Marquise

“You feel so good, Goddess. Like it is meant for me. Do you feel that?”

“Yes. I feel it. Harder.” she commands twisting her own nipples. Her head is moving from left to right.

“As you wish, Goddess. Turn over.” I tell her pulling out.

She hesitates, giving me the wide-eyed look. I say nothing. I need her to know I am serious. She swallows and gets on her knees. Her ass is facing me. I can see the glistening on her cunt lips and my mouth waters, needing to taste the sugar. I lean in between her legs and my tongue follows suit. My head begins to feel light as I slurp her wetness. She moves against my mouth, her body rocking back and forth. I suck her two lips into my mouth before I move back up and enter her again.

“Mmm. So full. I can feel you...everywhere.” she moans looking over her shoulder. Not able to stop myself, I grab her hair and yank her back to me, needing to control her in some way. I know I should feel guilty, but right now all I can feel is free.

“That’s the idea, baby. I want you to feel me over and over again. I smack her ass and my mind settles into the look and feel of my cock conquering her tiny pussy. Stamping my claim on it. Fuck I want to bite the shit out of her and make sure everyone knows she belongs to me.

“I’m coming,” she screams as her pussy chokes the shit out of my cock. I can feel my balls tighten as I get ready to release and then she ends me. “Shit. Oh shit, Daddy. I’m coming!!!!”

“Ahhhhhhh!!!!!” I scream shooting my seed into her. With that one word, she has opened up something inside of me. I just hope she is ready.Chapter EightChrissyOh my God! I’m never going to be the same again. I knew this would be intense, but I was not prepared for the onslaught of emotions, which were brought on with each and every thrust of his cock inside of me. I’m having trouble catching my breath after the rollercoaster he just took me on. His breathing is just as ragged as mine, when he collapses on my chest with his head resting on my tits. I run my fingers over his back in what I hope are soothing circles. I close my eyes and bask in the afterglow, of what? Sex? Lovemaking? Existential soul-altering coupling from which I’ll never recover? It’s probably a combination of all three to be honest.

Speaking of his monster cock, he tore me in two. But like a glutton, I need more. Much, much more. I am not great at judging the size of things, but his dick has to be at least twelve inches and man is it thick. My pussy is still spasming with his cock still hard inside of me.

“No, please. Don’t go,” I beg as he pulls out of me slowly.

“I’m so sorry, Chrissy,” he says, moving away from me to sit on the edge of the bed. He buries his face in his hands with his back to me. I sit up on my knees and crawl over to him. I put my hands on his shoulders and lean over so that I can see his face. He moves his hands away from his face and pets my hair. Why do I like that so much? He could do anything at all to me and I would beg for it.

“Sorry for what?” I ask softly, kissing his shoulder.

“I was too rough. I’m sure I hurt you and that is the very last thing I wanted to do.”

“You weren’t too rough, Marquise. I’d tell you if you were hurting me,” I say moving around so that I am sitting on his lap. I am careful to avoid his cock because I know it would go back inside of me. While that would feel amazing, I need him to hear me.

“I was. Your porcelain skin is marred and red where I held on to you too tightly. You are going to bruise. I’ll never forgive myself,” he says.

“I am not worried about it,” I say, putting his hands on my hips. The contrast of light and dark turns me on more than I can say. I put my hands on his face, making sure he’s really looking at me. I swear he can see into my soul with the way he’s looking into my eyes.

“Listen to me, Marquise. I don’t know why you are feeling this way and I am sure you’ll tell me one day, but I know that day isn’t today. It’s not the time for important discussions. But I loved the way you touched me. The way you make me feel whole. I’ve never felt like that before, Marquise. Never.”