Captivated

What she was doing to me had my balls filling up fast, and before you know it, I was ready to cum again. “Pull off and sit on my cock, quick baby move.” She hurried to straddle me, and I held my cock in place while she lowered her pussy nice and slow. What a fucking tease.

I reared up and clamped my lips down around her nipple as my hands gripped her hips, lifting her on and off my cock hard and fast. I knew I had to be hurting her because my cock felt harder, longer, thicker than it ever has.

Her ass bounced off my thighs as I fucked up into her at rapid speed. Something built inside of me, something explosive, earth-shattering, life-changing even.

I released her nipple and wrapped my arms around her, holding so tight I felt the hard tips of her nipples pierce my chest. “I want your mouth.” As soon as her tongue slipped past my lips, my cock started shooting off inside her.

I caught her screams in my lungs as mine roared into hers. Her hips never stopped moving; her pussy never stopped milking my cock as she went from one orgasm to the next, each climax getting stronger. I thought my balls would never empty as I nutted in her for what felt like forever.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!” I flipped us over, putting her on her back beneath me as my hips kept slamming into hers over and over again, and for the first time in my life, I gave a woman a glimpse into my heart. “I love you!” Fucking owned.

She clamped down around me and wrapped me up in her arms and legs, and I saw the tears that filled her eyes. “No, baby, don’t cry.” She clutched at me and cried her little heart out, freaking me the fuck out. Her heart was beating like the wings of a hummingbird, and I had no idea what the fuck was going on. Especially when she started babbling.

I didn’t catch all the words, but I caught enough to get the gist of what was going on. I’m an ass, a coldhearted son of a bitching asshole. I’m all she has left. That thought never once entered my mind in the last week or so. Now the thought was sobering. How scared she must’ve been.

I felt tears in my eyes as I comforted her, promising never to let her go. I waited for her crying jag to be over and for my words of comfort to run dry. “You give females a bad name; you know that.” She was really out of it because she didn’t give me shit for my remark. Instead, she sniffled and rubbed her nose into me.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Every other female in the world would’ve already gone snooping around this room, looking in drawers and shit. You’ve been here more than a week, and not once have you even been tempted. I think I’m hurt.” She looked at me all confused, and shit then pouted because she still didn’t get it; so cute.

I pulled out and rolled off of her, pointing to the top drawer of my dresser across the room. “Go look in there; I left something there for you.” She became all-female now eyes lighting up as she smiled at me. “A gift? For me?” She bounded out of bed and headed for the dresser at a run.

She pulled that shit open like it held the meaning of life, digging through my shit and tossing most of it over her shoulder without any damn care that those were five hundred dollar silk socks. “Hey!” She poked her tongue out at me and kept up her search.

Then she screamed loud as hell when she found it. Then the damn tears started up again, gutted. “Ah, come on Michele, knock that shit off.” My gruff voice only seemed to make her cry louder as I got off the bed and went to her.

“I thought you’d be happy; this is supposed to be a good thing right.” I never should’ve listened to Dray the fuck. He swore now was the perfect time to give her the ring I’d bought because I’m a dumb sap who figured after I took her home to meet my family that marriage was the obvious next step. I do tend to live in the ice age when it comes to shit like that.

But even so, I’d wanted to wait, to give her some time before springing the fact that her life was now irrevocably tied to mine on her. But he’d convinced me that with all that was going on around her now was just as good a time as any. Now she’s flooding my chest with tears and tying my guts in knots.

“You wanna fuck again… Ouch, what’s with you and punching me in the gut?”