I kneel at his feet and as I move my head closer, he stuffs the hard shaft into my mouth.
Then he rocks his hips a few inches at a time, feeling out my mouth and gauging the distance to my throat, so he doesn’t thrust into my gag reflex. There is still about three inches or so of his shaft outside my mouth.
Hearing his groans sends quivers of pleasure down my back as I kneel at his feet worshipping his cock. How strange, but it satisfies me in a way I would never have expected. The groans being torn out of his mouth are food for my heart and soul. With his fingers threaded through my hair, he gently pulls my head onto his cock further and further. Feeling him grow in my mouth makes me happy and excited beyond reason. Even once when I gag on his cock it makes me yearn for more.
I feel powerful and sexy. Deep in my heart, I know I belong to him, but I can see he is holding back. He doesn’t want to hurt me. He doesn’t want to come in my mouth. And I want him to. I want to push him over the edge, make him lose control and come in my mouth, and then I will know he belongs to me just as much as I belong to him.
I become lost in the act. I breathe in his scent, and taste his essence, as my whole focus goes on Rocco’s cock and the lusty animal sounds rising from his mouth. I forget everything except becoming that carnal, sensual woman that makes him explode deep inside my throat.
As I slide down his cock, my whole body trembles with desire. He must have felt it, because he slides out of my mouth. He puts a condom on, then picks me up, I wrap my arms and legs around him. My pussy is wet and throbbing.
He plunges his big hard shaft into me. “You’re so tight,” he rasps.
He always feels so big when he first enters my pussy. I take deep gasping breaths as I remember the exquisite torture of taking all of him.
He keeps me impaled on his cock as he walks us back to the wall, knowing that my clit and pussy would be stimulated with every step. He bends his head and swallows my whimpers and mewls of delight with a deep engulfing kiss.
Immediately I feel the need to climax consume me. I don't know how it is possible, but his cock seems to move even deeper inside me. My clit and pussy are being caressed simultaneously by his rock-hard cock. Each step sets off another round of excruciatingly pleasurable explosions inside me.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp.
“Not yet,” he instructs.
I don’t want to deny him, but the pleasure is unbearable, bordering on cruelty. I clench my teeth to try and hold back the flood of my orgasm, but it starts.
“I can’t hold back,” I gasp.
He pushes me hard against the wall of the bedroom and fucks me hard and deep as I continue to come for him. Each crest is more searing than the last. With the wall of the bedroom supporting me, one of his hands is free to slide into my hair and grab a fistful. He jerks my head backwards, exposing my neck. For a second I think he is going to use his teeth, but he growls against my skin, then sucks at it. He is marking me. Claiming my neck.
I feel my throat throb beneath his lips in this primal act of domination and submission. My exposed neck tells him that I trust him implicitly. My orgasm rocks my whole body as he continues to fuck me hard and deep.
"You're mine, you belong to me and you always will," he growls.
Yes, I am yours,” I hiss.
"Mine," he groans. “Mine.”
Chapter 60
Autumn
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p0MdP8KeAII
-It Must Have Been Love-
I run a finger down the two faint reddish scars between Rocco’s shoulder blades, his skin is cool and smooth under my finger. His whole body is flawless, except for these two marks.
“What are these lines?” I ask softly.
He turns to face me. “They are a leftover from the days when we had wings of light.”
I sigh. I still can’t get over the fact that I have two days left with him and I will never see him again after that. “Rocco?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re not going to outlive me, are you?”
A ghost of a smile lifts his lips. “Probably not.”
“How long do you think you have?” I whisper. It makes me feel terrible, because I know it is my decision that is going to destroy him. His goodness, his beauty, his kindness. It doesn’t seem right.
“I don’t know, but our symptoms have become more pronounced, and the decomposition greatly accelerated. In my case, I can feel each attack becoming more painful and lasting longer.”