I had never been loved like this before. Touched like this before. Held like this before. Our first fuck was incredible, but I hadn't had a chance to reflect on how it made me feel.
His kiss took my breath away. His fingers traced every curve of my body like I was a character from a Renaissance painting. He made me feel beautiful, and I couldn't get enough.
I held onto the back of his shirt and slowly peeled it over his shoulders. I ran my hands across his arms, gliding over his chest, burning with seething desire. The expectation empowered me, and I leaned back, bringing my legs into my hands, showing him my center.
I knew what he needed. He needed cunt. He needed dirty. His eyes told me he needed his filthy woman.
He ran his hand over my pussy, feeling my wetness soak through the soft fabric. I let out a shrill whimper as he pushed the lining to the side, sliding his fingers across my lips, and spreading my desire across my clit.
Using his hand, he parted my lips delicately. He groaned and sucked in my scent like an animal. As a sharp grin crossed his face, he entered me and stared into my eyes. "Baby girl," he groaned. "There we go. How much did you miss me?"
I let go of his chest, leaning back against that solid piece of concrete. I arched my pelvis forward and exhaled. "Daddy, take me," I said. "Fill me with your lust."
He spread my legs and groped my ass, dragging me toward his chest. His cock sprung against me. His length and girth was threatening, but this time, I wanted him to break me. I needed him to teach my pussy a lesson.
Forcing his cock between his thumb and forefinger, he pulled the foreskin tight and struck his thick crown against my clit. Beads of his desire stuck to my lips. "Look at me," he growled and took my chin into his hands, squeezing. "Look straight into my eyes."
I gazed into his darkness, witnessing the abrupt intensity of his lust turning physical. The thirst grew within, and he was hell-bent on giving me what my body was so clearly asking for. He was my temptation. When he penetrated me, I felt completion.
His fuck was everything.
There was overwhelming passion in his eyes as he bucked his hips forward. With his hands around my hipbones, he drove deep inside my pussy and brought another kiss down. His taste was the taste of love, and his touch gave me the assurance I needed to continue fighting for this. I had someone who understood me, but more importantly, I had someone I could depend on.
Gasping, I threw my arms around his neck. My pussy opened for him, lips draping over his cock. He turned into a beast, driving all his power into me. "Fuck me deep. Make me scream," I moaned, lips dragging across his cheek toward his ear. "I need you to discover every inch of my body."
I wanted him to turn me inside out. To give me his worst. To put some life back into this world.
He rolled his forehead against mine and clenched his teeth. "Are you going to be my good girl? You want me to fuck that tight little ass of yours?"
"Yes. Please, give it to me." I ground my hips forward and felt his balls smack against the tight hole of my backside.
I wanted to be bad. I wanted to be his dirty slut, his fuck toy for the apocalypse. Nothing mattered except our love, and though it was pure and equal, it was filthy and open to all things.
He thrust back and grinned, taking my cheeks in his hands to squeeze and spread. "My delicate fuck hole. I've been waiting for this," he grunted and forced me onto my knees. "Ass up, darling. Show me what you got for me."
I planted my palms against the cement and arched my back. "Like this, daddy?" I asked.
He smacked my ass and pressed his fingers against the underside of my thighs. "Higher," he commanded.
I balanced myself delicately against his hands, and he growled with approval. "Your pussy is dripping for me, sweetheart. Are you not scared about my size anymore?"
I shook my head, but my heart was practically pounding against my throat. Swallowing, I breathed intently and prepared myself for this new experience. He had shown me so much, and I had no doubt he would show me more. Whatever he asked me to do, I would do. I was his. His to mate. His for life.
He lowered his face and tasted my pussy from behind. Draping his tongue over my clit and delicate lips, I shook and felt the urge to drop back for more of him. But as soon as he rolled his finger past my lips, he spread his saliva against my asshole and licked it clean.
The pressure was foreign. I instantly tightened up, and my face turned hot from anxiety. I sat up and rocked my hips forward, but he quickly pulled me back down.
"There, there. Breathe, baby." He twisted his finger inside my pussy and arched it against my spot, restoring some calm into me. He slid it out and patted my lips. "It’ll be just like before. A slight bit of pressure before the fun."
I exhaled and nodded. "Yes, daddy. Anything for you."
He pressed his thumb against the tight skin of my hole. "Nice and slow," he moaned. "Yes, yes, yes."
My muscles turned tight, and my body started to shake. This wasn't as easy as last time. This was something entirely different. I bit the inside of my cheek and stared at the ground, wide-eyed and breathless.
He teased me with his tongue, trying for a second time with his fingers. I dropped forward and held back my tears, but my concern was obvious. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"I don't know… I don't know if I can do it," I said, anxiously breathing while remaining fixed in my position.