“What do I do next?” She bites her lip, her hand playing with my erection.
I groan, my head lulling back in my hands for a minute. “Goddamn, princess. Shit. Okay. Get on your knees and lean over me. Take my cock between your breasts, and use your hands to squeeze them as tight around me as you can, then bounce up and down. But put on a show. I want to see you enjoying pleasing me. Don’t let me down, okay, puppet?” I take one hand and move her hair out of her face and behind her ear when she gets in position.
“I do enjoy it. There is something so hot about you watching me with that hungry look. Still dressed from your hat to your shoes. Only your big cock out.”
I quirk a brow. I know I’m big, but hearing her say it never gets old.
“Every time you open that sweet mouth, you say things dirtier than the last. You like driving me mad,” I tell her, and she giggles.
“I sure do. I like that power you keep telling me about.”
“Less talking, more showing me how you plan to use it.” Keeping my hands behind my head, I watch the masterpiece unfold as she does what I told her to. Once my cock is nestled deep in her chest, she starts to move up and down, and I let her know I like it. “Yeah, just like that, baby. You’re doing so good. Fuck.”
She picks up speed, watching my face as it warps and twists into pleasure. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never been with a woman as gifted as Hanna. All the ones I’ve been with have been average size but usually a lot less full. But Hanna? God… Hanna—she is perfect. I told her this, but there is no other woman who could ever compare.
She has it all. The body. The brains. The sex appeal. The same lust and hunger that matches mine.
Fuck.
“Am I doing it okay, Theo?”
I bite my lip, nodding, my cock twitching when she goes all the way down and licks the tip. “What the fuck, baby? Where did you learn that?” Jealousy starts to seep in. I know she’s had sex, but she told me it was standard first-time, basic shit. Did she lie to me?
She shakes her head. “Nowhere, just couldn’t help it.” She starts blushing.
“Holy fuck.” I connect the dots. “You like oral sex, don’t you?”
She nods again, still working my cock without pause, and this nearly sends me over the edge.
“I bet you do. I’m about to fucking ruin you. Lift your head back so I can come on your neck and tits.”
Hurrying, she does, and with a few more pumps and me watching my own fantasy play out in front of me, I come. So hard. And I watch the hot spurts shoot out and cover her throat and slide down that beautiful column to her heavy breasts.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, baby!” My orgasm overtakes me. I could do this for hours. Be lost with her, spend any time I can between her legs, touched by her, and pleasing her.
“Wear that while I take you.” I grab her, choking her enough to keep her in place, while I own her mouth. My cum spreads between my fingers, and she cries out when I lift her dress and slam into her so fucking hard. I need her to feel my possession, my obsession with her. The fact that I would rather keep her in my hands than breathe.
“I need your skin. Please.”
I don’t want to stop fucking her, but I have to give my woman what she wants. Not removing my cock from her, I sit up on my knees and take off my shirt. She eyes my abs, and her fingers trail down the center and end on my Adonis V.
“How can a man like you exist? Your body makes me feel so small and feminine. Like…you see me and treat me like I’m perfect and like all the other women. The normal, beautiful women.”
My rage seeps in. I look her dead in her eyes, and I know my pupils dilate with fury. “Whoever told you that you aren’t beautiful and quote, a fucking normal, beautiful woman…I will fucking end them. I see you as perfection. You’re above any woman. Fight me on that. Seriously. Do it.”
She gulps, and I lazily start stroking in and out of her. I stay on my knees and lift her hips to the angle I need.
“You should see how beautiful you look taking this cock. Your pussy lips are clinging to me. You’re so tight.” Reaching next to me, I grab my phone and open the camera. Turning it to Video, I start recording us.
“Are you filming this?” she moans, eagerly rocking her hips to get me to keep moving inside her.