“Don’t be.” I guided her face back to my dick. “I like it.” My fingers rested on her neck as I guided her down my length the way I wanted. I wanted to come inside her throat, fill her with enough come to make her choke again.
She kept going, and now that I was so deep in the moment, I couldn’t stop for anything. My neck tilted back toward the chair, and I inhaled a deep breath as I prepared for the explosion. The pleasure started in every part of my body before it moved down, slowly approaching my fat dick as it slid inside her. I moaned even before I came, my fingers digging into her neck. I closed my eyes at the moment of release, feeling the explosion as it entered her small throat. “Fuck.” I opened my eyes again and watched her take it all, not gagging even though it had to be uncomfortable, having her airway clogged like that.
It lasted an eternity, pleasure reaching new heights I’d never experienced. Time and space seemed to disappear, and I could feel every sensation to the micro levels. My dick had been sucked hundreds of times…but not like that.
She pulled my dick out of her mouth then moved into my lap. Her palms planted against my chest, and she straddled my hips with her knees. Her back arched as she leaned into me, her hair falling around my shoulders. Her hand slid into my hair, and she kissed me intensely, her tits pressing against my body as she leaned into it. “Now me.”
My fists were planted firmly into the mattress behind her knees as my hips thrust into her body at a rhythmic pace. It was an instance where the sex was so good that speed wasn’t a priority. It felt amazing, no matter what we did. Just being together was enough to make us both writhe in pleasure.
Eyes filled with fire looked up at me, perfect tits shaking with my thrusts, and the sexiest woman I’d ever seen stared at me like I was a god. Like I was the only man in the world who could make her feel this way.
She was flexible, so bending her into the perfect position was easy. I could get my entire length inside her while doing the least work possible. We moved together, our wet bodies sheathing each other in an orgasmic marathon.
I lost track of the number of times she came. Ever since she’d walked in the door, we’d been at it like two rabbits in spring. The furniture in my bedroom had been blessed with her naked body, and now I would never be able to look at my couch or dining table without thinking about her fine ass.
It didn’t matter how long we screwed; she was always wet.
That was such a turn-on.
Her hands slid up the back of my neck and into my hair, and she brought my lips to hers for a slow kiss. She breathed into my mouth as she ground against me, little moans escaping her lips and combining with mine. “Damien…”
My hips started to thrust harder as my instincts kicked in. My dick wanted to come, and it couldn’t resist the sexy moans of a woman like that.
“Yes…” Her lips stopped caressing mine altogether because she got swept away by the heat. She was a passionate lover, a woman unafraid to hide her high in the most obvious way possible. Her fingers dug deep into my hair as she started to buck against me.
I ground against her clit harder and got consumed by her performance. My body lost control, and I filled the condom as she released at the same time. We both lost our minds, surrendering to the euphoria created by our bodies. “Annabella…” I’d never enjoyed saying a woman’s name in bed as much as hers. It was such a sexy name, sexy enough to match the woman it belonged to.
We finished together, sweat on sweat, breath on breath.
I rested my forehead against hers as my breathing returned to normal. I was hot from the exertion but also so comfortable. I normally wanted to roll off in pursuit of space as quickly as possible, but I didn’t mind being this close with her.
She continued to breathe hard as she looked at me, her claws slowly withdrawing and releasing my skin. Her eyes looked deeply into mine, seeing something no one else ever saw. Then she gave me a kiss in conclusion, a final embrace that was still filled with longing.
How could I continue to want a woman so much?
I finally moved off her and cleaned up in the bathroom. The condom was disposed of in the trash for my maid to clean out, and I washed my face in the sink because the sweat made my skin shiny. Normally, I’d be in the shower, but I was eager to get back to her…for whatever reason.