Sinking to my knees before him, I flick open the button of his jeans and reach in, past his boxer briefs, to hold onto his dick. I take him out, and he’s already hard for me. I can’t imagine him being anything different now that we’re together and neither of us have a single reason to not be.

Running my hands up and down his length, I lick my lips.

“Oh, fuck, you want to taste my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know if I’m going to last.”

“I don’t mind.” The thought of him blowing in my mouth, I don’t think about dirty thoughts, but it is close. I want him to lose control, to only think about me.

Licking the tip, which is already slick with his pre-cum, I let out a moan.

“Fuck!”

His curse echoes around the room, and I love it. Following the thick vein down the side of his length, I ease up, and then move to take more of him into my mouth, taking him deep, swallowing him. He hits the back of my throat, and I feel taken over, needing more.

I gag and pull back. Saliva fills my mouth, but I don’t stop in my pursuit. I need him, want him.

It’s a desperation within me, all-consuming.

He wraps my hair around his fist and begins to pump into my mouth. I don’t fight him. I can’t help but close my eyes and take as much of him as I can and then open just to look up and watch him.

Dare I say it? This man is mine.

I know he is.

“You look so beautiful with my dick in your mouth. Those lips spread around my length is how they are supposed to be.” He drives in, fucking my face, and even though I’m new to this, I love it.

I want to give him all the pleasure he could ever dream of, and as he finds that pace, I feel his cock begin to swell.

“I’m going to come, Kate. If you don’t want to swallow it, you need to stop. You need to let go so I can pull out.”

“I want it all.”

When he comes, I swallow every drop, but there is more than I can take, and some spills out of my mouth. After he has finished, he collapses to the floor, kissing my mouth even with his essence on my lips.

“Now I get to lick your pussy.”

I’m not going to complain about that.

****

Myron

Waking up the next morning, I watch her. There is no way I can’t watch her.

She is beautiful. Her red hair fanning out across my pillow makes me think of all kinds of naughty things, all the things I want to do to her and more.

Her pussy is soaking wet.

Sliding a finger inside her, I push in and out, driving in deep, circling, working her until she moans. Moving the blanket out of my way, I watch as she takes two and three fingers as I fuck her. Last night I had already filled her with my cum, and I want to do the same again. She’s so tight.

Pulling out of her, I move between her spread thighs, keeping her open. I’m already hard as fucking rock, which is only natural when I’m around her. I can’t seem to control anything. All I feel is the need to be inside her.

Grabbing my length, I guide myself to her wet entrance, ease the tip within her, and slowly push inside. At first, I moan because it is so fucking perfect, better than I even imagined.

In and out, I work her, going deeper with every single inch, until she’s taken all of my cock to the hilt. She wraps her legs around my waist. I hold onto her thick, juicy thighs, and begin to pound my way inside her, going deeper every single second.