“I’m yours, Mr. Black. I can handle it. Let go and take from me what you want.”
And with that, without even questioning it, my muscles stiffen, my thighs tense, I link my arms beneath her and grip onto her shoulders, and with one powerful thrust, I shove all my thick inches into her, hearing her cry out as the head of me slams into her cervix. Her walls grip me tighter than a fist, and I choke out “Color?” one last time to be sure, and when she wails, “Green, oh God, yes, green!” That’s all it takes for me to finally toss the reins farther away from my grip than they’ve ever been before, and I pull back so only the tip of me is still lodged in her cunt before I power my way back inside.
With a growl, I shoot up to my knees and circle my hands around her hips to grip her ass, holding her lower half up and steady as her shoulders press in the bed. Her arms fall above her head, and her hands grip her pillow, and I watch my fantasies come to life as I start to thrust in and out of her tight, wet heat. I glance away from her beautiful face to watch her tits bounce with every plunge of my cock. And then my eyes trail farther to watch our connection, the image obscene with how far her cunt is stretched to take my girth. Her pussy lips are red and glistening with her juices, and with each outstroke, I see how shiny she’s made my dick, her natural lube making it easy for me to pound into her.
Her cries of pleasure fill her room along with my grunts of desire. My fingers dig into her ass, the muscles of my arms bulging as I keep her held steady while I fuck into her, my hips creating the perfect movements to cause my cock to drag along the top wall of her pussy with every pull out, my shaft stroking along her clit with every stroke in.
Sweat drips along my hairline and down my back and chest, but for once it’s because of exertion instead of trying to keep a hold of my control. Everything is heightened, and each drop of sweat feels like a fingertip caressing my body as they fall along my skin.
“Yes!” Evie mewls after a particularly rough thrust, and it spurs me on. I drop her hips and fall forward, my hands on either side of her head. She meets my stare, and when I see her lips tilt upward in a little smile as I continue to pound into her, it does something to me, loosens more of those chain links inside me enough that I give into another one of my fantasies.
In one fluid movement, because she’s so light I can just put her where I want her, I pull out and flip her over, enjoying her little disappointed whimper at the loss of me inside her. But she doesn’t have to be disappointed for long, because I kick her knees apart with my own and thrust inside her from behind, no hesitation, no going slow, no warning, the way I’ve always wanted to fuck but never allowed myself to. And I glance up, catching movement, and realize we’re now facing her closet doors that are made of mirrors, and I see the look of pure ecstasy on Evie’s face when I give in to my own desires.
I grip her soft hips in my big hands, and I look away from the mirror long enough to watch my cock disappear inside her, seeing more of Evelyn Richards than I ever even dared to dream of. My hands grip her in a way that spreads her ass cheeks, and I see the little hole centered between them. My nostrils flare at the dirty thoughts the sight sparks in my mind, and since she’s still distracted by the steady pistoning of my cock in and out of her, she pays no mind as one hand leaves her hip.
It’s not until I reach beneath her to gather some of her wetness and bring it back up to circle that little hole that she takes notice, and her entire body stiffens. I meet her eyes in the mirror, my pace slowing slightly so I can get an honest answer out of her when I ask, “Color, little mouse?”
“Um…” She moans as my cock slides along her G-spot. I circle her asshole with my fingertip again. “I, uh…. Yellow.”
I nod, bending to place a kiss between her shoulder blades. “Another time then,” I murmur against her soft flesh, and when I sit back up on my knees, I see her nod.
I pick up my pace again, and soon, I’m on the brink, and with Evie’s cries of pleasure becoming louder, one starting before the previous ends, I know she’s close too.
“I don’t want to come like this,” I say, more to myself than to her, as I pull out and flip her once more to her back. “I want to look into your eyes when I make you come on my cock.”
And as if my words have a physical effect on her, she does exactly that with only three more powerful thrust of my hips. “Oh my God,” she exhales, her nails digging into my back, and that’s all it takes to make me follow her
