Black Obsidian(82)

She was flexible, able to pull her knees against her ribcage. My hands hooked behind her knees, my fingertips brushing against the skin over her ribs. I could feel her beating heart flutter wildly in her chest. She was eager for me, to be fucked again even though we’d just screwed before dinner.

She had the same appetite I had.

I tilted my hips until my head found her entrance. I slowly slid inside, feeling the usual pool of moisture greet me with excitement. I pushed through the slickness, stretching her walls like I did every other time. My cock would never get used to how tight she was. After taking her virginity and fucking her a few times, she still hadn’t stretched out.

I hoped she never did.

She laid her head back and breathed through my entry. Her tiny waist tightened as I moved farther within her. The strong muscles of her thighs tightened, and her nipples were hard and pointed to the ceiling.

I felt like a king every time I was inside her. She lay back and allowed me to have her, to possess her in a way no man ever had. That made me feel more like a man than anything else in my life. Seeing those green eyes burn just for me was an unbelievable turn-on. She turned down every other man in her life—except me.

I moved until my balls touched her ass. She took every bit of my nine-inch length, gripping the sheets underneath her and panting through the pleasure and the pain. I had a remarkable package, something all the women at Ruin whispered about because Isabella told them what I was packing. I knew some women hit on me solely because they wanted to feel every inch of my impressive thickness. But I knew I was too big for some women—like Vanilla. It would take some time for her to get used to it, but at least she enjoyed it.

I slowly thrust into her, my cock pushing through the moisture between her legs. So sticky and thick, her lubrication was similar to mine. I could smell it every time I pulled out, and the scent of her arousal just turned me on more. I kept my pace slow because every touch was enjoyable. I’d never tried vanilla before Rome, but I’d come to realize I enjoyed it—at least, with her. If it were anyone else, it was questionable.

Her hands slid over mine until she locked her small fingers around my wrists. She held on tightly, her tits shaking with every thrust I made. My cock sank deep inside her, nearly hitting her cervix every time, but she continued to enjoy it. She made quiet, sexy sounds as I fucked her at the foot of the bed, and as things heated up, those sounds were no longer quiet. “Calloway…”

I closed my eyes as I treasured that sound. She said it with such desperation and need. I was the only man she wanted on this planet, and she clung to me like she needed me just to survive. She fought me so hard, but in the end, she trusted me. She gave herself to me, taking in my furiously hard cock as her first experience. “Say it again.”

She opened her eyes and stared into mine. “Calloway.”

I moved my hands underneath her ass and gripped her cheeks. Then I thrust into her harder, our bodies smacking together as I pounded into her. Her pussy juice made the sexiest noises as my cock slid into her over and over. “Vanilla.” I buried myself entirely within her, feeling my body grow weak from the extreme pleasure. I could do this all day, every day. I could never leave the house again and fuck her until the end of my days.

“I can’t believe I waited this long.” Sweat formed on her chest, mixed with the red tint from her arousal. Her mouth was gaping open because she continued to moan from deep in her throat. Her entire body writhed for mine, her hands continuing to grip the sheets for dear life.

“You were supposed to wait this long.” I moved into her harder, claiming her pussy as my territory. I didn’t realize I’d been looking for her all my life until she walked in it. Now that I had her, I knew I would never want anyone else. She even made vanilla sex satisfying. Whatever she possessed, I needed it. Her virginity was mine because I was meant to take it. Everything that was hers was now mine.

Her moans turned into screams, and she came around my dick, gripping my cock tightly as her cum slathered me on all sides. “Oh god…” Her head rolled back, and she tugged on the sheets so hard they came loose from the mattress. “Fuck…that feels amazing.”

Now it was my turn. Having an orgasm wasn’t my favorite part of sex when it came to Vanilla. Every single moment was my favorite part. This was just the icing on top. I shoved my dick hard into her and released my seed. I filled her up to the brim, giving her more cum than she could handle. I left my cock inside her until I began to soften. Then I slowly pulled out, the white stickiness beginning to drip out. I watched it fall, feeling my possessive desires only begin to grow.