Desire in Lingerie (Lingerie 7)

“Griffin…please.”

I licked my lips and tasted her as I jerked myself with my hand, watching this gorgeous woman beg for me. She could have anyone else she wanted, but she wanted me. She wanted the man who almost killed her. She wanted me, all the good and all the bad.

I moved onto the bed and positioned myself behind her. I grabbed the back of her hair and yanked her up, forcing the arch in her back to deepen and her chin to point toward the ceiling.

I pushed down on my shaft and slid inside her, feeling my saliva and her own arousal. I pushed in, stretching her small cunt to full capacity. I moved completely inside until my balls were right against her body. One hand wrapped around her hair like a line of rope, and I secured her in place. My other hand gripped her other hip, and I started to thrust deep and hard inside her, giving her forceful strokes that made her body lurch forward.

“Yes…” Her legs were wide apart so she could take me, her ass looking even more beautiful when she was so open for me.

I clenched my jaw and suppressed my moan, knowing if I enjoyed it too much, I would come sooner than I wanted. I kept my grip on her hair so her body would remain still as I shoved my entire package inside her, sliding through her tightness and making her moan. “Is this what you wanted, baby?”

“Yes…yes.”

My ass tightened with every thrust I made, shoving my big dick inside her and getting soaked in her juice. Her pussy was so wet, so indescribable. I’d fucked a lot of pussy, but nothing like this. Her little asshole stared back at me, gorgeous like the rest of her. I had this beautiful woman underneath me, someone who wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I was the only man she wanted to give herself to, the only one who was worthy of this stunning sight.

Finally, she came. Screaming toward the ceiling and bucking her hips wildly, she had a climax all woman would envy. She clawed at the sheets and thrust her body back toward me so she could get all of my dick over and over. “Griffin…”

Hearing my name from her lips spurred me on, and I pounded into her harder, my cock piercing her relentlessly.

It made her climax last a little longer, made it a little better.

When she finished, she slowed down and caught her breath, the satisfaction deepening in her veins.

Now it was my turn.

I released her hair and gripped the back of her neck. I forced her cheek to the mattress, pinning her down so her ass was higher in the air. I shifted myself closer to her, getting my cock deep inside her, and then I fucked her pussy mercilessly. “Hands behind your back.”

She locked her hands together and rested them against her back, her thighs spread wide for me.

I squeezed her throat as I kept her pinned down. I took her pussy without protest, dominating her completely because she was mine to do with whatever I pleased. Sometimes, I wanted to make love to her. And sometimes, I wanted to fuck her like this, fuck her so hard that she would see stars.

I came inside her with a deep moan, dumping all of my come inside that perfect little slit. I gave her everything I had, the white come building up along the outside of her cunt. I loved looking at it, loved seeing the white color contrast against her dark skin. I slowly pulled out and wiped the head of my dick on her asshole, getting some more of my come there.

Vanessa lowered herself to the bed, staying on her stomach as my come leaked out of her. She closed her eyes and caught her breath, her fingers resting on the sheets.

I got off her and pulled my bottoms back on. “I’ll make breakfast.”

“Save me some.”

“You aren’t going to eat with me?”

She kept her eyes closed. “I’m going back to bed…”

She looked at herself in the mirror as she fixed her hair. She wore a short black cocktail dress with heels, and her black hair was pulled back in an elegant updo. She put diamond earrings in her lobes then placed a white gold bracelet on her wrist. The eye shadow came next, a green color, accented by thick black lashes and eyeliner.

I watched her in the reflection of the mirror, enjoying these rare moments where I could study her without her noticing. I saw her candid expressions, the way she examined herself objectively without even understanding just how perfectly beautiful she was. From her bright green eyes to her dark skin, she was so perfect she didn’t seem real. She didn’t need makeup in the first place, but when she put it on, she looked absolutely stunning.