FAR TOO LATE

I LET HIM HIT

After how my ex Abe made me ashamed of my body celibacy was the last thing I wanted.

I yearn to be torn apart like a w***e by the man I love just like the fit sexy porno actresses.

Zephyr knows how to do just that he has a way of satisfying a woman's needs.

We started kissing he lifted my shirt up and stared to work on my body. I laid on the bed my breath coming in shallow hitches, my body trembling as I looked up at him.

At 6ft 2in, he towered over me, a wall of hard, sculpted muscle that made me feel small and utterly possessed. When he stepped between my thighs, I felt it the heavy, throbbing heat of his veiny c**k pressing firmly against my soaking wet p***y.

This moment was exactly what I needed to escape from the world outside from Abe and the perfect celebration for the deal my firm just landed.

He didn't rush; he just leaned in, his weight pinning me down, letting me feel every inch of his hardness grinding against my c**t, teasing me with the promise of what was coming.

"You're so f*****g wet for me, Diane," he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my chest.

He shifted, sliding down my body with a predatory grace. I gasped as his tongue suddenly lashed out, licking my p***y with a passionate, hungry intensity.

He knew exactly where to hit, his tongue swirling around my c**t before diving deep inside me, drinking in my juices. While he devoured me, he reached for the bottle of oil on the nightstand. I moaned loudly as he poured the warm, slick liquid over my ass, his large, calloused fingers massaging it in.

The sensation of his slick fingers sliding over my cheeks and dipping teasingly toward my tight asshole while his mouth worked my c**t sent electric shocks through my entire system. I arched my back, my fingers digging into his muscular shoulders, begging for more.

He didn't make me wait long. He surged upward, flipping me onto my back and pinning my wrists above my head. He entered me in one slow, agonizingly deep thrust in missionary, his thick, veiny c**k stretching my tight walls to their absolute limit. I screamed into the quiet room, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist to pull him deeper. He didn't just f**k me; he dominated me. As he began to move, his pace was slow and punishing, each thrust bottoming out with a wet, slapping sound.

He leaned down, capturing one of my n*****s in his mouth and sucking hard, his teeth grazing the peak. He switched to the other breast, kneading my soft flesh with his hand while his c**k continued to plow into me, hitting my cervix with a rhythmic force that made my vision blur.

"You're mine," he whispered against my skin, his breath hot and demanding. "Every inch of you is f*****g mine."

The intensity shifted when he suddenly gripped my waist and hauled me upward, flipping me over. I felt the cool air hit my oiled-up skin before I was bent over the edge of the bed, my ass thrust high in the air. I could hear him breathing heavily behind me, the sound of his arousal palpable. He didn't go straight back inside; instead, he used those oil-slicked fingers to play with my asshole, circling the rim and pushing a finger inside to stretch me, while his tongue licked the crease of my cheeks. I was shaking, my p***y dripping and gaping, desperate for the fullness of him.

With a sudden, aggressive grunt, he lunged forward, slamming back into me in a brutal doggystyle rhythm. He gripped my hips so hard his fingers left marks, his muscular chest slapping against my back with every violent thrust. The friction was incredible, the oil making everything slide with a visceral, squelching sound. He was f*****g me like he wanted to break me, his c**k hitting my G-spot with every single plunge. I was sobbing with pleasure, my head tossing from side to side as he drove himself deep into my heat, claiming me over and over again.

He wasn't finished. He pulled out abruptly, leaving me shivering and empty for only a second before he hauled me to my feet. He spun me around and slammed me against the wall, my back hitting the cold surface as he lifted one of my legs high over his shoulder. The position left me completely exposed and vulnerable. He entered me again, a hard, standing f**k that felt even more intense because of the angle. He was drilling into me, his veiny c**k sliding in and out of my drenched p***y with raw, urgent physicality.

I could feel the muscles in his arms bulging as he held me up, his dominance absolute. He leaned in, biting my neck, his voice a guttural snarl as he increased the speed. The sound of our bodies colliding the wet, rhythmic slapping of his balls against my ass filled the room.

I clung to him, my nails scratching at his back, my entire body vibrating as I felt the pressure building, the friction of his thick shaft rubbing against every sensitive nerve inside me. He didn't slow down; he only pushed harder, driving me closer and closer to the edge.