“It’s ok Curtis. It doesn’t hurt anymore. You can move.” I tell him, kissing him all over his face.
“Thank fuck.” is the last thing he says before he sits up, grabs my legs and pushes them up to my chin as his cock moves in and out of me. I swear I can feel him in my throat. My stomach contracts and releases with each thrust. Not able to move because of how he is holding me, I dig my nails into his side and yell as his thrusts send my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “Shit, baby. Pussy so fucking good.”
“So... hard… CURTIS!!” I yell as my body begins to shake, never having felt this much pleasure and pain in my life.
“Look down, baby. Look at how my snake spreads your little cave. You see the blood you graced me with, baby. Look and see how dirty we look together.” My head does as he says, and I would be a liar if I say it doesn’t make pussy wetter. What I am seeing is obscene. His cock has to be about 10x7, covered in my cream and blood. My pussy is spread, stretched to the max trying to accommodate him. Oh god. I shouldn't have looked. My nipples are getting harder as I look at what he is doing to me. “You see, baby.” he says between breaths as his body drips sweat. His hair is wet, soaked from this moment and I want him to drip it all over me.
“Kiss me Curtis. I want your sweat on me.” I beg him, as I pull my nipples, rolling my head back and forth. He drops my legs and leans into me, and the moment his mouth touches mine and his body slides against mine, I come once more. Who knew I was this kinky? Our lips, which are becoming best friends, fight for dominance, even though I don't really want it. I just love how it feels. My body shakes as I continue to release once more. His teeth sink into my neck and like Bella Swan I find myself leaning so he can really get it. Ridiculous I know, but with this man, I am finding anything he wants, I want to give him.
“Get on your knees and turn around, Yvette. I need to be deep inside you baby, to put my son in the spot where he will live and get strong for the next nine months.” Why does that make me a horny, hussy? Every time he says it, I want to lay on my back and give him everything. With no energy, but more desire and need then I thought I possessed, I get up and turn around.
“Oh yeah. Look at that ass.” Smack “I told you I was going to get you for being in that damn bar.” Smack “My woman doesn’t go to bars. Especially not without me. Smack.
“Yes.” is all I can say. Oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh shit. The stinging in my ass is giving me a new feeling. His other hand is pulling my ponytail, my neck bent back as his cock slams in and out of me, smacking my ass as I bounce back against him over and over. My stomach aching from how deep he is. “So deep... so deep… don’t stop.” Smack
“Never baby. I am never stopping. This is my pussy. Fuck! Look at how red your ass is. I can see my handprint. So fucking sexy.” I can barely breath, exhaustion threatening to overcome me as I get lost in the smell of our escapades. My pussy smells sweet and tangy. Mixed with his manliness, it's toxic. “Aww shit, Lil Bit. It’s time. You ready baby?” his fingers pinch my clit as he speeds up. “Come with me, Yvette. Come with me.” He yells that last part as the heat from inside of him shoots into me, warming up the inside of me and finding its way to the place that will help us build a life. Knowing this sends me off a final time.
“Ahhhhh!!!!” I scream, shivering from being overworked and yet knowing it will never be enough. Falling face first into the pillow, I am dead. There isn’t an alive muscle inside of me anymore. He falls next to me and we simply stare at one another, letting our eyes do the talking. I use this time to really look at him. His chocolate eyes that I love. He pulls me into his arms, and I lay my head on his wet chest.
“Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you too much did I?”
“I am fine. Tired, but perfectly fine.” I tell him running my fingers over his chest. The truth is, now that all the excitement has died down, I am finding confusion as part of my emotion. I have so many questions, starting with why he disappeared for almost four weeks. I want to ask this. But first, I am going to enjoy laying in his arms.