Ayvah looks like a goddess as she rolls her hips over and over, trying to work out what feels good and how to bring herself closer to the release she craves.
My sweater swims on her, the black fabric pooling around her thighs, hiding her perfect pussy from my view. I should have torn it off her before I attached her wrists to the headboard, but I was too impatient to have her on top of me. I have a feeling even the best laid plans in the future won’t go to plan because of my constant need to be buried deep inside her.
I move my free hand from her hip and use it to push the sweater up, bearing her beautiful tits to me. She’s so fucking perfect. I could spend the rest of my life staring at her and never grow sick of the view.
Emotion sits heavy on my chest. I don’t want to acknowledge how strong my feelings for Ayvah are because if I do, her whole life is going to change. It already has of course, but to the outside world our whirlwind romance looks like little more than a fling. Once I admit that I would burn the entire fucking world to the ground for her, she’ll have a target on her back for the rest of her life. Even if things end poorly for us, which seems doubtful considering how fucking obsessed I am with her, she would still be seen as my weakness, and my enemies will go after her.
“Oh god,” Ayvah moans as she increases the speed of her hips. She’s getting out of her head now and instead chasing the pleasure. My girl is insatiable, I can tell already. The moment she’s finished, she’s ready to go again and fuck me if it isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s just as hooked on me as I am her.
“That’s it, baby girl. I want you to come on all of my fingers before you ride my cock.”
Her hips falter as she stares down at me with her mouth agape. It makes me an asshole, but I fucking love shocking her. She’s so innocent it’s easy to do, but it makes my cock throb harder. “I don’t think…”
I pinch her nipple between my fingers harshly and she hisses out a pained breath, but her cunt pulses around my fingers. My girl likes a bit of pain with her pleasure, and I put that information into the back of my mind for future reference. “You’ll ride my cock because you want to be my good girl, isn’t that right, Ayvah?”
“Yes,” she moans. “I want to be your good girl.”
The words on her lips sound so fucking beautiful I almost lift her off my hand and straight onto my cock, but I refuse to fuck her until she’s come all over my hand. I want to feel her pussy gush with her release, and then I’ll fuck her until she sees stars. “Fuck, baby girl,” I groan. “I need you to make yourself come so I can fuck you until you can’t breathe without my cock in your cunt.”
Ayvah groans at my dirty words, but her hips increase their pace. She’s getting closer now, but her movements are still too cautious. You don’t need to be a genius to figure out she has some hang-ups about her weight, but she needs to understand that I think every single inch of her is pure perfection. If I have to tell her how fucking beautiful she is every day for the rest of our lives, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. She needs to see herself the way I see her, and I won’t stand for anything less.
“I don’t know if I can,” she says quietly, her hips still moving. “It’s so good, but I don’t know if I can get there.”
“Do you need help, baby girl?”
“Please,” she mewls.
I grip on to one of her tits in one hand, halting her from moving up and down on my fingers, before beginning to thrust them in and out of her in quick, measured strokes, making sure they brush across her g-spot with each movement. “You’re going to come so fucking hard for me, Ayvah, or you’re going to find yourself over my knee,” I growl. I’m barely holding onto my composure, the need to be inside her so strong I can barely breathe through it.
Her scent is thick in the air as her pussy clenches around my fingers in a punishing grip. Jesus, I can’t wait to sink back inside her. She groans as her hips start moving in time with my fingers. She’s chasing her release, desperate to follow my orders, even if she would enjoy being over my knee. I didn’t do it properly the first time. I didn’t walk her through what I was going to do or how to stop me if I went too far, and that’s something I’ll never forgive myself for, but I know she’ll come to love a spanking. She might even come to crave them the way I crave dishing them out.
“Storm,” she moans.
“That’s it, baby girl. Are you close?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
“Good girl,” I croon. “Are you going to be a good girl and come all over my hand?”
Before she can answer, her pussy tightens around my fingers, her hands grasp the headboard in an impossibly tight grip, her body stills above me as if suspended for long seconds, and then she lets out a cry of pleasure so sinfully sexy, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to sleep again without dreaming of it. Her body shakes with the force of her orgasm and I guide her through it, dragging every ounce of release from her body.
As the last of her orgasm flutters around my fingers, I pull them from her tightness and immediately slide her onto my aching cock, not giving her any time to take a breath before I’m fully seated inside her.
“Holy fuck,” Ayvah cries. “You feel huge like this.”
I chuckle and look over my shoulder at my bedside table. I find what I’m looking for and reach over, plucking the pocketknife from its place beside the bed and make quick work of shredding the sweater from her body. I can’t take another second of her body being hidden from my view.
“Storm!” she chastises. “I’m sure that was super expensive.”
“I don’t care.” I slide the knife up the left sleeve, careful not to nick her delicate skin before repeating the same process on the other side. The cotton fabric falls away from her milky skin and I immediately discard it, and the knife, across the room. “Much better.”
I move one hand to her hip, guiding her to grind on my cock, while the other moves back to her tits, pinching her nipples between my fingers one at a time. “Fuck, baby girl. You love that, don’t you,” I grunt as her pussy clamps down on me each time I pinch her rosy buds.
“Yes,” she pants. Her movements are clumsy and unsure, especially without the use of her hands, but she’s grinding mindlessly up and down my length, and I do little to correct her movements.
“You don’t know how fucking perfect you look riding me, baby girl,” I praise.
Clench.
“That’s it, Ayvah. Take what you need from my cock.”
Clench.
I’m starting to think my girl has a praise kink, and if I’m honest with myself, I have one too.
“Storm, fuck. It’s too much. It feels too good. I can’t.” Her words are rushing and jumbled, but she never stops moving, not even for a second.
“You can, baby girl. I want you to ride my cock until I’ve filled your pretty pussy full of my cum.”
She groans at my words, her hips increasing in pace. Her inhibitions are all but gone now, any concern about her weight out the window because she’s too lost in her pleasure. She needs another release, and by the way she’s pulsing around me, she’s not far off.
I move my hand from her tits and seek out the tight bundle of nerves at the crest of her pussy, drawing gentle circles on her clit. She moans long and loud, her movements faltering for a moment at the increased sensations.
“Oh god, Storm. I’m so close.”
“I know you are, baby girl. Your cunt is so tight around my cock. You want my cum, don’t you, Ayvah? You want me to fill you up.”
She doesn’t get a chance to answer before her orgasm tears through her, a loud cry filling the otherwise quiet room. I grip her hips and guide her through it, making sure she gets every bit of release owing to her before I finally succumb to the tingling in my balls. The moment I tip over the edge, blinding stars fill my vision and I swear I’m suspended as pleasure tears through my body. Ropes of cum fill her as I give her everything I have. I’ve never come in a woman before, always using condoms because no matter how much birth control a woman is on, I don’t want to have any illegitimate children running around. But with Ayvah, I can’t wait for her to swell with our child. I can’t wait to fill her with so much cum there’s no way any birth control can combat it.
Because the sooner she’s pregnant, the sooner she’ll understand this isn’t temporary. She’s my life now, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to keep her here.
