have gone out of my mind if I were driving in the fucking car after hearing her cum. Just hearing her breathe over the phone had my dick hard. It was the anticipation of hearing her voice that got me every time. She could talk about anything, and I’d want to fuck her. Fuck, she could even read some eighteen-century English lit, and I’d want to fuck her while she read it to me.
I laid her on the bed gently and settled between her legs. I moved right to her beautiful lips, ready to taste her again.
“Angel, you’re gonna make me late,” she whispered against my lips.
“I can’t help it, Cara Mia . It’s what you do to me. Just let me feel you… Let me slide…”
I’ll ask for forgiveness later.
I didn’t wait for her okay. I slid into her wetness with ease.
“Mmmm… Why do you feel so fucking good?” I asked her.
She sighed deeply and arched her back into me as I moved my hips. Shit, the feeling that covered me with each grind of my hips, the sensation that washed over me as I pulled out so that my head tickled her entrance before I fell back into her, was something that I wanted to feel repeatedly for the rest of my fucking life. This woman brought something out in me that I couldn’t explain. I wanted her, yes, yet the need for her was far greater.
Raquel grabbed my face and brought my lips to hers as I picked up my pace. I wanted to fuck her hard. I didn’t want sweet. I wanted raw. My hips moved faster. My thrusts got harder, more determined and demanding.
“Fuck, I want my pussy every night; every fucking night, do you hear me?”
“Oh, Leo!” she cried out. “Baby, yesssss… Right there! Oh yes! Right there! Fuck me, please.”
Hearing her cum fueled me to go harder. Yes, this was exactly what I needed. This right here was what I’d been craving.
Still, I didn’t take her where I wanted. I couldn’t or we wouldn’t be going anywhere that day if I did.
I kissed her silly, then ordered just above her lips, “Cum with me, Cara … Cum…”
I felt my balls tightening, and as I gave her one last thrust, I pushed all of me inside her… And that’s when we realized that I was bare.
“Shit, Angelo!” she exclaimed, pushing on my chest, face livid.
She wanted me off of her, but I stayed put and waited until she focused on my eyes. However, her eyes never focused on mine. They went straight to my left pectoral and she froze. I didn’t have to ask her what was wrong, nor did I have to move my eyes from hers to see what had her shocked. I knew what it was. Actually, I had been waiting since last night for her to notice. When she hadn’t, I chalked it up to us being too busy doing other things for her to pay attention. Now in the light of day, “the morning after” if you will, and she had finally noticed.
She finally brought her questioning eyes to mine just as she brought her hands to my chest and softly traced my tattoo.
I have multiple tattoos all over my body. I have huge tribal style angel wings that spanned the width of my back. I have a cross in the middle of my abdomen, my navel being the heart of the cross. Along my left arm is a sleeve of tribal art, signifying prosperity, success, immortality, brilliance and the will and determination to destroy anyone or anything in my path. There were no words along my arms, only symbols and no one knew or understood them but me. No one knew the meaning of my newest addition to my pectoral muscle either. It was a tribal art style lion’s head that covered the complete left side of my upper chest. The lion’s mouth was open, roaring, showing it to be menacing and intimidating. The tattoo itself wasn’t the reason for Raquel’s sudden freakout. It was the design of the tattoo. The lion’s head was partially formed using the initials R.A.W.
“When did you get this?” she asked softly.
I slowly pulled out of her and rolled on my back bringing her with me.
“A little bit after you left for California; do you like it?”
She
I laid her on the bed gently and settled between her legs. I moved right to her beautiful lips, ready to taste her again.
“Angel, you’re gonna make me late,” she whispered against my lips.
“I can’t help it, Cara Mia . It’s what you do to me. Just let me feel you… Let me slide…”
I’ll ask for forgiveness later.
I didn’t wait for her okay. I slid into her wetness with ease.
“Mmmm… Why do you feel so fucking good?” I asked her.
She sighed deeply and arched her back into me as I moved my hips. Shit, the feeling that covered me with each grind of my hips, the sensation that washed over me as I pulled out so that my head tickled her entrance before I fell back into her, was something that I wanted to feel repeatedly for the rest of my fucking life. This woman brought something out in me that I couldn’t explain. I wanted her, yes, yet the need for her was far greater.
Raquel grabbed my face and brought my lips to hers as I picked up my pace. I wanted to fuck her hard. I didn’t want sweet. I wanted raw. My hips moved faster. My thrusts got harder, more determined and demanding.
“Fuck, I want my pussy every night; every fucking night, do you hear me?”
“Oh, Leo!” she cried out. “Baby, yesssss… Right there! Oh yes! Right there! Fuck me, please.”
Hearing her cum fueled me to go harder. Yes, this was exactly what I needed. This right here was what I’d been craving.
Still, I didn’t take her where I wanted. I couldn’t or we wouldn’t be going anywhere that day if I did.
I kissed her silly, then ordered just above her lips, “Cum with me, Cara … Cum…”
I felt my balls tightening, and as I gave her one last thrust, I pushed all of me inside her… And that’s when we realized that I was bare.
“Shit, Angelo!” she exclaimed, pushing on my chest, face livid.
She wanted me off of her, but I stayed put and waited until she focused on my eyes. However, her eyes never focused on mine. They went straight to my left pectoral and she froze. I didn’t have to ask her what was wrong, nor did I have to move my eyes from hers to see what had her shocked. I knew what it was. Actually, I had been waiting since last night for her to notice. When she hadn’t, I chalked it up to us being too busy doing other things for her to pay attention. Now in the light of day, “the morning after” if you will, and she had finally noticed.
She finally brought her questioning eyes to mine just as she brought her hands to my chest and softly traced my tattoo.
I have multiple tattoos all over my body. I have huge tribal style angel wings that spanned the width of my back. I have a cross in the middle of my abdomen, my navel being the heart of the cross. Along my left arm is a sleeve of tribal art, signifying prosperity, success, immortality, brilliance and the will and determination to destroy anyone or anything in my path. There were no words along my arms, only symbols and no one knew or understood them but me. No one knew the meaning of my newest addition to my pectoral muscle either. It was a tribal art style lion’s head that covered the complete left side of my upper chest. The lion’s mouth was open, roaring, showing it to be menacing and intimidating. The tattoo itself wasn’t the reason for Raquel’s sudden freakout. It was the design of the tattoo. The lion’s head was partially formed using the initials R.A.W.
“When did you get this?” she asked softly.
I slowly pulled out of her and rolled on my back bringing her with me.
“A little bit after you left for California; do you like it?”
She
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