Page 115 of Smoke

“Goddammit, Romi,” he groaned, burying his face between my neck and shoulder. “That’s how this pussy coming?”

The connecting of our bodies was amazing. He was firm but gentle in the ways he handled me. Those long, deep strokes had my back arching from the bed.

“Oooo shit… fuck!”

My nails dug into his flesh as I tried to pull him deeper into me.

“Devin… Oh, God! Yes! You feel so good…”

“I know, baby,” he said arrogantly. “Dick that’s made for you is supposed to feel just like this.”

He pinned my arms over my head and rolled his hips into me. My mouth fell open, but nothing came out.

“I told you my ears are sensitive, baby,” he said, going a little harder. “I need to hear you.”

Moans involuntarily poured from me as he stroked me to oblivion. Stars burst behind my eyes as I fell deeper and deeper into his abyss.

“Please make me cum… I wanna cum…”

He chuckled. “Not yet.”

Pulling out, he flipped me over onto my stomach and pulled me up into an arch. The next thing I felt was his tongue against my clit and his finger in my pussy. I reached back to grab the back of his head as I grinded my pussy in his face.

“Shit!” I cried out in pleasure.

I almost couldn’t take his tongue lashing. He brought me to the brink of ecstasy before pulling his mouth away and sliding back into me in one swift motion. The weight of his body against mine brought an almost euphoric feeling. One hand came around my neck as the other slid beneath me to palm my breast while he stroked me from behind.

“Fuck!” He grunted in my ear. “This pussy’s so damn good, Romi,” he declared. “This muthafucka belongs to me, you understand that?”

“I understand… It’s yours… It’s all yours.”

His strokes deepened, and his grunts grew louder, matching my own. They echoed off the walls surrounding us. A string of dirty things left my lips.

“Fuck!”

“Shit!”

“Fuck me… Fuck me just like that…”

He pinned my arms to the bed, and all I could do was lie there and take it as cries of pleasure engulfed us.

He growled in my ear. “Breathe for me, baby. You can take this shit.”

I wasn’t sure if Icouldtake any more. My pussy was so wet that I was certain there was a puddle beneath us. The sounds of him sliding in and out of me did nothing but turn me on more.

“Look at yourself, baby,” he said, pointing.

It was at that moment I realized he’d positioned us in front of the mirror across from the bed.

“You see how fucking pretty you look taking this dick? You love it, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

My eyes closed, but he tapped the side of my face.

“Look at me. Look. At. Me.”

My eyes met his in the mirror, and I almost fucking lost it. His eyes were wild, almost animalistic, like he was the hunter, and I was his prey.

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