Page 12 of 12 Months of Mayhem

A wicked grin unfolded on my face, and I hooked my thumbs in the waistband. “Well, here, let me take them off so you don’t have to be so distracted by them.”

Slowly, I slid them over my hips until they dropped to where my knees rested on the bed. I watched his gaze darken as he groaned. Then I cupped my tits through the thin, matching tank top.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath before he dove at me, tackling me to the bed as I laughed. He chuckled and growled as he pretended to be attacking me by biting my neck and shoulders.

Our hands made quick work of our remaining clothing before he gripped my legs behind the knees and spread them. His mouth locked on my pussy, and my back arched off the bed as he licked through my slit before circling around my clit. When he sucked on it, I grabbed his hair in one fist and the bedding in the other as I bit my lip to keep quiet.

He took one of his hands and pushed my shirt up to cup my tit.

“Yesss,” I whispered as he pinched my nipple and nipped my pussy lip. Then I lost myself to how good it all felt. Time stood still, and I just floated in the heaven that he was creating with his mouth.

Right when I could feel my orgasm creeping up, he stopped. I whimpered, and I was sure I heard him chuckle as he crawled up and settled over me. The hot tip of his cock nudged my opening, and I wiggled my hips to help him coat it in the wetness he’d made. Then he slowly started to push it in, and I sighed in contentment at the perfect way he filled me. I loved how he knew to pull back out to gather more of the natural lube he’d created by feasting on me. Bit by bit, he worked himself in until he was deep inside. My breath caught. It was like he was made for me.

Thissssss.

This was what I craved.

When he started to move, he stared into my eyes. There were no words. Some things needed none.

As his pace increased, I clutched his arms that braced him above me. He shifted and lifted one hand that he wrapped around my throat.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” Slow strokes followed that had me wrapping my legs around his in agreement.

“Please,” I begged as I held the forearm connected to the hand around my neck.

Knowing what I needed, he tightened his grip ever so slightly. Enough that it was more difficult to breathe, but never enough to hurt me. I fucking loved it.

He owned me.

“You like that?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I rasped in reply.

“You like that cock inside you?” he asked as he drove that thick length into me over and over. The amulet on his chain swung and bounced off his chest as he moved.

“Fuck yes.”

“Good girl.”

Those two words… I exploded, shamelessly soaking the bed.

“I’m gonna come. You ready?” He fucked me hard, fast, and deep. His rhythm was faltering, and I knew it wouldn’t have mattered if I said yes or no.

But I was ready. I was always ready for him to come in me.

“Yesssss.”

He released the hold he had on me, threw my legs over his shoulders, and went deeper than I thought possible as he fucked me with animalistic abandon. Finally, he softly chanted, “I’m gonna come, fuck yes, fuck yes, I’m coming.”

I welcomed every drop into my body, and when he collapsed to his elbows and buried his face in my shoulder, I held him. A light sheen of sweat coated every inch of our skin. Our heavy breathing was the only sound in the quiet room.

When he slowly withdrew and rolled over, I snuggled into him for a moment. Then I got up, cleaned up, and came back to bed. I thought he was sleeping, but he reached out, dragging me into his side and pressing my head to his chest.

When I was with him, I was whole.

Content, I drifted off to sleep with a smile.

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