She kisses so softly; she teases all of my senses. Fuck, I didn’t even know what I was missing until now. This kissing game is epic. She takes it all from me, takes the air that I need to breathe, and I give it all up to her. Every ounce that I have to give I hand over freely.
Her hands reach for my shirt, pulling it from my body. Then those same destructive hands claw into my back, scratching and leaving marks, her marks, on my skin. Sucking in air deep, hissing in the searing pain from her ripping my flesh, my cock hardens to the point of explosion. Her wild eyes meet mine.
“I want to feel all of you. I want you to fuck me until I can’t see straight,” she says biting down hard on my lip, pushing her tongue into my mouth and claiming me in a kiss that would wake the devil for war. My mind runs to all the ways I could destroy her and that pussy of hers; I don’t want to treat her like all the others, I didn’t want to pound her cunt until it’s bleeding all over my cock and then make her suck it clean. No, I want to fucking worship her body like a priest worships in the house of god. I want to soak all of her up in awe of the creation that god made for a man to cherish and actually fucking adore. I don’t want to fuck her for only one day, so maybe I will fuck her like she asks, but not tonight, tonight I will be civil.
Pulling back from the kiss, her lips are red, smeared with blood from my split lips. Running my tongue over it tasting my blood from her it’s fucking hot.
“I’m not going to fuck you baby. You’re not like all the rest,” I say kissing her cheek moving to her jawline then down her neck to her collar bone.
“You’re more than all the bitches before,” I breathe around her nipple, my tongue moves flicking the nub before I lick my way back up to her lips. “Where’s your room?” I ask, her eyes are burning as she rocks her pussy over my pelvic bone causing a moan to leave her mouth and a growl to leave mine.
“Down the hall right at the end,” she says breathlessly as I walk toward the hallway. I look deep into her eyes seeing everything through her irises is far better than through the dark hate of mine. I hope she doesn’t see how fucked up I am by what hides behind my eyes.
Blinking I shake my head slightly trying to clear the movie that plays on repeat inside my vision.
“Please, don’t hide from me. I will take it all, the dark and the gruesome, just give in to me.” The way she speaks soft but with so much conviction makes me feel like I’ve found god after years with the devil.
“This one?” I ask her and she nods. Her hands digging into my skin, popping the flesh. Blood running over my inked skin as her eyes lit up with a desire that I never knew you could possess.
Her hands leave my back as I lay her down. I slip her body from her clothing, slowly admiring her body spread out before me and all mine.
Her eyes don’t leave mine as I begin to unbuckle my belt, slipping out of my jeans. Her painted red nails find the waistband of my boxers, slipping them down and my cock bounces free. I hiss out as the air hits my length. The cold to heat sends goosebumps over my skin.
She curls her fingers toward me, wanting me just as much as I want her as I lower myself down onto her body.
My mouth descends to her breast. Her hands find my hair pulling at the strands held tight in place by my elastic hair tie. I feel her giggle reverberating up her body as my teeth tease the budded nipple. Her fingers lace through my hair pulling and pushing her body, humming under my touch sending goosebumps to ripple over her flesh. The way she moans as I flick my tongue around her nipple while teasing it with the tip of my tongue has shivers going up and down my spine. Her hands move down to my back staying in contact with my body, pulling me deeper into her as my mouth assaults her breasts moving from one to the other then up her neck sucking her flesh in between my teeth. I move up her flesh, nibbling her tight skin until my teeth sink into her plump swollen lips taking her mouth harshly. Our tongues duel in a battle for release from all the over sensitized feelings.
Her back arches off the bed as I spread her legs open, so I can settle in between them, silently asking her for permission to slip my cock into her wet folds and claim her pussy as mine. To cherish the way she feels around my cock, burn the way she stretches and clenches holding me inside her to my memory. I don’t ever want to forget the way it felt the first time I made love to a woman, not fucked a whore.
I sunk into her, my balls hard against her ass as my body rolled and reared back over her. My muscles taunt, flexing. The ink rippling in a dance over my skin with each hurried movement. I couldn’t get enough of the way she opened up for me, taking my length and not even flinching she let me slide in and out. I laughed and bit her lip as I teased her clit with the tip of my wet cock glinting from her juices that coat me. Her hands moved over my chest, her nails drawing the pattern of the ink that covers my whole chest. Her eyes reading over the words.
“Family before death, love before hate,” she reads sounding so fucking alluring and dangerous.
“My mother’s words inked in her writing,” I say to her, my eyes falling to my chest as my arms hold me above her tiny body.
“It means a fuck load more to me now hearing it come from your mouth. Now I see what she meant when she said one day I would realize, and I realize this is what she was talking about.” Lowering my head to Layla’s her eyes burned into mine.
“I get it,” she says as a tear falls from my eye landing on her cheek. I didn’t even know a monster like me could even cry anymore. I had thought I shed all the tears a body could hold when I was a young boy by screaming at night for all he had lost and would never have.
“Sorry. I-I don’t even…” Her finger to my lips cuts me off. “Never apologize to me. You can bury all your secrets in my skin and I will always take what you have, giving back love turned from rage.” Her lips crash to mine as she pulls my ass into her seeking my cock to enter her. “Lose yourself in me and just let yourself feel. Stop fighting and just feel.” Her voice coats me with power and desire that I didn’t think I could feel without the bloodlust from a slit to the throat. She makes me feel more than any kill ever had.
Her teeth seek my skin, biting over the ink on my chest moving her lips over the flesh as I let my body feel and my mind go blank. For the first time in years, I allow nothing in, just the feeling of her under me and the slick wetness of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy in slow movements. I let her lead the way until my cock slides deeper into her, hitting all the right places. Her legs pulled up around me, latching to my hips as she uses them to push me back and pull me in. Her lips formed a perfect O as her own arousal and desire to lose herself takes over. I pull back slightly admiring the sheen of sweat sticking to the long strands of her hair. Like fire on snow, it has me quivering with sexual, savage need. I was falling over the edge as her nails started to dig, her walls clenched and her breasts bounced up and down - her hardened nipples teasing my skin as I moved over her body. The perfect friction that with each thrust had me closer to explosion. She pushed her nails in harder and harder. I’m going to have scars coating my back in the colored ink that I can take with me forever, her marking her own personal branding on my body.