Page 56 of Endlessly Yours
“I love this tattoo here. Every time I see it, it gets me hard. Like when you are reaching up for something, and I just get a bare glimpse. It reminds me of when you’re bent over like this, and my cock is slowly sliding into you from behind. Because one day, I’m going to fuck this ass of yours and watch as your back arches just like this, and this tattoo will be exactly what I focus on. And then I’ll pull out and come all over that pretty back of yours. What do you think? Do you think your tattoo will look pretty covered in my cum?” he asked, his voice so growly that I squirmed harder against his cock.
He gripped my hip, keeping me steady.
“If you make me come in my jeans, I’m going to spank that ass.”
I wiggled again, and the sharp sting of his hand against my ass, even through my jeans, made me gasp.
“Face on the bed. Keep that mouth of yours closed as I show you exactly what I mean.”
I lowered my face, biting down on the comforter so I wouldn’t shout as loudly while he pulled down my pants with my panties all in one movement.
I was naked before him as he knelt behind me, spreading my ass cheeks.
“So fucking beautiful. Look how wet you are. Just for me?”
I nodded, mouth full of comforter as I gripped the bedding tightly. And then he was licking my cunt, exploring me with his tongue. He sucked on my clit, twisting his lips ever so slightly, nearly rocking me off the bed. But he kept me steady, spreading me as he then buried his face in my ass, licking and sucking. And when he dove back into my pussy with his tongue, I nearly came but curled my toes into my carpet, keeping myself steady. He slowly probed my asshole with his fingers, using my own fluids to wetten them, but he didn’t push deeper in. Aching, I pressed back, and he chuckled.
“I think you’re going to need to be a little more wet for this.” He spit at me, once, twice, over my asshole, and then he was probing me again, guiding one finger deep inside and then a second. He stretched me, and my toes spread, my whole body arching for him.
“One day, you’ll be ready for my cock, but not yet.”
He licked at my pussy again, and then I was coming, both of us groaning. Thankfully, his face was still between my legs, muffling the sound.
And before I could blink, his jeans were off, the sound of him undoing his belt nearly making me come again.
And when the feel of his piercing against my wet pussy nearly sent me over the edge again, I moaned.
“I know we said we were both clean, and you’re on birth control, but are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice soft.
“Please. Just fuck me,” I whispered.
“Damn straight.”
And then he was inside of me, the feel of him bare within me sending me over the edge. I could feel every single barbell touching that soft and sensitive spot deep inside. He froze, his fingers digging into my hips as I came, clenching around his cock.
And then he was moving, hard, fast, fucking me into the edge of the bed.
Before I could think, he was pulling out, and I was on my back, knees up to my shoulders, as he slid into me again.
“Look down in between us, look at me fucking you. This is you, me. No one else. Do you see that? Your pussy is begging for my cock, gripping it. Do you hear that? You’re so fucking wet. So turned on just by my cock.”
“It’s not just your cock,” I whispered, and he laughed, taking my mouth.
We both moved against one another, taking each other, my fingers dug into his shirt, and I realized he was still clothed, so I slid my hands up his back, clinging to him as he fucked me, both of us meeting gazes for once. And, in that moment, his eyes darkened again, and he whispered my name against my lips before he came, filling me with his cum.
He lay above me, hovering so he didn’t crush me for a moment, as I swallowed hard.
“Well, I don’t think I’ve come that hard in a while,” I whispered.
“Same. I thought I’d last a bit longer.” He kissed me softly on the mouth, once, twice, before gently playing with my breasts, as if absentmindedly just needing to touch me.
Tears pricked my gaze, and I knew this man could hurt me, but again, maybe he wouldn’t.
Maybe all would be okay.
“Let me get you cleaned up, baby girl. I think I left my mark on you.”
“Are you talking about bruises? Or the fact that I’m pretty sure I can feel your cum sliding out between my legs.”
