He tastes of me,

his lips and his kiss, sweet as honey, smooth as milk, sticky as my love,

I am on his breath and on this tongue, the ripe flavor as he kisses me back with hunger and fervor. He fold me under his body, after having just sucked the juices of my core,

my cunt, my pleasure, my beautiful sex,

His cock, the illustrious tip teases me, my ass and my core,

He makes me feel the heaviness of his hard-on, knowing how aching I am.

I scratch and whimper, beg and moan, he lays it on my skin watching me rock back and forth trying to ease it in. He mocks me with it.

I swallow my flavor, it trickles down my throat from his kiss. He stands

and anchors my thighs against his abdomen, locking my ankles into place, pulling me to the edge of the bed, just my holes touch him now. He winks at me, surely knowing how deep I want to feel him.

and then he thrusts, standing with his height so proud, so strong, so dominating, kisses my ankles, and my calves, my heels, thrusting so deep and hard,

it starts to knock the wind out of me, I arch my back, claw the sheets, open my mouth to scream and hear only my silence,

He says something, I don’t hear, he pulls out and I moan in frustration, my orgasm pending,

then my ass feels the stretch, my juices coating my thighs, my cunt dripping, the wetness now fueling the opening of my tight ass,

His eyes close, my mouth opens.

This night won’t be one where time matters,

I open my mouth and tell him to use me, fuck me, fill me with his cum, his seed, I beg to be soaked and covered in his cum.