Page 31 of Into the Blue

The crown of me will be the biggest struggle for her tight little cunt to take. Even with prepping her and fitting as many fingers as I could, I know it doesn’t compare. Worry starts to color her features, but I shush her, “Keep breathin’. You can take me. Show me what a good girl you can be.” I encourage her and hold back as much as I’m able as I ease into her.

She moans into a groan and I feel her dripping over me, down my shaft and onto my nuts.

“That’s it. Open up for the King.” Once the crown slips into her, I pause only for a moment. Our eyes are locked on each other and she wraps her arms around my neck. Racquelle is slippery and warm and only a direct order from the big man upstairs could make me stop what is coming for her.

I don’t know how she knew, but she’s coming along for this ride. I punch my hips upward in one swift movement. It’s quick as she cries out. Her hands wind through my locs, holding on in any way she can when I start bouncing her on my dick, fast enough for her robe to fall to the side, her sexy as fuck body jiggling in time with each one of my thrusts.

Skin slapping skin, she soaks my boxers.

My name starts as a low chant from her throaty voice, “Blue, Blue, Blue,” but it turns into a plea as she tightens and clenches on my shit.

My balls are drawing up and I want to fill her up with more than just my dick. I want my cum leaking out of her. I tell her as much, “Want my nut to be leakin’ from you for days. You gonna take it all, Racquelle?”

Her eyes roll back with her head as my name continues pouring from her lips.

She’s so close.

She’s so close, but I’m nowhere near close to letting her be done with me.

She will never be done with me.

I carry her to the couch, clumsy from too much blood flowing south. I step wrong, knocking my shin into her coffee table. Pissed and too focused on not missing a moment of the magic grip Racquelle has on my dick, I kick out and the table goes flying into the wall. Something else smashes to the ground with it. Neither of us stops to see what it is because the deeper angle she’s riding my dick at is too fucking much euphoria to pull away from.

Her hands grab onto the back of the couch, she’s smothering me between her tits.

Fuck, I’m in heaven.

I don’t dream often any more. But this, this is my dream. From the moment I saw her, this is exactly where I wanted to be.

I lick and suck, trying to leave a mark. Claiming her in every way I know how.

I can just barely make out her breathy pants while she rides my dick like a cowgirl. With my hands on her ass, I move her body closer to mine so her clit is rubbing over me while she gets to that edge.

“Blue, please. Blue…”

We’re both falling, crashing. My nuts tighten and she goes silent as her orgasm wracks her body. Each clench of her core on me is torture and pleasure as each pulse of cum spurts into her.

It starts to drip from her, but I use my fingers to run it up to lubricate the hole I am definitely claiming next.

My finger rolls around the puckered hole and she moans into my shoulder, still trying to recover from the first orgasm.

I’m already stiff again.

One O isn’t enough for me. It will never be enough for her after this.

I test once, twice and on the third time she lets me in. So tight and so responsive.Fuuuck, I need in.

She sits back, pushing my finger in, to the second knuckle.

“Oh god, Blue, you feel so fucking good filling me up,” she gasps at the second finger I add.

“Ride me like that. Go ‘head. Put that ass to work.” I smack her ass hard with my other hand.

She cries out, but does what I said, rolling her hips before bouncing to a sexy rhythm I match to reach deeper inside her. I’m filling two holes already, but it’s not enough.

I pull her face to mine, kissing her deep. Easily, I’m able to undo whatever she had done to her hair and get that braid wrapped around my fist.

With her head pulled back, my fingers in her ass and my dick stuffing my nut back inside her, she looks like the sexiest vision I’ve ever seen.