Page 54 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
Moving to his apartment four months ago was a wild adventure. Ever since, it’s even more thrilling, sexy, and dangerous. We love to explore our kinks and try new ones.
“Those were new clothes.” Unimpressed by my act, he shakes his head sideways.
“Now they’re soaked clothes,” I retort, the goofiness pours out of me.
“Fuck, you’re such a brat sometimes.” The corner of his mouth tugs up, “who earned herself a spanking session.”
My entire body lights up to those words and I tease him by undressing myself.
He takes his clothes off and reenters the shower with me. His lips find their way to mine, pushing past them with eagerness.
Gently, he extracts the butt plug he instilled in me this morning. “Are you alright?”
“Peachy,” I taunt.
Without any warning, he shoves my front to the wall, plunges three fingers inside my pussy while filling my back hole with his thick cock, grabs my throat, and seals the soft texture of the mouth I want all over me.
“Mmm.”
“I know what my future wife needs.”
The sensation is overwhelming. That butt plug he constantly uses on me is a miracle worker.
My body is already shaking, “Luka.”
“You’re so beautiful taking me in and out of your ass like a good girl.” He hisses in my ear, pumping in a divine rhythm, back and forth, my taut hole is dripping endlessly for him. “As long as you laugh or scream I’ll be whatever you need me to be.”
SMACK.
SMACK.
Each butt cheek gets its own thundering slap, causing my inner walls to clench tightly around his cock.
Squeezing my throat once, “Now give me your orgasms.”
I shudder to a million, little, blissful particles. He follows right behind me, pouring his cum within me.
After our breaths slow down our bodies relax. A wicked grin forms on his lips. “Good, now we’ll both watch me fuck your holes till our cum leaks out of you.”
A soft-moan leaves my throat. “I have an idea…”
“What kind of an idea?” he questions.
“Wait here.”
My feet skip their way to the kitchen to grab an orange, and a knife then run back to the shower, leaving droplets of water on the floor.
Cutting a hole in the middle to match Luka’s width, I slide it on him and rub it along the hard cock I love to swallow so much.
The pierced head invades my lips and the suctions I perform pulling the guttural groans to the steamy bathroom where his handprint decorates the glass doors next to my message.Fuck me, Luka.
“Does it feel like being inside me?”
He caresses my cheek—so much love reflects in our eyes.
“Nothing compares to being inside you, wildflower.” He bites down his lower lip as I continue to suck him and rub the fruit along his length. “It feels—fuck.” He grunts.
My tongue plays with the piercing, flicking it from side to side. Up and down. Teasing the ridge of the head the more I twirl my hungry muscle around his thick cock. Making sure to play with the other end of the barbell underneath the bottom gland to amplify his pleasure.
