“I love your sweet mouth, Bianca.” He thrusts his hands into my tousled hair, fisting the strands. “This dick was made for your mouth.”
I suck him deeper, wanting him to lose control. He’s right on the brink, and I love that I’m making him feel this way. I’m so wet, my core tightens into a coiled frenzy, begging for my own release. I want to touch myself, relieve the ache buried deep between my legs. It’s burning like a campfire turned into a forest fire, destroying everything in its path. I need him inside me.
I wiggle a little to relieve the intense desire.
“I know what you need,” he tells me, his hand still fisted in my tendrils. “I know what my girl needs.”
I continue sucking, my eyes gazing into his.
“You need to come, don’t you?”
I nod.
He pulls out of my mouth. “You’re horny for my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
He pulls me up and rolls me onto my back and removes the shorts I slept in. “Tell me your soaked little cunt is ready for me.”
“I’m so ready for you,” I tell him, spreading my legs.
Desire for him drenches my panties. He kisses my mound and hooks his thumbs into the waistband, tugging the flimsy material down my legs.
“My dick is so hard for you.” He tosses the black lace on the floor, and moves to where he’s kneeling between my legs, his behemoth of a cock fisted in his hands. He strokes it up and down, staring at me in a way that gives me goosebumps. “Tell me this is what you want.” He pumps his dick faster, his eyes trained on mine.
“I want you, Costi.”
“I’ve waited years for you to say those words to me.”
“I want you.” I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing him down on top of me.
He centers his dick at my entrance and pushes in slowly, achingly slow.
“I’m right on the edge,” he says, bringing his thumb to circle my pulsing clit.
I’m right on the edge as well, so close to coming, but with the pace he’s set, it will be nearly impossible to get myself there anytime soon. “Faster,” I beg him.
“Look at you, all needy for this dick.” He drags his tongue along my collarbone. “Tell me how greedy you are for my cock.”
“I’m so greedy for it.” I thrust my hips up, trying to get Costi to move, but he only slows down more until we’re barely moving together. “Please, Costi. Move faster.”
“You want me to fuck you faster?” His words come out between panted breaths, like it’s taking his last resolve to hold still. “You want me to ram this hard dick inside you?”
“Yes, please. Fuck me as hard as you can,” I beg.
Costi doesn’t move, and only stares down at me, his breathing ragged. “I don’t think you could handle me fucking you as hard as I can.”
“Try me,” I tell him, meaning every word. “Fuck me, Costi. Fuck me as hard as you want. I want you to feel good. I want you to enjoy it.” I bite my lower lip as he studies me, his body not moving.
“Get on all fours, baby. I want to see that sexy ass when I’m slamming into you from behind.”
He snakes one arm under my hips, flipping me over. The other hand flies into my hair, and he pulls my head back. “I want this pussy wet and ready for my thick cock.”
He brings his dick all the way back, to where the enlarged tip is barely inside, and then slams it inside me as he slaps my ass. He continues this at a rapid tempo, each stroke of his cock getting more and more forceful.
But, I can see it there. The starvation he has for this. The utter need he has for my body. For him to fuck me as hard as he can. To take out the sexual tension he’s had coiled deep inside him.
He continues pounding into me, back and forth, over and over, and all I can do is hold on, enjoying every thrust.
“You’re mine, and I’m gonna make sure you never forget it.”
He hammers into me, fucking me senseless, and I grip the sheet of the mattress, moaning out my pleasure.
“Fuck, Bianca,” he barely gets out, his grunts becoming louder with each push and pull of our bodies.
“I’m so close.” My release slams into me, and I cry out.
“I’ve got you,” Costi soothes. “Come for me. I’ve got you.”
Emotions take over, and my body explodes with a frenzied madness. Costi slows his movements and holds on to me even tighter than before.
“Don’t let go,” I whisper.
“Never.”
He turns my head, pressing his lips to mine and his body speeds back up. This time, I’m moving with him, milking his dick with the last waves of my orgasm.
He grunts through his release, his dick throbbing inside me.