The next morning, I awake to lugging, and licking, and warm breaths hitting my chest, down to my abdomen. Then I feel tempered chomping on the shaft of my cock. Initially, it feels like a dream—a wet dream, but within seconds, I know it’s my girl, with a warrant for my arousal. Once I’m able to grasp consciousness, I rise from my pillow, flip her onto her back, and make way to the junction of her twiddling thighs. Rarely does she initiate morning love. This is my thing, but I’m prepared for this. I dip between her swollen lips, coating my tongue with her nectar. I drive into her canal, bringing her sweet lubrication onto her folds. I suck and spar until her legs judder.
I know this isn’t the way she wants to ascend. I know she needs to be rocked…and hard. My girl desires to be fucked; and that’s what I do well. I fuck Rayna until she loses consciousness. I don’t want her taking flight this morning; I just want to push her to the edge to help her remember. Remember that I am here and will provide for. For whatever her needs are. That her emotional breakdown last night does not deter me.
“Turn over and grip the top of the mattress,” I instruct.
Rayna skitters onto her knees with anxious anticipation. I hear her hum with pleasure before I shift behind her. She’s ready. I smack her right cheek and pop my hand back.
“Uhhhhh…” she moans.
I smack the left cheek, but my palm remains to grip this one.
“Ahhhhh!” she yelps a little louder.
Removing my left hand, I wait a few seconds before making my next move. It’s apparent that I’m taken too long for Rayna when she rears into me, wiggling her ass. My lady is begging for it. I have to fight for control after seeing her mounds in the air, wagging for my cock. Damn it if she hasn’t come a long way from that cool, take-charge lover that I encountered on my birthday, when we first fucked. Now she understands who controls her pleasure. She needs me. And this is how she knows how to express herself. To love. She’s come a long way. She’ll probably talk about her ails later, but right now she wants to be fucked.
Rayna joggles her ass again, but I don’t touch her.
“Wait for it!” I bite out.
She whines her impatience. I don’t want to exasperate her, but I enjoy seeing her in this position. I can smell her arousal. I want to feel it now.
“Open your legs,” I growl.
Instantly, she spreads her knees and her hips open up.
Without warning, I gingerly smack her * with my left hand, being careful not to use too much force, but applying the perfect speed, angle, and impact. It feels like slapping into a puddle of gel.
“Ah…DIVINE!” Rayna cries out as her shoulders shutter her head leaps ahead and left cheek slams against the headboard.
I know she hasn’t climaxed and I don’t want her to. I just want to get her off the ground. Rayna shoulders and back heaves over heavy breaths. I give her a minute to collect herself as I examine her trembling caramel torso. Goddamn. Once she’s able to gather herself, she wiggles her ass again, trying to reach me, but I back away.
“Do it! Now!” she demands through gritted teeth. And I know, that quickly, I’ve taken her as far as I can.
I pull her hips back to me. “Hang on, okay?” I growl.
She nods her head with gusto. My lady’s fucking ready.
I bring the head of my cock to her slickened folds and once I assess her entryway, I slam into her.
“Uhhhhhhh!” she cries and I feel myself pulsating inside of her. Fuck! She’s fucking dripping wet. So warm. And so damn snug.
After calming myself, I start to move at a steady pace. I take my time stretching her, filling her to capacity.
“Harder! Faster!” she croaks on a cry.
Prepared for this, I deliver.
I move swiftly and with urgency, slamming into her soft ass. I know what she needs. I understand that she’s telling me that she no longer needs kiddie glove handling. She doesn’t want me to regard her with the level of compassion that she required last night. Today’s a new day for her. And today she wants her femininity affirmed. She doesn’t want to be nurtured. She needs to be fucked. And that I will do for her whenever and where ever she needs it.
I stroke her long and strong. Grind hard and fast. I plummet with power and purpose. Grip her hips with might and fervor. Taking my body into a zone to be sure to handle her before I explode, I thrust into her until her body quakes violently, and she sings my name with so much force that I’m sure in this moment she can’t remember hers. When her face slams into headboard and shoulders collapse in the same manner, my mission is accomplished and her frenzied tremors causes a vibration in my groin as her walls grip my cock. I explode inside of her and watch my sweat drip onto her curved back while shivering above her.
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“Azmir, I’m sure you’ve guessed I’m not out here with you just for golf,” Terry notes as he attempts a bunker. The ball is hit high and travels over the lip, staying in the green. He glances over to me. “I know you better than that.”
“Yeah, I figured what was afoot when I got your text a few days ago,” I answer, admiring his swing. Terry’s had practice in his leisure.
Terry’s posture straightens and his face tightens against the blaring sun. We’ve been out here for about a half an hour. “He’s not doing well, Azmir.”
I raise my soft wedge club and swing. “I wouldn’t guess so,” I murmur as I watch my ball not fly as high as his. “He’s facing hefty time.”