Dancer in Lingerie (Lingerie 13)

My lungs forgot to breathe.

His knees hit the bed, making the mattress dip, and he maneuvered on top of me, kicking away the sheets and opening my legs so he could get to get my soaking cunt. He kept up that aggressive stare, like he wanted to backhand me for making him wait this long to fuck me.

He positioned me underneath him, tilting my hips perfectly and pressing his arms into the mattress on either side of my tits. He stared down at me with a slight scowl on his face. “Tell me you missed me.” He was going to drag this out even more, demoralize me for making that phone call. He wanted to fill me with shame, to remind me that he had all the power in this relationship—even the power I’d once had.

My hands gripped his arms, and I sighed in relief at his warmth. Touching him brought me a sense of joy that I couldn’t understand. I needed him even more than I’d realized, more than my brain would allow me to understand.

He pressed the head of his cock inside me, stretching me slightly. “Say it.”

My hand moved into the back of his hair, and I pulled his face to mine to kiss him. “I missed you…” The weight was lifted off my shoulders as I made my confession. I wanted him so badly, to the exclusion of all less. Until I got my next fix, I would say anything he wanted me to say. I needed this intense passion more than I needed air or food. I needed this man buried deep inside me, to please me since it’d been so long since he’d last fulfilled my needs.

“Tell me you need me.” He kept making his commands, knowing I would obey.

“I need you…” I grabbed his hip and slowly pulled him inside me.

He stopped himself, not entering me any farther. He fisted my hair and forced my gaze on his. “Say it again.”

“I need you, Bosco.” I held his gaze, my lips parted and desperate for his kiss.

“Tell me you don’t want me to sleep with anyone else. Tell me it would drive you crazy.”

“I don’t want you to sleep with anyone else…” Just the thought pissed me off. When he didn’t call, I’d assumed he’d found someone else, and it made me feel so low. “I want you to only sleep with me.”

He sank a little deeper, rewarding me for my obedience. “You were angry I didn’t call.”

“Yes…I was.”

He moved in deeper, stretching me so good. “Tell me when you want me. Call me when you need me. Use me when you want to be used. Do you understand me?”

“Yes…” I just wanted him to start moving, to make my toes curl with a perfect climax.

“Now beg me to fuck you. Beg.”

“You’re such a fucking asshole.”

He sank deeper, sheathing himself until he was balls deep. He wore that handsome lopsided grin. “I know, Beautiful. But you love fucking this asshole. Now, beg.” He didn’t move, resting deep inside me as he watched me squirm.

“Please…”

“Louder.”

“Please.” I dragged my hands down his back and panted against his mouth. “Fuck me, Bosco. Please…”

He pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Good job.” He started to move, thrusting into me deep and hard. The headboard began to tap against the wall immediately because he took me so hard right in the beginning. He ground against me, making my clit catch on fire and my back arch in impossible ways.

I held on to him tightly as he screwed me better than he ever had before, going right for the perfect spot and making me come within a minute flat. I was probably just turned on like crazy, but he pushed me to the finish line with his stellar moves. His fat cock was big enough to make me writhe, to make me shake because it felt so perfect inside me. “God…yes.” My head rolled back, and I clawed at him viciously, pulling him closer against me as I widened my legs farther, squeezing his dick so hard with my powerful orgasm.

“So fucking wet.”

“I’m always wet for you…”

“I know.” He hooked his arms behind my knees and deepened the angle, preparing to fuck me again and give me another climax.

“Bosco, I want you to make me come two more times…” It’d been an entire week without pleasure, and I was losing my mind. That first climax, while wonderful, wasn’t enough to fill my hunger.

He stopped moving, looking down at me with a slight grin on his face. “There’s my woman…”

10

Bosco

When I woke up the next morning, Carmen was on top of my chest. As time passed, she snuggled with me more and more. And now she was curled up on me like a cat. The only thing missing was the sound of her purring.