Page 223 of Bitter Poetry

My dick is dribbling pre-cum all over the bed and her. I swipe my thumb over the head and paint some over her belly and tits.

I want inside her. Ineedto be inside her.

Rocking back on my heels, I spread her legs wider then use my finger and thumb to open her pussy up. She’s all slick and glistening. Her clit peeping from its hood.

“Did you like that, baby? Did you like what I did?” I push my fingers into her roughly. She doesn’t so much as murmur. She’s hot, tight, and wet inside. I rotate my fingers, then scissor them before thrusting them in and out. Her body responds, even if her mind is asleep, getting wetter the more I play.

Her chest rises in an uneven breath before settling again.

Pushing her knees up and out, I line up… and sink slowly in. My eyes close. I groan. Lowering my lips to the side of her throat, I breathe her in. “That’s my good girl. Taking me how I need. This won’t take long. You’ll feel better once my cum is inside you, won’t you baby?”

I’m going to hell, and I don’t even care. There isn’t even a small part of me that rebels against this, nor do words of caution linger at the back of my mind.

I rock into her with slow thrusts, savoring every one. She is helpless, and I like it—a lot.

In and out. Her pussy feels like it’s trying to suck me back in, clinging to me with every stroke. I want to draw the moment out, but my balls are tight, and her slick walls are caressing me, releasing a fever into my blood. I’m shaking with the strain of holding it off. Sweat breaks out across my skin.

So good.

I hold myself inside her, feeling us pulse together. I want her to ache where I’ve been—to wake up full of my cum.

The sensations rise the longer I stay still, and a familiar tingle at the base of my spine tells me that release is inevitable. Carmela is the first and only woman I’ve fucked without a condom. My cum belongs to her and only her.

“It’s all yours, baby,” I whisper against her throat. “Only yours.”

So fucking good inside her.

My heart is pounding; my whole body is trembling violently with the strain of not coming for just a little longer.

“Ah, fuck.”

I exhale heavily, groaning into her throat as the first heavy gush shoots from my dick into her pussy. The rush steals my breath. I sink my hips deeper. Groaning against her flesh. More and more cum shooting into her. I grind into her softness to ensure she’s got every little drop.

My heart rate steadies. I breathe her in, feeling our bodies pulse together.

My arms are shaking. I need to get off her. I pull out slowly, shuddering at the sensation of her gripping me.

As the head of my dick slips out, a gush of cum follows. I push my fingers and the spilled cum back inside her.

“Now that feels nice, doesn’t it, Carmela. All full up.”

I drop down beside her, pull the covers up over her, and roll her onto her side. With her tucked in close, I sink into sleep.

CARMELA

I wake up with a start, disoriented as sensations slam into me.

“Good girl. That feels good, doesn’t it?”

Dante?I’m so confused…sore… aroused. “God, what are you doing?”

“That’s my good girl, come for me.”

He’s above me, moving, his hips sliding back and forth, his cock inside. My legs are spread wide. My knees bent back against my sides. Pleasure races like wildfire through me. My pussy convulses in sharp, sweet, climactic waves. He plants his palmover my lips, smothering my cries as the pleasure rips me up and spits me back out. My voice turns hoarse.

He keeps his palm over my mouth.

“I need to do you rough,” he says. “But you like that, don’t you, Carmela? You can take it for me. Show me what a filthy good girl you are.”