Can't Fix Cupid

He moves slowly, pulling out of me in torturously leisured strokes. Every time, it’s like he’s creating sparks of need deep inside, and that fire caves in around me.

“More.”

“You beg beautifully, darling,” he says into my ear.

I arch into him, and then he reaches down and hikes up my other leg until I’m completely wrapped around him.

And then he starts fucking me hard. Just the way I want.

No longer is this just a tender embrace of reacquaintance. Now he’s driving into me with insatiable need, feeding my starved soul with his intensity that I’ve missed.

He plunges into me hard and fast, and I drop my head back against the wall in ecstasy. “Oh, gods, yes,” I moan.

But he doesn’t let me off that easily.

He grabs my chin, pulling my face down again. “Eyes on me, darling,” he orders. “I want to look into your eyes when you come, understand?”

I nod, and his fingers drop to play with my clit again, pushing me up that delicious peak of pleasure.

“I’ve missed you so goddamn much. There’s no one else for me, Trix. Just you. Always you.”

“I’m yours.”

My words earn a growl of pure male possession. He starts battering my pussy, ramming into me like he wants to fuck me into oblivion.

“Your pussy was made for me,” he says, speaking the dirty words directly into my ear. “Do you hear the noises you’re making? Your sweet cunt is hugging my cock, dripping wet for me.”

“Yes…you feel so good inside of me, Warren.”

He hums in approval. “Next time I get you wet, I’m going to lick you from your tits to your slit, and taste your delicious cream as you come on my tongue.”

“Oh, fuck…”

I start grinding against him, desperate now for release. He takes my signal and starts plunging into me so hard that my back hits the wall, but I don’t care.

“Yes. Keep going.”

“Mmm. Such a naughty good girl. You like me fucking you like this? You like feeling my cock driving deep into your pussy, making you clench all over?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Good, because you’re mine. And I’ll never walk away from you again.”

His mouth comes down and sucks a nipple into his mouth, licking and teasing it, biting the edges.

My whole body tenses. His length drives me forward, slamming into me over and over again. The sound of our wet skin slapping together makes it all so much more erotic as his fingers dance over my clit.

Moans slip unbidden from my lips, and I can’t take it anymore.

“Warren,” I cry.

“I’ll take care of you, darling.”

His mouth descends onto mine again, his tongue diving inside at the same savage pace that he’s fucking me with. It’s powerful, all-consuming, unyielding, intense...and entirely Warren.

I come with a cry, the sound searing into Warren’s mouth as he captures every noi

se. The orgasm rips out of me like he stole it from deep inside my soul, and my whole body clenches around him.