“Yeah I know, Reese’s.”
His hand closed around his cock, stroking his hardened length before rubbing the head over the same path his fingers had taken. My body arched, thrusting upward against his erection desperate for the friction. It didn’t matter he fucked me three hours ago, twice, I was like a frayed wire craving the currents he evoked in me.
“Anthony, don’t make me beg,” I said, dragging my nails across his chest. “Fuck me.”
“Later,” he ground out, giving his dick one last pull. He slid down my body until he positioned himself between my legs, his fingers spreading my pussy and his tongue diving in. I laced my fingers into his hair and pressed against the back of his head, pushing his mouth harder against me. He hadn’t shaved in a few days so the scruff lining his face added the perfect amount of friction as he lapped at me.
“Fuck,” I hissed, lifting my hips.
“So fucking good,” he moaned, nipping at my clit.
I covered my mouth with my hand to muffle my frantic cries as I rode his face.
“Thatta girl, give it to me baby,” he commanded, his tongue pressing against the swollen bud sending me skyrocketing over the edge and falling to my orgasm. I felt myself tighten and convulse against his tongue. He gently licked me but I was so sensitive I couldn’t stand it anymore, feeling like I was falling apart against his mouth.
He slowly lifted his head from between my legs, his chin resting against my knee as his hand drew circles over my inner thigh.
“I love watching you come,” he said, kissing my kneecap. “I used to dream of that face, the one you make when you’re screaming my name.”
I took a deep breath, pushing away the hair that fell over my eyes and stared at him lazily. “Tell me what it was like,” I whispered breathlessly.
“Prison?” He asked, looking down at his hand that drew on my skin. “I would rather fuck you than talk about the three years I couldn’t.” His eyes lifted, seeking permission as he dropped his hand and moved between my legs positioning his cock at my entrance.
Anthony barely spoke of what his time inside was like making me even more anxious to know what his life had been like. I know what I had gone through and that was without my freedom being ripped away from me. I couldn’t imagine what his life had been like.
“I love you, Anthony,” I said, reaching for him. “I love you so fucking much it scares me.” I whispered.
“Don’t be scared,” he responded as he bent down closer to me so that his lips met mine in a gentle kiss. “All the ugly shit is over.”
I wish I could believe his words and allow myself to be happy. “For now.”
“Forever,” he whispered. “Stick with me, Reese’s and I’ll show you just how good life can be for us.”
“Forever?” I whispered.
“Yeah,” he said, “I’m going to give you everything I ever promised you I would,” he stated pushing into me, filling me with his cock. “Starting with this.”
I closed my eyes, welcoming the sensations he brought with each thrust. He pushed deeper. I opened wider. Together, we created a rhythm of our own bringing us to the depths of ecstasy only we knew. His mouth found mine, fucking my mouth the way his dick was fucking my pussy. My head was a total fog as he drove my body into another earth-shattering orgasm. My walls clamped down around him, pulsating as he charged deeper inside of me, milking him of his own orgasm. His body shuddered against me as he rocked his pelvis against mine and groaned.
I was panting, sweating, writhing with pleasure when his body stilled and he murmured my name. I held onto him, accepted his weight as he dropped onto me, and nuzzled my neck.
“Fuck Reese’s,” he hissed. “That cunt of yours is going to be the death of me.” I smiled faintly, remembering a time when I was shy about the dirty talk, but not now, now, I craved it.
He pulled out of me rolling onto his side and glanced down at me, his fingertips gliding over my breasts. “I barely paid any attention to your tits,” he said eagerly, bending down to take my nipple into his mouth.
“You’re a beast,” I panted as I wrapped my arm around his neck, watching his mouth suck my nipple into a hard peak.
“You complaining?”
“No, but you’re avoiding,” I said pointedly.
He pulled his mouth off my breast and rolled over onto his back with a sigh. I sat up, turned my body to his and leaned over him, my finger tipping his chin so we were eye to eye.
“You never talk about it.”
“You really want to talk about this? Now?” He asked me, shaking his head when I silently stared at him. “Fine, why now? Why are you being so persistent now?”