Empress in Lingerie (Lingerie 5)

Enjoying my fat cock in her mouth.

I pulled my dick out of her mouth when my balls started to tighten against my body. “Get on your back.”

She wiped the spit from her lips with the back of her forearm and then rose to her feet. She stripped off her clothes, pulling her shirt over her head then unclasping her bra. I’d already seen her naked, so this sight shouldn’t impress me, but once her jeans and panties were off, my cock became a little happier.

I wanted to jerk off and stare at her.

She lay on my bed, her head against the pillow and her knees together.

I pushed my boxers to my ankles and kicked them away before I climbed on the bed and moved on top of her. The mattress sank under my weight, making Vanessa dip slightly underneath me. With a flat tummy, small and perky tits, and the most beautiful skin, she was exceptional.

I could honesty say a more beautiful woman had never been in my bed.

I had fantasies about securing her hands to the headboard, of having my way with her against her will. I was a monster, and that would never change. But finding her underneath me out of choice was even better.

My arms slid behind her knees and positioned her wide apart, making her as open as possible. It would take a few minutes to get my cock inside her, even when it was soaked with her saliva. I held myself above her and pressed my cock right against her clit and started to grind.

She tensed at the contact, her nipples hardening and her eyes closing for a brief moment. She took a deep breath, her chest tinting with a beautiful red color on her dark skin.

I moved my face above hers and watched her reaction to me, watched her body enjoy the hard stimulation my cock was giving to her clit. I stared at her lips, looking at the curve of her bow, and then I kissed her.

It was slow, unlike all the other times I kissed her. I wanted to take my time, to get her as wet as possible so my cock could bury itself inside her. I sucked her bottom lip gently before I gave her my tongue.

She kissed me back, her hands remaining by her sides.

I breathed into her, moving slightly faster and deeper. Kissing a woman was the last thing on my mind. When I picked up women, I wanted them to suck my cock instead of kiss me on the mouth. Kissing was for young people or people in love.

But I loved kissing Vanessa.

It was so damn good.

Her hands eventually moved to my arms, feeling the sections that divided the different groups of muscles. Her fingertips explored my shoulders and my chest, and I knew she loved my body. She stared at it enough times to give herself away.

She kissed me back with the same passion she showed before, falling into a rhythm with me. Every time my cock pressed against her clit just right, her nails slightly dug into me. Soon, it didn’t feel like a deal had been struck between us. She wasn’t bartering for her freedom. We were just a man and a woman who wanted each other to get off.

I couldn’t wait to feel that pussy, to take Vanessa Barsetti and make her mine. I couldn’t even imagine how amazing her cunt would be. And I’d pump so much of my come inside—pile after pile.

I couldn’t wait any longer. Her kiss was only turning me on more, and my cock was about to explode. I pushed down on my shaft and pointed my crown at her entrance, feeling the moisture greet me.

She wanted me bad.

I pushed inside her slightly, feeling her arousal surround me.

I couldn’t help but smile as I kissed her. “Baby, you want this cock as much as I want to give it to you.” I broke our kiss and stared into her eyes, seeing the unmistakable look of arousal. She wanted my fat cock even though it would hurt. She wanted me buried deep inside her, not just so she could be free. There was no mistaking her hatred. She despised me as much as she did before. But her dislike couldn’t interrupt her needs.

I started to sink farther.

“Stop.” She pushed against my stomach, stopping me from going any deeper. “Put on a condom.”

I wasn’t putting on a damn thing. I was coming deep inside her. Vanessa Barsetti was going to be overstuffed with my come by the end of the night. “I know you’re on birth control.”

She was still aroused, her legs spread to me, but annoyance crept into her expression. “And how do you know that?”

I glanced at her arm, where there was still evidence of the shot she’d received. I was observant of everything around me, to the minor details no one else paid attention to.