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Who am I?

I’ve gone from multiple women in my bed and still feeling unsatisfied to being content with just this one beautiful woman in my arms.

All I know is that for the first time in a long time, I can breathe again. I wasn’t just going through the motions to make it through the day.

Life is good, and I’m living it.

Luella smiles and rakes her teeth over her bottom lip as she starts to unbuckle my belt, slowly pulling the leather through the straps. My whole body goes rigid, and I hold my breath as she undoes my button and slides down the zipper. When she pulls my cock out and lowers herself onto her knees, I’m sure this must be a dream.

“Luella,” I whisper, threading my hand into her hair. I hiss when her tongue licks the head of my cock. “Yes, just like that. Look how well you take me into that hot little mouth.”

She continues to lick and tease me until I can’t take anymore. I lift her nightie off her to find her bare underneath. Picking her up in my arms, I lay her back on the white sheets and admire her.

“Beautiful,” I rasp, running my hands up her legs and spreading her thighs. I kiss her deeply, then start to press open-mouth kisses down her body until I reach her pussy. “I just need a little taste before I fuck you.”

Moaning at her sweetness, a little taste turns into one orgasm. I get her to the edge for a second one, then settle between her, my hard cock at her wet entrance. “Once we do this, you are mine. There’s no going back.”

“I’ve always been yours,” she replies in a low, husky tone, sliding her pussy against the head of my dick. I pull in a sharp breath as I slide in slowly, our eyes connecting and holding. “Fuuuccckkk.”

She’s fucking made for me.

I always knew it, and how perfect she feels only confirms it.

I usually never do missionary, but now it might be my fucking favorite because I get to look into those expressive green eyes and see every reaction play through them.

“Yes, you have,” I rumble, kissing her. My hands cup her jaw to position her just how I want her as I drive inside. “You feel so fucking good, Luella. Just like I knew you would.”

And fucking with no condom? I’ve never done that before. And it feels fucking amazing having nothing between us.

“Haze—”

“That’s right, beg for this cock,” I moan, sucking on the side of her neck. I pull back to watch myself slide in and out of her wet heat. “Fuck, look what you do to me.”

“Haze,” she pleads, lifting her hips to meet me thrust for thrust.

“What do you need, baby?” I ask, taking her deep and slow. She’s so fucking wet, and I don’t remember sex ever being this good. “Use your words.”

“More. I need more.”

I wanted to take my time and savor her, but it looks like she has other plans.

Bracing myself up on my arms above her, I start a faster rhythm. Her moans soon grow louder. “That’s right, come all over my cock. Give me what I want.”

“Fuck,” she screams, digging her nails into my thighs.

I draw her orgasm out until I’ve wrung every last wave of pleasure from her, and then pull out and go down on her again, licking her clean.

Her thighs tremble as she’s on the verge of coming again. She lifts my face from her pussy by pulling at my short hair to look into my eyes. Her face is full of hunger and heat. I think it’s the single most erotic moment of my life. I slowly lick my tongue out over her clit with the metal ball of my piercing, not looking away from her.

“Your mouth… just like that,” she murmurs, her tongue brushing over her lower lip. She lets go of my hair, and I continue to devour her until she screams my name.

Laying back on the bed, I lift her on top of me to straddle me. She lowers herself fast and hard, her hands leaning backward to grip my thighs. Her head falls back, exposing her graceful neck.

I’ve never seen anything so fucking beautiful.

She’s uninhibited, taking what she needs from me.

Rising, I play with her nipples sucking and gently biting. “Yes, fuck me, Luella.”