Sweat trailed down my temples as I claimed the woman I loved again. I hadn’t realized how much I’d truly missed her until I’d seen her again, knew it was her without a doubt, and told myself nothing would take her from my life.
My skin felt too tight, my heart racing like a jackhammer. Her pussy felt so fucking good, and all I wanted to do was bury my face in the sweet spot once more. But my dick was a greedy bastard and pulsed, needing me to continue pulling out and pushing back inside Nadja.
I pulled back just an inch and let my gaze lower to look between her thighs. Her clit was swollen, begging for attention. With my cock lodged in her body, I watched myself thrust in and out of her, my length slick with her arousal.
“Frankie,” she gasped.
I closed my eyes and groaned in pleasure at the way her pussy clenched around my dick. Slowly and with measured movements, I continued to move in and out of her, fucking Nadja in a way that could only be described as owning her.
“Fuck,” I grunted. “That’s it, baby. That’s so fucking it.” My balls drew up tight with my impending orgasm. I was going to fill her with my cum, make her so full of it she would feel it slip out of her pussy the next day.
She’d be reminded tomorrow who had fucked her raw, who had owned her sweet pussy.
Nadja would always know, because I’d never let her forget.
She slid her hands up my sides, her nails scraping my flesh and causing my pleasure to heighten even more. She gripped my back tightly, pulling me closer. Fuck, I’d never get close enough, but I’d try for the rest of my damn life.
“More,” she moaned, arching her breasts against my chest.
Fuck. Yeah.
“Wrap your legs around my waist, Nadja. Let me go in even deeper.” I lifted up slightly, my chest no longer on hers, my forearms locked straight on either side of her as I looked down at her face… as I looked down the length of her body at her pussy. I waited for her to obey.
I pulled out of her wet pussy for only a second, watching as my length was revealed, the glossiness on my dick from her arousal so damn hot. I thrust back in deep and hard, loving when she gasped from the intensity of it. Nadja arched her back, her breasts thrusting out even more, her nipples tightening for me.
I leaned back on my knees, slid my hands down to rest on her knees, then pushed her legs open even more. I felt the air leave me as I got a prime shot of her cunt, how she was stretched around my monstrous cock. And then I started fucking her again, and the sloppy, wet noise of my shaft tunneling into her pussy was a sound that had my control leaving me. I couldn’t stop from going over the edge and coming.
“Give me more,” I rasped out.
And she gave it to me, coming right along with me.
The sound of her pleasure, the way she voiced what she wanted from me, how I made her feel, was such a fucking turn-on that my pleasure heightened even more.
Her inner muscles milked my dick so strongly that I couldn’t hold back my primal groan or from letting my head fall back on my neck as the ecstasy washed through me. It claimed me.
Nadja claimed every fucking part of me.
“Fuck,” the obscene word spilled from me over and over again as I filled her body with my seed, made her take all of it. “So. Fucking. Perfect.”
I’d never loved a woman before her. I’d never love anyone else for the rest of my fucking life. This was real, the realest fucking thing I’d ever experienced.
And I wouldn’t let her go.
I wouldn’t let this go.
Nadja was the one light in all those shadows that circled my life, the one person who could bring me joy and happiness amongst the grisly world.
When both of us were sated, I finally forced myself to pull out of her tight heat. Although I’d love being buried deep inside her all night. I collapsed on the bed beside her, immediately pulling her close to me, needing her body right up against mine.
“You’re the very best thing in my life, baby.”
She tucked her head right under my chin, placed her hand right over my heart, and I closed my eyes as everything felt right. “No, that’s where you’re wrong, Frankie. It’s you who is the very best thing in my life.”
I might never feel like I was a good man, might never be able to change who and what I was. But for Nadja, I’d always try to be better, because she made me want to be the best I could.