He watched my eyes water but understood what the tears meant. He gave me his entire length then closed his eyes as he moaned, feeling the same surge of joy. His balls slapped against my ass with his initial thrust, hitting me hard right against my cheeks.
I dug my nails into his ass as I pulled him deep inside me, feeling the pleasure and discomfort his entire length caused. Sometimes I didn’t understand his need to be so violent, to chain me up and slap my ass until I cried. I thought the sex we had was already incredible, already perfect. Could it really get better than this?
He dug one hand into my hair as he began to thrust inside me, claiming my pussy as his all over again. His lips were just inches from mine, but he didn’t kiss me, his warm breaths falling on my skin. I could hear his arousal with every breath he took, could feel his desperation for me every time he thrust inside me.
I wanted to come already, either because Calloway was that good or because it’d been two days since the last time we made love. Before he came along, I was just fine being single and saving myself for the right guy. But now that I’d been with Calloway, I was grouchy when I didn’t get my fix. I was angry when I didn’t get those blissful orgasms that Calloway handed out like candy. I turned into a spoiled brat who needed to always get her way.
I ran my hands down his chest and felt the sweat stick to my fingertips. His muscles tensed and shifted as he moved his body in the sexiest ways. His breathing was harsh with arousal, and the quiet moans he made as he thrust into me made my pussy tense automatically in response. I wanted to keep going for the rest of the night, but I wanted to come. If I did, Calloway wouldn’t last much longer because the expression on my face usually triggered his orgasm. So I held off as long as I could to make it last.
“Let go.” His words came out as a command. “I’ll make you come as many times as you want, sweetheart.”
Calloway knew me better than I realized. He could read my mind and understand my body even better than I could. He gave me a hard kiss, full of tongue and passion, and pounded me into the bed so I would be forced to explode.
And I did.
I dug my nails into his back as I came around his cock, shaking with an explosion that gripped me by the throat. I screamed so loud I hurt my own ears. My pussy tightened around him as my come gushed all over his length, dripping down to his balls.
The pleasure was so good I became light-headed, floating above the clouds as I enjoyed the exquisite tenderness between my legs. The ecstasy compensated for the dry spell we went through, making up for the lack of physical bliss we deprived ourselves of over the past few days. “God, I love you…” I meant those words in many different ways, but each one was sincere. I loved him because he was a good man with a big heart. But I also loved how amazing he was when he was between my legs.
A quiet moan erupted from deep in the back of his throat, his ego obviously doubling in size. “Don’t make me come, sweetheart. You know how much I want to.” He slowed his pace and rocked into me gently, moving through my slickness. He usually changed positions after he made me come the first time, but now he stayed on top of me, rocking me hard enough to make my tits shake up and down.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me slowly, bringing my arousal back up to top speed after a few seductive minutes. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth then rubbed his nose against mine, teasing me before his mouth was on mine once again.
God, he was hot.
He pinned my legs back farther then changed the angle, making his pelvic bone rub right against my nub. He applied the right kind of friction and made my clit throb with pleasure. My pussy somehow became even wetter, even tighter.
Calloway could sense the difference. “Your pussy is fucking incredible.”
That was only because he was the sexiest man on the planet.
He increased his pace because he knew I was on the edge of another explosion. He was driving me home, getting me to the finish line so he could join me. “Show me that O, sweetheart.”
I reacted on command, and I came all around him, screaming again like the first orgasm never happened. I dug my fingers into arms and held on as the sensation rocked through me, burning hot like lightning just struck me. It was so good I wanted to cry, so powerful I wanted to collapse.