Page 109 of Capri

“Never,” she exhales. “I’m ready for you.”

Time to make good on my promise. My mouth finds the shell of her ear, and I whisper, “Strip.”

Capri draws her bottom lip into her mouth. “With pleasure,” she says, voice filled with expectation.

My eyes don’t miss a lick as my woman gets naked before me. Delicious tits, peaked to perfection. Slim waist leading to the fullest fucking hips I can’t wait to see the markings of my fingertips against.

And my favorite part of all: those beautiful lines along her lower stomach, evidence of how resilient and brave she is. Lines that made her one hell of a woman and came from housing a miracle little human.

I could study the design of her body for the rest of my days.

Drinking in the beauty of her, I chuckle, “Kinda feel like seeing you spread out on that chair for me.” I nod to the oversized chair in her living room. “Hands on the armrests, ass up, chest down. Go, sweetheart.”

She walks to her spot. “Yes, Captain.” Capri perches herself in position, and I circle behind her, taking in the view. “All for me?” I tease, swiping my finger up her center.

Her body jolts, chasing my touch. “Only ever yours.”

I need to be inside of her. Now.

“Touch yourself,” I tell her, while I work on getting my pants off. I strip off my bottoms, watching as Capri runs circles across her swollen nub.

This view is what contentment looks like.

My hands find the outside of her hips, moving to squeeze the globes of her ass. “These hips,” I growl. “My fucking weakness.”

Smack.I slap her cheek with force before plunging a finger inside of her.

“Jonessss,” she cries out.

The thickness of her thighs mixed with the fullness of her hips makes my cock ache. I need to come, preferably inside of her.

My hands hold tight to her sides while I coast the tip of my dick across her entrance, coating myself in her wetness. “You’re fucking soaked, sweetheart. Making a mess on my cock already.”

“You like it,” she tells me with a breathy laugh.

I chuckle. “Yeah, I do,” I say before driving home, burying myself to the hilt. “Don’t see that ever changing.”

My eyes trace over the striped markings across her stomach and hips as I slam into her, a feral need inside of me bursting at the seams.

“Yessss. Feels so good,” she cries out, rocking against me. “Fuck me good, Captain.”

My thrusts are relentless, chasing a feeling we both need. My tip reaches the farthest point before I pull back out, only to slam home again.

“Better not have shared this tight cunt while we were apart,” I grunt, the possibility of Capri giving herself to another man makes me sick.

“Never. I’ve only been with you.”

Gahhhh, that makes me happy to hear. I don’t know if I could handle knowing she shared what's mine.

“No other man would be enough. It’s just you and me, Capri. Now, watch me fuck this pussy,” I grunt through quick thrusts. “Jesus fuck. We fit together perfectly. You’re squeezing me so tight, baby.”

“You’re so deep,” she whimpers. “I feel you everywhere.”

“And you will for days after too,” I bellow out.

Reaching around to grab her tits, I squeeze tight then use one hand to pull her hair in a rough tug. The sensation of her pussy gripping me as I pound into her has my orgasm taking over. I yank her hair back, enough to see the tears pouring from her beautiful blue eyes and it sends me over. Capri is following right along with me.

“That’s it, beautiful. Milk my cock.”

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