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Page 74 of Dark Breaker

Rosa lingers there with my cock all the way down her throat for the longest time. She’s not breathing, and for a moment I’m worried about her well being, and consider pulling out of her mouth.

But then she slides back on her own and my cock drops from her mouth, though it’s still connected to her tongue by a long string of saliva. She coughs for a moment.

“You all right Rosa?” I ask.

Panting, she grunts some unintelligible reply, then smiles naughtily. Saliva has collected around her lips, and she wipes it onto her palm before wrapping that hand back around my shaft. She resumes sucking. Meanwhile, she’s masturbating her pussy with her other hand.

So fucking hot.

I find myself getting close. Suddenly she slides her mouth off me and squeezes my cock hard. She closes her eyes and rocks back and forth, groaning.

She’s cumming.

The sight of her like that, combined with the vise-like grip her hand has around my cock, causes me to explode. Ropes of cum stream across her face and chest. She seems to relish in each squirt, because while her back is still arching and her body shuddering, she grins and smears my cum across her chest like it’s some kind of pleasure-enhancing lotion.

Finally she sighs contentedly and I help her to her feet.

“We should go on dates more often,” she says. “If it makes the sex like this.”

“I agree,” I tell her. “But we haven’t even fucked yet. This is only foreplay.”

She tilts her head questioningly and then gazes at my deflating cock. Under those devouring eyes, my member stretches back to its full length.

I lead her to the shower. I turn the heat to something comfortable, then draw her inside with me. The hair draping the one side of her face becomes glued to her scalp, so that both sides almost seem equal length now. And for once I’m seeing what she’d look like with almost absolute symmetry to her features. It only enhances her beauty, and my desire for her.

I grab the base of my shaft with one hand and guide my cock into her pussy. She gasps, then wraps her arms around my neck and starts thrusting into me.

I smile at this attempt at control, and at her desperation, letting her have her way with me for a few moments, then I slam her against the tile wall and show her who’s boss. I begin hammering her, literally hammering, and she arches back against the wall, her chin rising, her arms spreading out on either side of her. Her fingers are spread flat against the tiles, and I’m under the impression they’d be curled up if she was able to bend those hard tiles.

Her wet breasts jiggle beneath me with each thrust. I lean forward and suckle them, licking and teasing her nipples.

“Fabio!” she says. “You’re a fuck machine!”

I grab her ass with both hands and squeeze, holding her steady as I fuck her. I grind my pubic bone against her clit at the bottom of each thrust, and she’s wiggling her head left and right now, moaning.

I kiss her neck, bite it, suck it. I run my tongue along the outline of her jaw.

She frantically presses her lips against mine, kissing me hard. Her eyes open and she peers into my soul.

“I fucking want you,” she says. “All of you.”

I growl and fuck her all the harder. I’m getting close. I know she is, too.

She lifts her head and groans. I feel her pussy clenching repeatedly around my cock and lose it. We cum together.

I slump against her, then simply hold her there, pinned to the wall. I want to relish the feel of her in my arms, and her scent. Her wet hair smells so good. I could smell it forever.

Smiling, I slide off her. “Nowwe’ve fucked.”

She leans forward so that she’s pressing against my chest, and sighs in satisfaction. “I could get used to it.”

“You’re going to have to,” I tell her. “Considering we’re married.”

“Oh yeah,” she says sarcastically. “I forgot.”

I don’t really like her tone, but decide to let it pass. Sarcasm is part of who she is, after all. And to be honest, I’m starting to kind of enjoy it. She’s the only one I’d ever let talk to me like that.

I hold her there for a few moments, then step away. I don’t bother to lather up. I just stand in the massaging stream of water for a while and then exit the shower.