“I can hear your juiciness as you ride me.”
She looked away.
“No! Don’t do that. Look at me and accept what you want and how you want it. How I want it.”
“I don’t know how—”
“Yes, you do. Say it and make it so. If you want my cock, say you want my cock. If you want me to fuck your hot, wet pussy, then say it. Just like that.”
“I can’t.”
“You can’t?” He pushed so hard up into her that she screamed with agonizing pleasure and dug into his shoulders.
When she said nothing, he slammed up inside her again. He lifted her up and laid her down while he was still inside of her. Pulling her legs up, he pounded himself down into her—once, twice, and then again and again. If she was going to make him work for what he wanted to hear, then he’d work her for as long as it took.
It was an assault on her pussy, but she needed it and he wanted it. Her arms were around his neck and her moans were louder. He wanted it nasty and he intended to get it just that way.
“Tell me,” he rasped. He circled in her, and the second he hit her G-spot, she screeched up at him.
“I want it. Your cock—all of it. I want your dick so deep in me that it’ll make me cry.”
She was coming
, deep thick waves of silky juice, yet still she pumped against his hard cock. Sheets of it dripped out of her and ran down between them, but he wasn’t stopping if she wasn’t, so the dance stayed strong.
It was forty minutes later and he was still pumping into her. She was calling him by name and scratching down the length of his back.
He loved her nails digging into him. It meant she wanted more.
Another twenty minutes as the sweat rolled off him onto her, causing the sucking sounds to become more pronounced. It was no longer a battle, but he just couldn’t pull himself out of her and she wouldn’t let him.
She was tiring, he knew it, but he drove on. It was the only way. He had to show her that she wasn’t the one that had to be in charge all the time. He had to let her know that he could take over, and take care of any need she had.
“Enough?” he asked.
She could hardly breathe out her answer, but he heard it as enough. But still he pounded at her. She lay lax under him, a rubbery mass of delicious flesh. He had long ago stopped counting her orgasms and knew she was spent.
Her muscles gave a last grabbing twitch and it pulled the cum through his body like it was on a string. A flood of his baby juice splashed up into her and there wouldn’t be a single inch of her that wouldn’t contain a part of his seed. Mixing with her secretions, it melded together like their bodies—a heavy, breathing mass of pulpy skin.
He was too tired to move off her and she wasn’t strong enough to move him. Together they slept with him still inside her, and her holding him there.
In his slumber, he smiled. He knew when they awoke, he’d have her again. She would be so swollen that she would never be able to take his growing cock but would want it forever. And that’s when he’d know she was his.
The Ache (“O Ache”)
Kaia Danielle
“I’m gonna cuff your wrists, mulher.” Zumbi’s deep Brazilian accent clung to the smooth verbal game flowing out of his mouth. Kendra caught her breath and the phone slipped from her ear at his suggestion that her bound wrists be hung from the door.
You can do this, she told herself. Yes, in the privacy of her home. Kendra tightened her grip on the phone and returned it to her ear. She closed her eyes and let his words become images in her mind’s eye.
Kendra changed her position on the bed, sinking into submission.
Zumbi went on to describe how he would slide his soccer-sculpted, chocolate-dipped legs between her parted caramel knees. From her semisquat position, she could visualize his fingerlike toes stopping around her midtorso and fondling her erect nipples. Kendra shivered at the imagined contact. She loved it when he touched her sensitive nubs. It didn’t matter if he stroked her with his fingers, his toes, or his words.
She reached out for the metal bars on the headboard with her free hand, making her chest slide against the soft, petal-like sheets. She could almost feel the weight of his palm pushing into the small of her back, forcing her ass up higher while lowering her shoulders closer to the pillows.
Zumbi paused. She heard him slurp liquid into his mouth. Hot chocolate, no doubt.