now officially cut diamonds.
Digging her fingers into my back, she lifted her head from the pillow. “This time make me scream so the next block hears me.”
“I love you,” I said as I sank down into her soft, wet, so frigging tight pussy. “I love you so much.”
Her response was an, “Unh, yes, yesss,” and her legs opened wide to receive the furious pounding I knew she craved. Gentle sex with Nalee was great. Hard core pounding was even better.
I slammed into her ferociously, thrusting into her deep, slow, in, out, changing my angle each time my condom-cloaked cock found its way inside of her.
Crossing her legs behind my back, the position enabled me to go dive in deeper, into the sleek warmth only she could give me.
“Harder baby. Deeper.” Her echoed desire fueled me to push in, burying myself to the hilt, the sounds of skin slapping against skin was the only sounds I could hear along with her ecstatic moans.
I lowered my head to taste the pillowy softness of her breasts, lifting the globes so I could lick the skin right on top of her breastbone. Before Nalee, I was an ass man. After Nalee, I couldn’t even remember the time I wasn’t a breast guy. She had firm, perky, soft breasts that I would spend my lifetime worshipping. Sometimes she complained they were too heavy, and each time I’d offered to lift them for her.
“You like it when I suck you like this?” My mouth devoured the nipples that continually puckered up and stiffened when my tongue grazed them.
She could no longer speak, but her eyes dilated when I pushed inside her in short strokes. She was closing in on her climax and as much as I wanted to hold off, I was losing my edge, my control fading as she lifted her hips to meet my demands. Her mouth opened, and let out a long gasp, her moan of pleasure egging me to never stop.
Her eyes fluttered closed and I felt her insides squeeze my cock harder, hold it for a three seconds, and release.
“I’m coming,” her breathy moans permeated in the room, her legs slowly slackening off of my waist. Entangling my mouth with her lips, I tasted the champagne she’d had for dinner mixed with her own scent. I kissed her without holding anything back as I rammed into her, thrusting, clamoring for my own release. Her tongue swirled inside my mouth and as our heated breaths mingled, I found myself teetering on the edge. When she bit my tongue, I spilled myself inside the condom and stayed inside her.
Planting my body on top of her, I pushed to my elbow to relieve her of my weight and released a satisfied breath, “You’re amazing Nales.”
Her smile widened as she said, “Thank you. I’ve had tons of practice.”
That wasn’t the answer I was expecting.
When had she found the time to sneak away from my P.I. and go on sexual trysts? How many lovers had she taken after me?
An inexplicable surge of jealousy filled me. I’d spent all of my time watching her, waiting for her, and she had the gall to go around and sleep with other people?
“I gotta get rid of this.” My throat heavy with unspoken anger, I pulled my resting cock out of her and stood up on the side of the bed.
She gave me a light nod and turned her body to the side.
Inside the bathroom, I tore the used condom off and threw it furiously inside the trash bin by the side of the door. I hadn’t felt this pissed off in such a long time. After washing my hands, I grabbed a small towel to clean her with. Even when I was mad at her, I still cared about her well-being. She’d probably go to sleep sticky with our combined lust because she was tired. I’d often cleaned her up after a marathon sex sesssion.
Treading quietly back to our room, I’d guessed right. She was now sleeping on top of two pillows and her naked body was on full display. I walked to the side of the bed and gently wiped the area between her legs with the wash towel. Turning her over so I could clean her better, she let out a soft snore indicating that she was