He was complimenting me when he was the one who looked like a porn star.
He leaned down and kissed the valley between my tits, devouring the skin with his sexy kisses.
My left hand fisted his hair, my heavy wedding ring still on my hand. I never left the house without it because that would make Lucian beat me. I didn’t take it off and place it on Balto’s nightstand because I couldn’t afford to lose it. If I lost it…Lucian might actually kill me.
“Baby?” He lifted his gaze and hovered his lips near mine.
My fingers dived into his hair, and I hooked my legs around his waist. This was enough to get me off, just being skin-to-skin with this sexy stud. I knew nothing about him besides his first name, but he brought me more joy than Lucian ever had. Now I regretted my sacrifice even more because I hadn’t realized what I’d be giving up. I’d be fucking this man every single night if I were free. I’d be fucking his brains out until he got tired of me.
He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me, giving me a kiss so slow and heavenly I felt like I was drifting. His kisses were purposeful, sexy, delicious. He kissed the corner of my mouth, sucked my bottom lip, and then gave me his tongue.
My hips started to grind into him, my clit rubbing against his beautiful cock. Every time I felt that hardness next to me, my clit throbbed a little harder. The contact was so sensual, so powerful. My breath came out shaky in his mouth, and my fingers clawed harder at his hair.
“Should I fuck you like this?” he whispered against my mouth. “Is that how you want it?”
“I…” I squeezed his hips harder. “I want to fuck you.”
He stopped grinding against me, his lips immobile.
“I want to get on top of you…and fuck that cock.” I needed to ride his cock at the pace I wanted, to enjoy feeling him exactly how I wanted to feel him. I wanted his hands on my tits, my clit against his pelvic bone. I wanted to fuck this beautiful man until he grunted like a bear.
He continued to stare at me with a gaze so dark there was a shadow across his eyes.
My legs loosened around his waist, and I rolled him onto his back, feeling his muscles tighten and shift with the action.
He lay back with his head on the pillow, his enormous cock against his stomach. It gleamed from the smeared arousal he’d drawn from my slit. With perfectly maintained balls, he looked like a man who had his dick sucked often. He reached for a condom and rolled it on, leaving a generous pouch at the end. “Get to it.”
I straddled his hips and let my pussy rest against the latex of the condom. My clit liked the feeling of his rock-hard cock against it. He was so warm, so hard, and the sensation was better than any vibrator I’d ever used. My hands started at his stomach and slowly migrated upward, over the grooves in his physique, and then I approached the slabs of concrete on his chest. “You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever been with…” I would never say something like that if I weren’t high. But I was so out of my mind that I wasn’t censored. I didn’t care if I inflated his already large ego. This sexy man could be as arrogant as he wanted to be.
His fingers went to my hips, and he squeezed me as he rocked against me slightly, a quiet moan coming from his lips. He probably had woman fawn over him all the time, but he seemed genuinely aroused by my compliment.
I pressed my palm against his chest to steady myself as I pointed his cock at my entrance. I had to slide backward because he was too long for me to lower myself directly down. My pussy was so wet that I slid down his pole with no effort at all. We fit together perfectly, my wet pussy welcoming him deep inside. I sat on his dick, my ass against his balls, and I closed my eyes at how incredible it felt. I was stretched to my breaking point, and I was full from my entrance to cervix. It even hurt a little, just as it had during my first time, but the pain was totally worth the pleasure. “Oh god…” I tilted my head back and groped my own tits, my mind so high in the clouds that I couldn’t think clearly. The walls of my imprisonment had been destroyed, and all I could do was feel…feel the throbbing pleasure between my legs. It was all physical intimacy, sex, and spirituality. Just feeling his fat cock inside me was enough to make my hips buck involuntarily with a climax.