Dirty Love Romance

I almost come again, right then and there. He’s so fucking hot, kneeling between my thighs, feasting on my cream. The need I have to feel him inside of me grows exponentially. I ache for him, my pussy clenching for more than his fingers.

As if sensing my need, he stands up, pulling my body down to the edge of the bed, my ass hanging halfway off. He says nothing, but his eyes, they speak volumes. There’s a promise there, a heat so intense I feel it scalding me from the inside out.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he demands, suddenly. His nostrils flaring, the muscles on his stomach and chest flexing. His fingers dig into my thighs painfully as he leans forward, rubbing the head of his swollen cock against my wet folds.

I moan. It feels so good, his hot length pressed against me.

“Fuck me, Heath. I need you,” I say breathlessly. I’m finding it hard to breathe again. Every little thrust of his hips brings the head of his cock against my tender clit, sending jolts of pleasure throughout my body. I feel myself dripping, my pussy juices running down the seam of my ass.

I’ve never been this wet in my life.

“Beg me,” he growls. His thrusts become swifter, his hips jerking into mine, every brush against the nerve bundle causing my breath to hitch. Could I come again like this?

Fuck yeah I could.

“Please, please, please,” I beg, a mantra. His teasing is never ending. He pushes my legs farther apart, exposing me further. When his eyes turn slumberous I melt into the bed. Damn, he’s gorgeous. The sexiest man to ever touch me. Never have I felt this way.

He pulls back, only to rest the head of his cock at my entrance. I clench reflexively.

“You like that, don’t you?” He purrs, sliding the head of his incredible cock around my wet entrance. I can’t stand it, he’s so close, I just need him to ram it hard inside. I feel empty, I need it so bad.

I raise my hips, trying to force him inside me. He laughs, taking one of his hands and pushing me down, holding me in place.

“Don’t make me tie you up,” he says.

I hiss out a breath, the sudden image so appealing I go blind for a second. I feel him shift from the bed, reaching down, and then I hear the tear of a condom wrapper, and his intake of breath as he rolls the condom down his cock. Finally, he rears back and rams his length so far inside me I flinch.

He’s so big, too big, he’s tearing me in two. I whimper, wiggling my hips, wanting to push away, yet wanting him closer at the same time. He’s got me so tied up in knots I don’t know what I want anymore.

He stills above me, his breathing suddenly harsh. The lines of his face sharpen, become more intense. He’s looking at me again in that way that he does, the way that makes me feel like I am the only woman in the world to him.

It does something funny to my stomach, squeezes my insides.

I lose that train of thought as he starts to move, slowly. He pulls out, moaning softly, before ramming back inside. He’s so big I can feel him pressing against my cervix, and it feels so good.

So. Fucking. Good.

His head hangs low, his eyes leaving mine as his body takes over. Again and again he slowly pulls out, only to ram his shaft to the base, deep inside me. Pressure builds, goose bumps of pleasure scatter across my body.

I can’t take it. I need him to go faster, I need … so much need.

“Faster, harder, fuck,” I say, garbled. He complies, no longer teasing. He grabs my ass and lifts me, changing the angle, going deeper. I cry out, his groan mimicking mine. Something snaps and he throws his head back, his movements becoming frenzied.

He punches into me, drilling faster and faster, the slap of skin on skin echoing around us.

“So damn tight,” he moans, his fingers digging in to the flesh of my ass. I squeeze around his cock and surprise registers as it swells further. I can tell he’s close, his breathing is ragged, his hips ramming into mine with uncontrollable force.

I couldn’t stop the orgasm if I tried. I rear up and he grabs me, instinctively wrapping me in his arms, pulling my chest to his. My breasts press against him and I come apart in his arms, his dick so far up inside me I’m seeing stars.

The walls of my slick sheath squeeze him tight and he curses, his body going still as he comes forcefully. We stay like that for a few moments, our chests heaving in unison, my body trembling against his, sated.

He turns his head, finally, and kisses the corner of my mouth, his cock still hard inside me. He twitches, once, pushing inside me with a low groan.

“So, fucking, good.” He enunciates each word with a little thrust. I whimper, my tender flesh responding immediately.