Page 55 of Text Me, Take Me

That’s all I need.

My grip tightens on her hips and I slam in one final time, cock buried to the base as I erupt. My come blasts deep inside her in thick, hot ropes, flooding her, mixing with her own wetness. My body shakes with my release, my breath hot on her skin, my groans rough and broken as the last spurts empty into her.

We collapse in a tangled, soaked heap, my cock still twitching inside her, her pussy fluttering around me, milked raw and used.

We’re slick with sweat, our breath ragged, the air filled with the scent of sex.

And I still haven’t had enough.

“Fuck,” she moans, and that one word makes me grow hard again, my flaccid cock aching with new tension. “Oh… Dom. Seriously?”

“You’re the sexiest woman alive, Keepsake. Don’t sound so fucking surprised.”

“You’re hard already. Again.”

“Only for you. Fuck. Your pussy is addictive.”

“Hmm,” she whimpers.

I grip her hips and pull out halfway, my cock solid again, soaking wet with our releases. When I slam back in, she cries out, hands reaching back to find a part of me to cling onto. I set a rhythm: hard, deep, relentless. Each thrust rocks her up onto the bed. Her breasts bounce with every stroke, making fleshy curvy slapping sounds.

“Look at you,” I pant. “Taking all of me. Every. Fucking. Inch.”

She moans louder. I grab her shoulders, get her on all fours again. Her pussy grips me tighter in this position, her moans turning into screams as I fuck her deeper, harder.

The slap of skin on skin fills the room. Her juices coat my cock, dripping down my balls. She’s soaked, shivering, close.

“You’re going to come one more time,” I growl, reaching between us to rub her clit. “Come on this cock.”

She screams as she shatters, her pussy clenching wildly, her body locking up as waves of pleasure slam through her. I keep fucking her through it, riding her orgasm, not letting up.

“Dom…” she gasps. “So deep…”

Her tightness hugs me perfectly in this position, her ass bouncing as I fuck her with savage hunger. My balls slap against her soaked folds, the sound filthy and perfect.

“You were made for this,” I growl. “Made for my cock.”

She cries out, her voice breaking, one hand slipping down to rub her clit. “I’m going to come again – please – don’t stop…”

“I’m not fucking stopping.”

As she reaches yet another explosion, I greedily spank her thick ass.

“You belong…” I spank her. “To…” Harder, fiercer, leaving tattoos of hunger on her thick creaminess.“Me.”

“Ahhhh,” she gasps.

I pound into her harder, watching her body tense. When she comes again, this time with a scream so raw it tears through my control.

I pull out, flip her onto her back, and thrust back in, needing to see her face. Her eyes meet mine, filled with lust and desperation.

“Touch yourself,” I order.

She does. Rubbing her clit fast, her body tight with tension.

I lean down, pinning one wrist above her head with my hand, loving this position, knowing it will becomeourposition, thrusting faster, losing myself. Her walls flutter around me.

I slam in deep and explode inside her a second time, my cock pulsing. Her pussy caressing me for every drop of release, both of us shuddering.

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