“Something like that.” No fantasy I’ve had can compare to looking down at Katarina on my bed, naked expect for those wet white panties. “Take your panties off,” I order, and her hands lower, fingertips shaking as she looks up at me.
“What about you? I want to see all of you too.” She licks her lips as she says it, and my heart about bursts through my chest. “You said you were going to make me feel good. That will help my eyes feel good.”
She’s the perfect, sexy, funny smart ass and my need for her is becoming a part of my very DNA.
She obeys my command, slipping the fabric down each leg and then, instead of throwing it on the floor, she holds it up and hands it to me, making my cock jerk.
I take her offering, bringing it to my face and inhaling deeply before shoving the fabric into my mouth on a grunt, my hands falling to tug my t-shirt up and over my head, then work my pants off and kick them away, leaving me standing naked, looking down at my long waited for prize.
“Wow.” Her eyes are wide, her mouth open as I lower a hand and skim my fingertips down her bare flesh, circling her belly button, watching her quiver.
I pull the fabric from my mouth, lowering it and rubbing it all over my dick as she watches in awe. “Be careful what you wish for. From now on, I think I’m going to cum on all your panties before you put them on. Rub my dick on everything I can find that meets that sweet cunt of yours.”
“That thing is going to hurt.” She stares at my steel pole, seemingly unaffected by the crazy thoughts that spill from my mouth. “How do you walk around with that thing?”
“Very carefully.” My voice is hoarse, the words starting to sound like I’ve been screaming for too long.
I watch her chest rise and fall. Her nipples deep rose colored, pulled together, and I lean down, taking one into my mouth, unable to keep myself from tasting her for another second.
At the contact, her body bows upward, her hands on my hair, tugging, and all the filthy, dirty fantasies I’ve had about her rage through my lust filled brain.
“Miller...” She gasps, releasing more of the beast I’ve kept at bay for so long.
I switch from one nipple to the other, my hands gripping the soft flesh.
As I work my mouth down, her hands release my head and reach out as though I’m crucifying her, and she fists the sheets as I start to lick my way toward heaven.
“I want you to fuck me.” She manages, her body twisting under my mouth, and I reach down and grab her ankles, pushing them over my shoulders.
“Not yet, kitten. I’ve dreamed of this sweet cunt for too long. I’ll fuck you soon enough. First, I’m going to feast...”
Her rich, feminine scent is already swirling around me, branding me as I look up and see her tits heaving and wonder for a moment if she will be so receptive when the really filthy fantasies, the ones I’ve kept locked up with her as my muse, come out.
We will see.
She’s shaking and there’s a nervousness in her eyes that I want to calm, and I’ll do it with my tongue for now.
“Please...” She begs and I realize how perfect that word is coming from her.
Her flesh is silky, smooth, and I kiss my way down her inner thigh until I rub my nose and beard into the slick ripe valley where I know I will spend countless hours from this day on making us both feel good.
I push my throbbing dick into the bedding as I bring my tongue out and take the first sample of my life’s most glorious buffet. The words pound in my brain as her flavor scores through me, and I dry hump the side of the bed, claiming my ownership after so many long years.
She’s whimpering my name as I swipe my tongue up and down her body, quivering and circling onto my attacking tongue. Her legs ride my shoulders as she drenches my face in her glorious honey. I drive my tongue up into her opening, so tight her words come back to haunt me...that thing is going to hurt.
I lick and tongue fuck her faster, preparing her for what’s to come, and I growl and groan the words that are relentless inside my head.
Mine. Mine. Fucking mine. Forever mine.
I’m licking, and she’s bucking, and I’m riding the side of the bed so hard it squeals and scrapes across the floor.
I bring a finger up to replace my tongue and listen to her sounds as I press it inside and lick her clit while she rides my face.
“You like that don’t you, kitten?” Her opening is fucking clenching around my finger and I give her another one, wanting her ready so the pain is as diminished as possible when she takes my monster, which I think is two inches bigger than it’s ever been. “You’re going to give me all your holes eventually. You need to know, no part of you will be off limits to me. You’re going to be fucked hard and properly, every day.”
She bows up, her ass off the bed, and I curve my fingers, finding that rough little spot and working it until she explodes, drenching my face as I suck down her sweet juice and hold her body as it writhes and bucks.
Her orgasm is mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
When she screams my name at her peak, I’ve practically cum against the side of the bed and I know I have to be in there, now.
I rise up over her, taking in just how exquisite she is in this moment, and before I mount her, claiming her completely, I need one thing from her.
I mount the bed on my knees, moving my upright body toward her flushed and unfocused face, my hand down, gripping my throbbing shaft as I bring the purple, slick tip to her open lips.
“Kiss your king.” I command, her eyes gathering the reality, and she turns her head, her tongue poking out first and I have to squeeze the base of my dick like a vise to keep from spraying all over her perfect face.
“Yes, my King...” She nearly makes me come undone as her words turn to a kiss and soft, wet lips connect with the head of my cock, making me see white light.
When her hand comes up to hold my girth to her face, I know this is our binding. I give in to the moment, feeling all of her flow through me and as much as I want this to last, I need inside her more.
“Good girl.” I lower my hand and stroke the top of her head. “More later. Right now, this dick is going to brand that pussy with my name and while it does, I want to hear you saying it. Say my name, Kat...”
I shift over her, shoving her legs apart with mine, and hold my body over hers, her nipples hard against my chest.
“Miller.”
“Again,” I order, the tip of my dick seeking out her soaking soft heat, and I line up with her home.
“Miller,” she repeats, drawing a sharp breath as I push forward.
“Again.” I grit out, harder, pushing her.
“God, please...” She whimpers, but I stall.
“No, not God. Not please. My name. Again.” I bark, her eyes tight on mine.
“Miller.” She complies, the word sounding broken, but it’s what I need. What we both need.
My jaw is tight, I grit my teeth, trying not to nut as I get the tip just inside her tight opening.
“Again.” I manage, knowing this is the last time we will be separate people. At the next call of my name, we will be bound, forever together.
“Miller,” she whimpers, and I plunge forward into her soaking heat. On her own, she starts repeating my name in one long string and I look down to watch her tits sway and bounce as I roar and give her nearly all of me in one hard, demanding thrust.