15
Eric
Idon’t know why I told her she’d be sleeping in my bed.
We haven’t slept all night and now it’s in the quiet early hours of the morning.
I carried her to my room where I buried myself balls deep inside her all over again. From there my wild fantasies took over and suddenly I couldn’t think of anything better than being with this woman.
It was like I’d gone fucking crazy and didn’t have a care in the world. It didn’t help that she followed my every command like a good little pet.
And fuck did I ever take advantage of doing everything my dirty, dark, dangerous mind conjured. And she was exactly my dirty, dark, dangerous fantasy.
We moved from the bed to the hot tub where I had her riding my cock. From there I had her on the kitchen table, then up against the floor to ceiling glass windows in the living room, and back in the fucking hot tub. It was only when it started to rain that we made it back to the bedroom where we stayed.
A message came through from Borya an hour ago informing me he’d found something he’s checking out. The normal version of me would have called him and I would have been out the door moments later, ready to hunt with him.
But I’m still here. With her. I’m here with her savoring every minute I claim her and I’ll admit every time I have her it feels like erasing whatever she had with Robert.
It’s like I’m erasing his touch from her body because I don’t want her to belong to him anymore.
With her on her hands and knees sucking my cock like she wants to own me, I don’t know how I’m supposed to break whatever spell has fallen on us.
I watch her head bob up and down as she sucks my dick and takes me deeper.
As she grips the base and pumps harder my balls tighten.
I lace my fingers through the silky fibers of her velvet hair and grab a tight fistful.
“Harder,” I command and like the good girl she is she does exactly what I tell her.
Fuck. She’s beautiful and every man’s fantasy rolled into one gorgeous package.
I swear to God I haven’t stopped being hard for her and I haven’t stopped craving the taste of her, nor the need to be inside her.
She takes me even deeper and I start pumping into her hot wet mouth, fucking her face. My balls draw up as I plunge deep into her throat to the point where she almost chokes, but yet she still takes me. And I like that she does.
I speed up, pounding so hard into her mouth tears run down the side of her cheeks, but still she takes me and she doesn’t protest.
I groan deep and long and the moment my cock hardens some more I know I won’t last but I won’t rob myself of the pleasure of finishing inside her.
The urge makes me pull out of her mouth. She gazes up at me with those sultry eyes and those pillowy lips.
“I want to be inside you,” I tell her. “Stay on your hands and knees.”
I’m not certain if she’s just doing as she’s told or going through the motions like I have as I’ve allowed myself to fall prey to temptation.
As I move behind her and position myself to fuck her she lifts her shapely ass higher and I know exactly how I want to finish.
I stare at the mirror before me and look at us. I purposely wanted to watch.
What can I say, I’m a voyeur. I like watching people have sex and I like watching my woman as I fuck her and own her body.
She sees me watching, and glances away just as I plunge into her dripping wet cunt. Her pussy is as greedy as my cock.
I slam into her and love the sight of those breasts bouncing as I move inside her. The moans that rip from her throat sound like music to me. Like the magical notes of raw feminine pleasure. I know every single one of them because it’s me who’s owning her.
She comes just like I wanted her to and I fight back so I don’t blow my load just yet.