Page 72 of The Fighter
I wasn’t stopping. I wouldneverstop. All I could think about was more, more, more, so I kept pumping in and out of her.
“That’s it, right there, yes, Leo, yeeess.”
I scrunched up my face trying to hold back my own orgasm to make it last, but Raven’s panting and the way she arched her back was so sexy that I couldn’t think straight.
“Leo, it’s so good… faster.”
What I needed to do was pull out and get myself under control. If I went faster, I would explode inside her, but Raven was my goddess and I couldn’t deny her anything at that moment.
“Yes. That’s it…” Raven leaned her head back and screamed out her orgasm.
I should pull out but the way her insides cramped around my cock like a soft hand jerking me off was the ultimate feeling in the world and even if my drone were on fire, I couldn’t have moved away from her.
Pull the fuck out!
I was one split second from coming when I pulled out and looked on with large eyes as my semen sprayed over her back and buttocks. Her caramel-colored skin was glistening with our sweat and my sperm.
Raven lowered her head to the mattress but kept her ass in the air. Spreading her cheeks, I used my cock to smear my semen around, spreading it from her front entrance to her back entrance.
“What are you doing?” Her tone sounded a little nervous.
“Fulfilling a fantasy.”
“What fantasy?”
“If you could see what I see. It’s so fucking hot to watch my semen smeared from your pussy to your asshole.”
“Did you come inside me?”
“No, I came on you.”
Raven turned her head. “Leo, tell me the truth. Did you come inside me?”
“No. It was close, though.”
“Geez, you scared me for a second.”
“Let me get you some tissues to dry you off.”
I enjoyed every second of cleaning her off and when I was done, she rolled to her side with a sated smile. I curled up behind her and pulled her closer to my body while intertwining our fingers.
“Leo, why are most of your tattoos on the inside of your arms? Most men have them on their shoulders.”
“I’m not most men.”
“I like the grizzly on your forearm.”
“Yeah? It’s from a hunt I did seven, no, eight years ago. That bear was the biggest motherfucker you can imagine.”
“I don’t like hunting.”
“That’s the Motlander side of you.” I kissed her hair. “This bear killed two boys from a school up in Alaska. Three friends and I were up there on a fishing trip when it happened, and we immediately volunteered to track down the bear and kill it. Took us days, but eventually I got it.”
Raven’s fingers continued to slide around my arms. “I don’t see any tattoos of deer or cougars.”
“There’s one of a wild boar on my back. It covers the scar I got when I was nine and the devil chased me and took a bite of me.”
“A wild boar chased you?”
