Page 111 of Break Me Not

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… I love you!”

She came with an explosive cry, and I wasn’t too far behind. I rocked us together as we rode out the waves, the wetness between us turning everything into a slippery mess and only making it that much more erotic.

I placed my lips against her thigh and left sweet kisses as she came back to herself.

“Play with that needy little cunt of yours,” I whispered and bit her skin.

“I don’t know if I can take it again,” she confessed.

Her hair was sticking against her forehead from the sweat. Her chest was heaving with her heavy breathing. She’d never looked more beautiful. Or more mine.

I pulled out so I could look at how sinfully her cunt swallowed up the dildo.

“Look at you taking Mommy’s cock so well. I think you have at least one more in you.”

I went slowly, focusing on the rock of our hips instead of harshly pounding into her. My fingers found her clit, and I took over, running quick horizontal strokes against it.

“Does Mommy’s cock feel good, baby girl?”

“So good,” she moaned as we both gripped the sheets, now beginning to bunch up around us.

“Tell me, has anyone ever fucked you as well as I do?”

“No one, Mommy.”

She rolled her hips against mine, and I couldn’t stop looking down at how her cunt stretched around the toy.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this. Turn over for me, baby.”

I pulled out and helped her onto her stomach, her ass up and waiting. I ran my finger down her folds, spreading them so I could see just how needy her pussy was for me.

Giving into my desires, I licked her from clit to entrance, and she jerked against me, letting out a shuddered breath.

I positioned myself behind her and entered her with one thrust.

“Mmm, yes, Mommy. You treat me so good.”

“You deserve it, baby.”

I pulled my hand back and slapped her ass. Her intake of breath had a shiver running down my spine.

“Again?”

“Please.”

I slapped her ass again between thrusts, then kneaded the red, abused flesh. My fingers traveled over the tattoos on the side of her ass, teasing her. My pleasure was a plus from the toy, but the biggest payoff was her.

“One more, baby,” I purred. “One more, then we can call it a day.”

“Oh, thank God. I don’t think I can hold on. Permission to come, Mommy?” she asked, her thighs already shaking.

“Permission granted. Come for me, my love.”

It only took a couple more thrusts before she buried her head in the bed and came with a satisfied, albeit weaker, cry.

When I finally pulled out of her, we fell into a pile on the bed, arms and legs wrapped around each other. She clung to me like she was afraid I’d disappear. I clung to her for the same reason, neither of us able to speak.

But that was fine. The silence said everything that needed to be said.