“You gonna come, baby? Your ass is begging for it, milking my dick.”
“Mmm-hmm…” I can’t really talk. I can mumble a little, though. ‘Cause I want it, want him to paint me from the inside out.
He slaps my ass, waking me up in an instant, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure through me. “Fuck me.”
“That’s what I’m doing, baby.” He spanks me again, harder this time, the burn shoving my orgasm closer.
“Mark!”
“Oh, yeah, you like that.” I can feel his smug attitude radiating from behind me, and he deserves every bit of those feelings because he’s right.
Actually, he’s wrong. I don’t just like it—I fucking love it.
Another smack, another jolt. Again and again, in time with his strokes, shoving in and yanking out of my asshole while he spanks my cheeks. I feel the heat and pain mingling in the pleasure his fucking’s creating, rolling together and creating a wave of undeniable ecstasy. It’s growing and growing larger by the second until I’m filled with it. Every nook and cranny inside my body is consumed by the sensation he’s creating.
He fucks me harder, deeper, banging into me, our breathing growing heavier, mixing with the sounds of our bodies meeting and the bed hitting the wall with each of his powerful thrusts.
“Come in me, Mark. Do it. Fill me with your cum.” I moan and groan, gasp when he hits me once again. Shit. Right there, oh, yeah…that sends me over the edge, sends me flying high and screaming his name while my pussy and ass clamp down, milk and spasm. God, what I wouldn’t give to have my pussy filled at the same time. “Yes, god, yes…”
“Fuck, Alesha. Baby…”
He’s jerking against me, fingers digging into my hips, probably leaving bruises behind, but I don’t mind. His cock’s growing thicker inside me, jerking, and then the splash of his hot cum is hitting my inner walls, spurting inside me. He rocks with me, our bodies moving as one while more and more of his seed comes out of his dick and into me.
Slowly, by moments, we calm, our breathing returning to normal, and then Mark slumps to the side, bringing me with him, his cock still sheathed in my ass.
He kisses the back of my neck, so tender and sweet. “Oh, baby. That was…”
“Mmm-hmm.” I wiggle against him, his dick slowly softening inside me. I can still feel the stretch and heat of him, his cum dribbling from my hole.
“Stay here, baby.” He eases from my back passage and I whimper, reach back for him, but he’s already gone. I watch while he pads naked to the bathroom and returns moments later with two washcloths. He reaches for me, but I hold out my hand. “Stop it. Let me take care of you.”
He presses a quick kiss on my shoulder and nudges my hand away, taking care of cleaning me up, wiping away the evidence of his pleasure. Then, after he’s done with me, he does the same to himself.
“Pain in my ass, white boy,” I grumble, not really meaning it, but it’s what we do. We argue about how annoying we are to each other.
“Only if you ask nicely,” he replies.
I snort.
“You were begging, and not too long ago.” He snuggles behind me, his cock nestling along the crack of my ass, arms draped over me. I look down, stare at the contrast of our skin color, his lily-white to my milk chocolate. “I believe it was something along the lines of ‘give me your big dick. Fuck me hard. Make me scream.’ But I could be wrong.”
I look over my shoulder and stick my tongue out at him. “You’re a butthole.”
He raises a single brow. “That’s what you’ve got? ‘You’re a butthole?’”
I narrow my eyes and glare at him.
“It’s okay, baby, I’ll take that. I’ll also take you.”
“What’re you talking about?”
He scrapes his teeth along my shoulder, nibbles my skin. “I’m keeping you.”
“You can’t keep me! I’m my own wo—”
He silences me with a kiss. And it’s almost enough to make me lose my “mad.” Almost. “Hush. You are your own woman, but now, you’re also mine. Don’t worry. You can still hang out with your heffas. You just won’t be picking up men anymore. I’m your man now.”
“What?” My mouth opens wide in surprise. “You did not just call my friends heffas!”
I get another kiss, but this time, while he shifts me to my back and thrusts into my pussy again. His cock’s hard and thick, filling me, a shot of ecstasy spreading from my pussy.
“I did. And I am your man.” He withdraws and eases forward, nice and gentle. “No one else is fucking this pussy. I’ve ruined you, haven’t I? Say it.” He pulls out, pushes back in. “Say it, baby.” He nibbles my lower lip, rains kisses along my jaw and tugs on my earlobe with his teeth. “Say it,” he whispers, licking the shell of my ear.