clanging desire.

She is…my completion.

Of my journey. Of my life. Of my purpose.

Follow your heart, Maximillian…

She sighs for me. Shudders and moans and clings until she is fighting for air, just as I am. We finally force ourselves to drag apart and gasp for air in heaving breaths.

“Jesu.” I hide none of my wonderment, meshing my stare with hers while continuing savoring nips along her lush lips. “You taste…like heaven.”

Alessandra laughs softly. “I taste like you.”

She releases her breasts and slides her hands up to my shoulders. “I need more than your taste, Max.”

At the fervency in her voice, I roll my hips forward. As my cock settles deeper inside her, we release contented hums.

“And I need more of you.”

So much more.

She will never know how much.

Her grip tightens. Her eyes plead. Her lips part. “Fuck me again, Max. Please.”

But right here, right now, I shall attempt to show her…

All of it.