The One

We are soaked and panting by the time he finally relents. My battered pussy is throbbing, but I’ve never been happier.

I never want this feeling to end. And apparently, Van doesn’t either, because he’s insatiable it seems.

Me. Always in control. Everything planned. Nothing out of order. No surprises Issi.

Has now turned into this.

The woman angling her neck so a man can take another bite because whenever he does it pushes me toward the edge of yet another mind-blowing orgasm.

I feel beautiful, too. I’ve tried to pretend as I grew up and into my own skin that I didn’t care what people thought about how I looked.

And for the most part that is true.

But God do I care that he thinks I’m beautiful. It warms my heart and makes me feel special.

To him. And yes, I want to be special to him.

His voice in my ear is so dang sexy.

“These marks mean something, you know. They mean you’re mine.”

I lock my legs around the back of his thighs and pull his hips toward me, nestling his cock as deep as my body can take.

He lifts and lowers his face to take my already sensitive nipple between his teeth, and I cry out, melting into another climax as he rubs his body into my clit and his thick length reaches a special spot inside me.

“That’s it. Cum on my cock. God, that feels so fucking good.” His voice thickens, and I feel so powerful.

Knowing I can give him these feelings, make him want me.

He pulls back and slams forward over and over as his lips crash into mine. We are kissing and fucking and cumming together until I can’t breathe.

I love how possessed by him I feel. Me, the girl who needs no man, but she loves this feeling of being owned. Like he would protect me from anything, give his life for mine.

All with a guy who I just met less than two days ago. How is this possible? How did I become so reckless?

And, speaking of reckless, he’s cum inside four times already in the span of the three hours we’ve been fucking.

That.

Is.

Reckless.

And I don’t care. I barely know who I am anymore. Who I am with him?

I bring my hips up and down, meeting his thrusts with my own, gasping and unfocused as my body feels out of control.

“That’s it, Whip. Fuck me back. Fuck me, baby. Show me how much you want that cock. How much you need that cock.”

His filthy words strike a chord I didn’t know I had until Van. How he knew just how to play me like an instrument, I’ll never know. I fight back the dark thoughts that tell me it’s because he has vast experience in this type of performance. My mother’s warnings ticking in the back of my mind, but I push them away.

Shaking those thoughts from my head, I relinquish any control I have left, ceding it to Van. The orgasms topple over one another, and the feelings rock me down deep into my soul. It’s not just the physical euphoria; it’s as though with each climax he’s taking a bit more of my heart with him.

“Please…” I’m half surprised at my own voice. The pleading sound in the simple word. “Please…”

As if I’ve not had enough orgasms, but I’m on the edge again, and I need it to let go.

I need it.

“I like to hear you say that, Whip. I like to hear you beg for it.”

Van shifts upward, managing to get onto his knees, taking my calves one in each hand and spreading me wide. The vulgar way he handles me only pushes me closer to the edge.

He finds a new gear, and the look on his face is primal. He juts his hips forward, my center feeling as though his enormous cock is jabbing into my belly. The way he controls me makes me feel small and helpless, and I’m nearly in tears when his relentless pounding ignites the force waiting inside of me.

I cry out, using words I don’t even understand, his name screamed in a thousand tongues as I cum longer and harder than any orgasm before. There’s no strength left inside me, but his hands maneuver my legs onto his shoulders, then take control of my hips as he drives himself to my limits, faster and faster until I see his face tense.

His cock swells inside of me.

“Fuck.” He lets out a long string of curse words as his eyes close, and I feel the heat of his sticky release, once again coating the inside of me and making me shudder at the possibility that we are taking such a risk.

To my shock, I use my inner muscles to milk more from him, making sounds like an animal as his cum drips out of me.