Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

All I can see is her.

I roll a condom on, climb over her, and spread her legs wider so that they touch the mattress. Then I line myself up at her opening.

“For God’s sake, hurry up, Spencer,” she gasps, frustrated.

I chuckle and lift her right leg, placing her foot onto my chest. Her eyes widen. “This one’s going to be deep, baby,” I whisper. “That okay?”

I see fear flash in her eyes before she disguises it and nods softly.

I pull the end of my cock back and forth through her lips, enjoying the way she hums in appreciation.

Don’t hurt her, don’t hurt her, don’t hurt her.

The usual mantra runs through my mind. Every time we have sex, I repeat this in my head over and over again. I never want her to be scared of me. I push forward at once, and she cries out as searing pleasure sucks my cock in.

So… wet. So fucking tight. I can feel every muscle inside of her as it contracts and ripples around me.

Mine. I pull out and her eyes dilate. My breath quivers in appreciation.

So.

Fucking.

Good.

I press my hands above her shoulders to pin her in position, and then holding myself up with straightened arms, I pull out and push back in again. My knees are wide to give me better traction.

She moans and her hands go to my behind.

I do it again and again, and soon we have a rhythm, and she begins to thrash beneath me.

“Spence,” she moans.

I clench my jaw to try and hold it, to stop myself from coming, but she’s too beautiful.

I can’t.

The bed begins to hit the wall with force. I bring her other leg up to my chest and we both stop suddenly as our eyes lock.

Her eyes search mine, and she brings her hand up to cup my cheek.

“I love you,” she whispers.

My eyes roll back, and I drop to my elbows to take her lips with mine. Our kiss is soft, hungry, and prolonged. Her hands move to my shoulders as her legs wrap around my waist.

This is what happens with her every time.

She blows my mind with this intimacy thing she has going on. I can’t get enough.

I’m addicted.

She begins to thrash. “Now, Spencer.”

I smile, knowing this is the first time she has begged me for an orgasm. I lift myself and slam in deep. She cries out, so I do it again, and she contracts and clenches around me. My cock jerks and I blow so fucking hard, I roll my head back and moan loudly.

Damn this fucking condom.

And then we kiss, and it’s just the two of us. Nothing else matters in my world but her.