Page 73 of Man Seeking Woman

“Is it bad for me to tell you that I really do enjoy this? I like when you fuck me, I like when you take what you want, I like when you lose control and can't stop yourself from slamming your cock inside. It's such a fucking turn on.”

Growling, I ran my tongue up her throat, holding her head with the pads of my fingers. Ella let out a sexy little coo as she exhaled, her hands gripping the thin ledge of the wood so tight her knuckles turned white.

“Is it bad that all I can think about is fucking you? Is it bad that you're constantly on my mind and I can't stop thinking about all the ways I want to put my dick inside you to make you come?”

Ella moaned, spreading her thighs open wider as she raked her hands through my hair and tore at my scalp. It was amazing to feel her lose herself that way, to watch her become so unraveled that she didn't know up from down.

Rolling her hips, she leaned back against the mirror, her slender fingers tearing at the buckle on my belt. “Get these fucking things off,” she demanded through clenched teeth.

Kissing her shoulder, I moved my mouth across her collarbone, and up her neck. I could feel her hands as they tried desperately to free my cock. Kissing her lips softly, I spoke quietly, allowing my words to vibrate over her mouth. “If you can get my pants off, you can have my cock.”

Letting out an annoyed sigh, Ella worked at the buckle, trying to un-clip the metal rung. “You do it, I can't get it.” Her fingers moved and tugged, pulling and jerking on the buckle. “Get this thing open.”

“I guess you're really going to have to work for it.” Smirking, I dragged my lips across her forehead and onto her ear, nibbling at her lobe. “You need to work if you want it that bad.”

“We have a time limit.”

“Fuck the dinner, we can have dinner with my mother anytime. But this, watching you go crazy just to get my cock, is far more exciting. Unless you can't do it, maybe you don't want my cock as bad as you're saying you do.”

Ella growled, and I was surprised by how ravenous she sounded. She wanted to win the war with my belt, she wanted to get through the barrier and make me eat my words.

Fuck, this woman is going to ruin me.

Swirling my thumb over her clit, I felt her thighs start to tremble and her hands become insanely crazed as she worked at the belt.

“Fuck this,” she suddenly blurted out, tearing down my zipper and sticking her hand into my pants. “I don't need to get that fucking belt off.” Wrapping her hand around my cock, she pulled it through the opening.

Her pussy was glistening as she pushed her hips up and slapped her swollen bud with my cock. My cock was engorged, the head shiny and red, eager to be inside her.

“God damn.” Dropping my head back, I felt my muscles start to shake as she stroked my cock, rubbing the tip up and down her folds. Dipping my cock into her entrance, she pulled the tip back out and spread her juice over the plump curve with her thumb.

It was hard for me to put into words what I was feeling. This sex was different and I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing yet. I knew there was a goal, a point we were trying to reach, and once we hit it, then what?

I loved fucking her, I loved the way it felt to be inside her, to feel her all around me. To watch her dance around my kitchen as she cooked with a smile on her face, to feel her next to me in bed while I slept.

Would that all stop once she got pregnant?

I wasn't sure I wanted it to. All I could do was enjoy all those moments for as long as I could.

“I win,” she said, butterflying her legs and sitting up straighter. “Now fuck me.” Guiding my cock, she gyrated her hips, pushing her pussy onto my dick.

My crown popped inside her heat, feeling her wetness as it surrounded me like a silk blanket. I literally could fuck this girl all day long. She felt so good, so tight, perfectly wrapping my cock like she was made for me.

Scooping her face in my hand, I pressed my other hand into the top of the dresser beside her, and drove my dick in slow and firm. I wanted her to feel me inside her, I wanted her to experience my cock like it was a fucking amusement park ride she'd want to get on again and again.

Rocking my waist, Ella rolled with me. Our bodies were in sync, meeting each other's pace. Pulling down the front of her dress, I ran my tongue from one nipple to the other, nipping and plucking at the perked beads.

Grunting, I felt my balls pull up as my stomach clenched and the orgasm began to grow, spreading like wildfire. My hips began to rock faster, thrusting harder and harder as my cock turned to marble.

Driving my hand into the hair at the base of her skull, I pressed my face into her neck and groaned. “I'm going to come, fuck, I'm going to come, Ella.”

“Don't stop,” she pleaded, rubbing her swollen clit against my lower stomach. “Fuck me, don't stop, just don't stop.”

I felt her pussy as it clenched down hard and her back stiffened. Keeping my eyes open, I watched as her skin exploded in goosebumps, one at a time, and that was all it took. My dick blew hot come deep inside her, feeding her my life blood.

This is it, I can feel it. This one will get her pregnant.

We'd only had sex twice, but the way my load shot out in spurts, the way her pussy held onto my length, keeping me inside, it just felt like there was no way one of my little fighters didn't swim to the finish line.

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