Page 85 of Unstable

“Does my woman want it?” He taunts huskily, rubbing a hand over said bulge.

“Yes.” I don’t recognize my own voice.

“Then come get it. I’ve waited so long for this, pictured it a million times. We’re doing this my way. Crawl over here on your hands and knees and take my cock out, baby.”

That mouth. I can’t resist it—filthy, demanding and very persuasive.

I move to all fours and prowl toward him as provocatively as I can, my breasts jiggling the whole way. Surely that helps with the sexy approach I’m going for.

I reach him and rise to my knees, pushing down on the front of his briefs, his long, hard dick popping free. I groan wantonly before I can stop it.

“Whatcha gonna do with it now my lil’ vixen?” He helps me, removing his last bit of clothing all the way off.

“Exactly what you want me to do.” I go back on my hands and knees and lick my lips, getting them nice and slick, then lean forward. I take just the tip in my mouth, swiping my tongue through the salty pre-cum at the slit and moan around him.

“Fuck,” he hisses, fisting a hand in my hair. “So damn good, baby. Take more, suck it. Hard and deep, suck that cock, woman.”

His growly command spurs me on more, the bite to my scalp where his hand digs in harder turns me recklessly delirious, my single desire to make him go crazy.

I trace around the rim of his crown with a sharp, pointed tongue then swallow as much of him as I can in one swift slide downward.

“Henny, baby, God damn,” he groans, deep and delirious, and I thrive on it.

I tighten my lips around him on the glides down his rigid length, then hollow my cheeks with sweet suction coming up. I press my tongue hard along his throbbing vein and gently tease the rim again with a small hint of my teeth.

I can’t believe how much I’m enjoying this, the taste and weight of him in my mouth and the heady power I take from every pleasured sound he makes.

He can’t take much more, head thrown back on one long, loud groan as he thrusts forward, frantically, over and over. I’m driving him to primitive madness and I feed off it, my pussy clenching and throbbing. So I surrender control and let him fuck my mouth how he wants, relaxing my throat to accept his savage need.

“Oh, God, hell no.” He withdraws suddenly, sweat at his brow, beautiful chest heaving. “I am not coming in your mouth the first time.” He grabs for the condom and rips it open, swiftly rolling it over his length.

“Move up in the middle baby and spread your legs wide the fuck open for me.” He climbs onto the bed and stalks closely behind me.

When I’m situated, he covers my body with his, kissing me slowly and depthless, his hands rubbing and squeezing my breasts.

I wrap my legs and arms around him, holding him as close to me as I can, absorbing the nirvana that is our naked bodies pressed against each other. I can feel his heartbeat, pounding in chaotic rhythm with mine. Hear that his breaths are too labored.

How I waited so long to embrace what was always meant to be…now seems unimaginable.

His dick probes at my entrance and I’m more than ready, but first, he lifts his head to stare straight into my eyes. “I love you, Henley Gene Calvert. I always will.”

It takes him several, gentle tries to ease into me, loosen me up, then finally in one hard thrust, he sinks himself deep inside me, the beautiful burn causing my breath to catch in my throat.

“You okay?” he whispers, concern on his brow.

“More than. We’re really one now,” I smile, stroking his cheek. “Make love to me, Keaton.”

He needs no further persuasion, beginning to move. He uses slow, long strokes to smoothly glide in and almost all the way out of me, but I need more. I crave his strength, dominance, and every ounce of his desire. I use my ankles to push on his ass, urging him on, tilting my hips up to meet each of his thrusts.

“Baby, you are so fucking tight I can feel your pulse. Don’t want to hurt you,” he grunts.

“Feels wonderful. Fuck me, Keaton. Fuck me good.”

“Oh damn, love that mouth. I’ll fuck you real good, naughty girl.”

And he does, roaring as he plunges brutally, savagely, into me, sucking my breasts, rubbing my clit, moaning salacious praise in my ear.

“Tell me you’re close, baby. I can’t hold out, you feel so perfect I’ve got to come. Go with me. Clamp around me, Hen, take it from me.”

He presses harder on my clit, then pinches at the same time that he drags the head of his huge cock along my sweet spot and I give it to him. My pussy pulsing uncontrollably with a warm, wet release. He thrusts a few more magical times and twitches inside me with an animalistic roar, his hips jerking ‘til he’s unloaded it all.

He drops down on top of me, burying his face in my neck, panting hot on my skin.

“All that imagining, never even came close,” he faintly laughs. “That’s by far the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re amazing, Hen. I love you.”

“I love you too, Cash.”

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