Page 33 of Claymore
Claymore sucked lightly on my clit, running his tongue along its curves until I couldn’t keep quiet any longer. The moans grew louder, quicker, as if he’d somehow mastered the art of my body in such a short amount of time. I grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging tightly as his lips darted into my opening, and the intense flood of ecstasy exploded within.
He rose, pulling down his gray sweatpants to reveal his long, hard dick. I spotted the veins running up the shaft and the perfect shiny tip my body begged for. I took it between my hands, feeling just how solid it truly was as I guided it closer to my opening.
“Put it in for me, Ella,” he whispered, and I bit my lip.
I slid his dick inside, feeling the first thrust, and I gasped. I gazed into his deep brown eyes, my hand wrapped around the back of his neck while he pulled me closer. His fingertips dug into my ass cheeks as he drove his dick deeper, harder, faster until I could barely catch my breath. The electricity between us made me shudder with excitement as his dick slid in and out of me with ease.
My pussy was drenched, my clit swollen, and my body longed for more. He slid his hands under my ass, slapping a cheek so hard, the aftershocks rippled through me. He lifted me up, his dick safely inside me as he carried me over to the living room wall, giving me nothing to hold onto but him. He rammed his dick up inside me as he moved, my breasts bouncing with every move, my mouth hanging open in absolute shock at how incredible he was.
I buried my head in his neck to drown out the sound of my screams, the cries of pleasure that would echo through this house for days to come. The orgasm rose inside of me, the will to let it erupt coursed through my veins, but I held on. Claymore smiled at me, kissing me hard while he fucked me with every ounce of energy he had. Every thrust made me gasp, every stroke of his fingertips against my clit made me cry out loudly. My concentration slipped, my mind a melted mess as the orgasm exploded through me, and my body squirmed in his grasp.
“Claymore. I… I… Oh my God!”
I whimpered as he kissed me, biting down on my lower lip, his body tensing. The veins rose to the surface of his strong, muscular arms and he gazed at me, my back pressed up against the wall for support. My legs could barely hold anymore, and I knew they’d give out on me at any second. Claymore didn’t break our gaze. He pulled his dick out, holding me up while his warm load coated my inner thigh. We were both a mess, but he didn’t care. He kissed me softly on the lips and again on the forehead. I shut my eyes, relishing in it, wishing this moment would never end.
My pussy swelled, thumping with pleasure as he carried me off to bed. He went to the bedroom for a wet towel, wiping my body clean before he leaned in to kiss me. He stared down at my naked body with a smirk, taking in every inch of my flushed skin, and the way my body still begged for him. I grabbed the dog tag necklace, feeling the cool metal between my fingers as he drew closer to me, and I kissed him hard.
I could smell the scent of his cologne on my skin as his fingers traveled down my body, revisiting my swollen clit, rubbing it in soft circles. I moaned in his mouth, feeling his dick harden, pressing up against my thigh. I reached for it. It pulsated in my hand, and I glanced up, watching Claymore smile at me.
“You want more, baby?”
I bit my lip, nodding, and he chuckled softly.
“I’ll give you more.”
He flipped me around, my hard nipples and perky breasts pressing into his bedsheets. I lifted my ass in the air, feeling him slap it so hard I squealed. He grabbed a cheek, squeezing tightly as he guided me back to him. My body pressed up against his warm skin, my mind high on anticipation for the next subtle graze of his dick. He teased my pussy, the tip of his dick slowly gliding across my swollen clit, and I whimpered.
I was still soaking wet for him. The second he slipped his dick back in, the ache dissipated and only pleasure remained.
“Fuck. Oh my God. Fuck…”
He slapped my ass cheek again and I buried my face into his sheets while he drove his dick deep inside. My fingernails dug into the mattress as I felt his balls slap up against me, his dick sliding in and out, making me tremble. The sensation of him enveloped me. It consumed me completely. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and he held me steady, ramming me hard, making my wetness splatter all over himself. It trickled, it dripped, and it made us both an undeniable mess of perfection.
Everything about this was perfect. Everything abouthimwas perfect.
“Fuck. You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
My body ignited with a swell of an orgasm I couldn’t hold off. I peeked over my shoulder to see his strong muscles tense, his glistening chest shining in the warm hue of his bedroom light. The orgasm erupted through me. I let out a scream that must’ve echoed through the entire neighborhood. Every sensation made me wetter, every move he made drove me irrevocably wild.
He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me back so he could see my face as I came. He relished in it the same way I savored every moment with him. His grip grew tighter, his muscles tensing, and I knew he was ready. I glanced over my shoulder again, captivated by that look on his face, just as he pulled out. His warm load covered my back, and I collapsed fully onto the sheets, resting for a moment.
“Let me get you all cleaned upagain,” he said, smirking.
I giggled softly, hearing the bathroom light switch flip, and soon he came back with a warm, wet towel to clean me up. Our second towel for the night. It warmed my heart to feel him take care of me, to watch as he tucked me up in bed right after. He leaned in, kissing me on the forehead, and I beamed.
He turned to leave, heading back for the couch, but I grabbed his arm.
“Please, stay.”
“You sure, Ella?”
“I’m sure,” I murmured, blushing.
He climbed into bed with me, our naked bodies pressing up against each other, and I basked in his warmth. He held me close and I felt safer than I’d ever felt in my entire life. The soreness between my legs made me smile, it practically lulled me to sleep as I focused on it, realizing I had absolutely no regrets. Part of me wondered ifthis, if us being together was a little too reckless, but the other part of me didn’t care.
I slowly began drifting off to sleep with heavy eyelids right there in his arms. The feeling of his breathing under my head, the rising and falling sensation kept me calm. It was then I realized there was no place else I’d rather be.
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