Rock My Love: A Steamy Standalone Instalove

His cock feels like it’s spitting sweltering ecstasy all through me, shrouding my entire pussy. My belly sparks and for a crazy moment, I’m sure this is it, the time we get pregnant, the start of the rest of our lives.

“I need to see that ass,” he growls, slowing down. “I need to watch it bounce against my abs. Fuck. Can you take it from behind?”

I nod, even if I’m not sure. But the hunger in my man’s voice is impossible to deny. He sounds like he’s on the very edge. Like he’d tear the world apart to fuck me from behind.

He pulls out of me and then leans back, gripping my hips. I giggle in pure delight as he flips me over. It makes me feel so sexy when he handles me like that, putting me in the position he wants, as though I’m his plaything.

And I always will be. Forever.

“On your knees,” he growls. “Fuck, that ass, your perfect round juicy ass…”

I climb to my knees, flip my hair to the side, and look over my shoulder, watching as he reaches down and grabs his soaked glistening cock. He brings it to my entrance and then smooths his hands over my ass cheeks, staring down as though nothing could make him look away, as though he’s hypnotized.

This is a pinch-myself moment for sure.

I’m making Aaron Blaze look like that.

He pushes forward, gliding into me from behind. It feels different, he feels different, bigger, and for a second I think I’m going to have to tell him to stop.

But then he changes the angle, leaning down, and his massive tip drives against my sweet spot again.

I whimper and buck back, moving against him as he glides out of me and then thunders into me again.

“Look at the way you fucking tremble for me.”

He sinks his hands into my hips, staring down at my ass as we sink into a rhythm.

I do my best to move with him, but then the soaked tightness in my pussy becomes too much to handle. All I can focus on is the feeling between my legs, the surging pleasure.

He grunts and snarls as we slam against each other.

Even when my pussy starts making wet noises like before, I don’t care.

All that matters is the feeling – the feeling…

It’s getting hotter, more consuming, growing inside of me until I can’t take it anymore.

I’m gasping and choking as though I can’t breathe.

Even trying to breathe is too much of a distraction from the carnal explosion tickling at the edges, blazing from my sweet spot, telling that soon, soon…

“Oh fuck,” Aaron growls, as the orgasm shatters inside of me.

All the pressure erupts outwards.

I squeeze my legs together, as my walls clench and wave after wave of earth-shattering pleasure hits me.

“You’re creaming all over my dick,” he snarls. “Fuck. You’re soaking my… oh… fuck…”

In the midst of the orgasm, I realize my man was right.

It’s ridiculous that I was ever nervous about this.

Reaching back, I claw onto him, digging my fingernails into his ab muscles. He leans down, wrapping his forearm across my chest, lifting me so we’re as close as we can possibly get.

His abs and his chest flat against my back, we rock together. We pump our bodies.

“Who do you belong to?” he snaps.

“You, you,” I whimper, as my pussy continues to pulse.

“Beg me… to…”

“Come in me,” I moan, and he rumbles in my ear, his breath catching, telling me I’ve got it right.

“Come in me. Please, Aaron, please.”

“Again,” he grunts, pounding his cock into me, causing my whole body to judder forward.

But he holds me in place, pommeling into me again, causing the orgasm to lengthen, to multiply until I’m gripping the sheets in an effort not to collapse onto my front.

“Come in—”

He roars and collapses atop me.

I whimper as I fall onto my front, then my side, and he rears back and presses my legs together, trapping his cock inside me as he throws his leg over my thigh, so he’s fucking on my side. He growls and looks down where our bodies connect, his cock disappearing between my legs.

As my orgasm subsides, he lets out a grunt, and his body jerks forward, his seed flooding into me, causing another mini orgasm to ripple through me. I feel his warmth flowing into my womb, gifting us with a life I only ever could’ve dreamed of before.

Finally, he slips out of me and drops onto the bed as his chest heaves. He wraps his arm around me and I cuddle closer, laying my cheek against his chest, listening to the thundering of his heartbeat.

I kiss his chest, tasting his sweat.

I love you.

It seems like the perfect moment to say it. I think I would if it wasn’t for the shadow of my dad looming over us.