“Baby, I want you to take my gold card and buy you something fabulous for our trip to Vegas,” Jon said one morning while we were lying in bed together.
“I have my own money. I promise that I will get something to your liking,” I said, softening my comment with a flirtatious smile.
“I know that you have your own money, and I also know how independent you are. But you are my woman and I love doing things for you, Serenity.”
I could see the hurt in his eyes so I quickly relented. “Since you put it that way, I will gladly accept your generosity.”
“Now that’s more like it,” he muttered, before he pulled me into his embrace to capture my lips in a deep, penetrating kiss.
His lips were soft and warm against mine, heating my body to crave more of him. We were already naked beneath the sheets. He wedged his muscular thigh between my plump thighs. I opened to his advances willingly. Our tongues swirled and mated in an intimate dance.
The throb intensified between my legs as moisture pooled to my very center. I began to grind against his muscular thigh as I became wetter and wetter. He moaned sexily against my lips, deepening the kiss even further when he felt my wetness on his thigh. He rolled onto his back which landed me on top of him.
“I want you to ride me, baby. I want to watch your expression as you release your sweetness all over me,” Jonathan muttered in a raspy tone.
The sound of his deep lust-induced voice caused trembles to shoot throughout my body that was already electrically charged from the sexual tension building. I looked into his eyes and saw the desire and love that exuded from the gaze he bestowed on me.
His love for me burned straight to my heart and lit me with an inner glow that spread through me from the inside out. I took his big, thickening rod into my hand and guided my sleek wetness carefully onto his stiffness. He grunted mightily when he was fully encased inside my slick warmth.
I returned his heated stare with a searing stare of my own. I licked my hand to taste the pre-cum on it from his rising erection. He tasted better than any decadent dessert. I licked my lips because he tasted so good and he was feeling so good inside my snugness. There wasn’t an inch of me he didn’t fill.
“I love you so much, Jon. Tell me you feel the love that I have for you,” I whispered seductively as my hips began to move like a belly dancer. Or was it more like a cowgirl at a rodeo? I silently thought.
It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I was getting it in and getting it in really good. I was performing in my very own rodeo show like I was the star.
“I love you too, baby. I can feel your love for me,” he said, jerking me from my reveries.
He raised his hips off the bed, pumping into me deeper and deeper. The wet sounds from my pussy juices could be heard loudly, as I rode his dick with a driving force of a wanton woman on a mission.
His big hands took hold of my big ass and squeezed my ass cheeks together. His finger slipped inside of my forbidden hole. It was a tight fit, as he pressed inside of my anus adding double the pleasure that went straight to my heated core.
Our bodies grew slick with perspiration and the sex smells increased from our intense fornication… I mean lovemaking. My moans grew louder and louder when he rolled me beneath him. He dominated me in every way and my ass was happy about it.
He draped my thick thighs over his strong shoulders, allowing a deeper penetration. I didn’t think I would be able to take much more as my eyes rolled back into my head. My convulsing pussy was contracting all around his velvety hard cock. He began to deep stroke my wet core in earnest.
“Shit! You got some good pussy, baby. I’m glad that all of this good pussy belongs to me because somebody would die trying to take this good stuff away from me,” he said with sweat dripping from his face. I had worked up a sweat as well. The sweat slid between my plump breasts.
My eyes popped open fast and in a hurry to look up into his face. Our eyes met for a brief moment before his head swooped down and his lips claimed mine in a demanding kiss. Our tongues collided and mated hotly against each other’s.
His pumping hips intensified in movement, as he hit my spot over and over before driving me over the edge into a climatic solution.
“This pussy belongs to you and only you. It belongs to no one else but you,” I reiterated my promise against his lips. I said it with so much passion that I started to believe my own words.
He throbbed to gigantic proportions inside of my receptive pussy walls, as I rained continuously on his dick.
“Ahh…Yes, Jon, this is your pussy,” I said throwing my pussy against him with all of the pussy power that I possessed within me. “Get all of this pussy like you want it.”
My trash talk sent him over the edge with me.
“Fuck!” he grunted his pleasure, as he sprayed my inner walls with his hot seeds. Our essence mixed and flowed like the love I felt for him. I bit down into his broad shoulder to stifle my delirious scream. I knew that a mark would mar his shoulder for days to come.
“Mmmm, that was so good,” he muttered rolling off of me, but leaving us connected as he pulled me into his loving embrace.
“I could lie here all day in your arms,” I muttered, drunk with his good loving. My eyes were at half-mast in drowsy satisfaction.
“Me too, baby,” he muttered groggily.
We continued to lie in each other’s arms for a while, enjoying the afterglow of our intense fucking love session before rising to start our day.