Passion
By Blackrose11
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The passion I have felt for the past couple of months have been wild and out of this world. The moment he walks in a room my eyes light up. When he looks my way, a smile appears but not like one you have seen. When he touches me the goose bumps appear everywhere that is seen. The moment his lips touch mine, my hearts want to burst. The feeling of him inside of me make me gasp for air.
From begging to present the moments have been stuck in my brain, every second and motion that was made.
This moment was the night out of a crazy dream. We arrived home and I got pinned down and told where to be. In my head I thought to force him to move, but my body said just to let him take me. The lighting fast thoughts going through my mind of what he could do to me and how badly I want him to make me scream.
He removed every item of clothing from my skin. So gentle it felt like a breeze has just blown by. Every hair standing up, every breathe getting harder to take. The feeling of his finger tips stroking me down my body from my lips to my to my neck grabbing me tightly and kissing me like never before. But the hands did not just stop there. For every inch they moved another shiver over came my body. Until he reached the spot that could paralyse my whole body. The movement of his fingers against my clitoris as he stroked it gently teasing me, making me want more. The feeling of every breathe he takes grazing my skin as he kisses every part of skin he could see.
He made his was all the way down to my thigh, kissing and stroking every nerve even ones I did not think I had. He moved to the left more and more until the button was pressed. The deepest breathe I have ever taken. My chest filling up to the ceiling and my back sinking into the sheets. My legs wobbling like the earth was shaking. The sheets being teared with every stroke and lick he made. I just wanted to claw and make him mine. I needed to scream but no noise would come out, almost suffocating with how tightly I had to pull the pillow over my face so I didn’t wake the whole place. I needed this, this man new what I wanted. He understood every thing on my body to the freckles on my nose to wear to kiss me to make my whole body weak. He knew what he wanted to do to me and he did it. Staying dominant and making me beg. I wanted him so badly I need him so badly my body needed his skins touch his kisses the feel of his skin pressed against mine.
He started to rise keeping eye contact the whole time I didn’t dare blink. My hands got locked down and I got told not to move. I was not allowed to move or a punishment would happen. But every bone in my body wanted me to break the rules and see what this man was capable of. I had to know, but the dick felt so good I could not move. It felt as if I had god himself on top of me at that very second. The power and strength this man held, the power he had over my body made me want him more. He wanted me as his toy and was not afraid to use me. He dragged me around like I was a feather, from every corner of the bed. Every sheet was torn and scratched as I craved for his next movement and instruction.
I needed him to tell me what to do, after all I was his. I was not allowed to move unless he said and I was fine with that.
I broke the rules as I needed to scratch my man. The punishment made me love him more. Grabbing my head and pushing me down like the slut I was he got what he wanted. He made me want to get faced fucked. I had never been so turned on in my life. With how this man was fucking me I was ready for this man’s babies.
I begged to have him inside me again. I could feel every stroke that he made, every breathe tickle my back, feeling all the sweat run across our bodies. I did not want more. I don’t want more. He made me feel like this little tiny toy that he wanted to play and do dirty things to and I was 100% willing to let him do as he pleases. I lost track of how many times I came, just being bent over was 5 alone.
Getting flipped over and seeing his face my me need this godly man more. His face all worked up, his body all wet and steamy, his arms popping with veins and body grunting like I was it prey.
I could not help but look in this man’s eyes. He became a part of me in that moment. The first time I seen myself as a part of him. His eyes glistening and widening after every time he blinks. Touching his lips and feeling every thrust in me. Seeing the man, I love make my body crave his affection. Breathing in his every breathe, taking every deep stroke, he made, feeling is heart pulse against my skin. Hearing the words, I love you come out of this man’s mouth at that specific time made me realise. How have I ended up with my king so young? A man that makes me so happy, makes my body carve him more, I get a taste for skin more than twice a day. I need this man’s love and he needs mine the team and bond we have created was unbreakable. Are bodies becoming one in this moment, we knew what we both wanted and we made that happen. We know what pleases each other and it makes our life great.
Not only does this man make my skin tingle at the thought of him, or my heart beat like its about to burst. But this man noes how to make his queen weak and make her beg for more.
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