Page 114 of Pretend
“Daegan, oh Daegan.”
I made her come with my dick in her ass, but now it’s my turn.
“Turn around.”
At first, she doesn’t understand, but finally, she gets the idea. She’s hesitant. I give her tits another suck, biting down on each teardrop gently. I’m an animal for her, a beast that needs to taste and see how she bleeds.
“I want to see if you bleed just as pretty as your smile,” I kiss her right breast and let the monsters in my head take over.
I bite her skin, just below her brown nipple, and she whimpers in pain. I bit her for the purpose of drawing red. A metallic taste fills the tip of my tongue, and she claws at my hair as she still straddles my dick, still high on her orgasm.
I’ve marked her as mine, and this is just the start. I’m going to mark her ass cheeks next with my teeth.
I kiss her, my tongue traveling down into her mouth.
She sits reverse cowgirl on me, settling in and out, and my dick rams into her rim like it’s my new permanent home where I’ll always have the keys to. She’s so fucking tight here too,fuck.
“Don’t tease me again unless you’re going to do something about it, littleValentine.” I threaten.
“Oh yeah?” She taunts over her shoulder. She bends forward, massaging my balls as I fuck her behind. Her soft palms grip my balls, softening my darkened thrusts.
I grab her hair, pulling it hard as she bounces on my dick, and I release havoc. In and out I go, and the bed shakes, the sight of her tits and hard nipples bouncing up and down with each detrimental thrust I inflict on her divine body.
She’s so sexy.
She moans, and through gritted teeth, I groan back in sweet nirvana.
“Fuck baby, use me as your chair any time.” I continue to pull on her hair and fuck her as hard as she lets me. She falls forward, grabs my shins, and decides to take control of the pace I set, and I let her. I throw my head back as I grab onto her ass and hips. Her hips roll, and my cock swells, throbbing and begging to release. I never knew patience like right now because I want to do bad things to her.
I want to fuck her against the wall, the desk, the nightstand, and the shower right after this. I want to tie her up and never let her leave this room until she can’t walk. Every time she takes a step, she’ll feel my markings.
But the way she’s moving and feels, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced or known. No one has ever come close to her. No one has ever tasted as good as her or laughed and loved as sweet as her.
My little valentine.
She has me trapped under a spell, and I know I’m in trouble.
I reach over and bite her ass until she bleeds for me. She grits out a moan. “Oh fuck, Daegan.”
I follow right after, letting myself drown in our forbidden lustrous affair, draining my balls inside her, my strokes deep and slow and fucking sensitive. Her mouth gapes open from her blissful high the entire time. She glides off my dick slowly, her thighs buckling over, and she almost falls over from the exhaustion. Watching the come fall out of her ass is a sight so majestic, I want to see it again.
I grab hold of her arms before she topples over the mattress, and I kiss her lips softly, my pace of action the opposite of a few moments ago.
Her lips brush against mine softly and slowly. I kiss her like I want to savor this moment for eternity…like it’ll be the last time she’ll ever let me touch her.
Her cheeks are flushed, sweat coating her beautiful tan skin, and I kiss her cheeks over and over again. She pants hard and holds me tight, around my neck like she doesn’t want me to let go, and I don’t plan to…yet.
She palms my rib tattoo, wholly exhausted with closed eyes, but a slight smile is painted on her face. Her nose digs into my neck, and our skin is damp from sweating.
I flip her over gently so she’s now resting on her side, still breathing heavily from the world-shattering sex.
Her curls are wet from the sweat on her face, and I brush them away, tucking them behind her cute little ears.
“How are you feeling?”
She let me claim her ass, and now I need to make sure she’s okay. I brush my knuckles on her face, pushing her hair behind her ear.
“I’m great. Can we please do that again soon?” Her shallow breathing is all I hear, along with her angelic voice. I could listen to her talk all day. She has the kind of voice that could make demons change sides, the kind of voice that makes you believe heaven is on earth too, not only in the afterlife, and a voice that could make me believe in love again.
