“Fuck, yes,” Sasha hissed, blue eyes flaring as he watched me undress. His hand dipped beneath the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled out his hard cock before he began to stroke it.
My pussy clenched; the memory of the intense stretch incoming was imprinted on my brain.
Shuffling off the side of the mattress, I stood to remove my leggings and panties, kicking them aside when they reached my ankles.
Sasha squeezed the base of his shaft, keeping it pointed toward the ceiling. “Get on. Right fucking now.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. Climbing back onto the bed, I hitched a thigh over his lap, straddling him.
Fingers brushed through my slit, and I shuddered. “Just checking to make sure you’re ready to take every inch of this cock, baby.”
After circling my clit, he plunged those fingers deep inside me, and I threw my head back on a moan, rocking against his hand.
“That’s my girl. Did you miss this?”
I could only manage a whimper in response as he worked me over, bringing me right to the edge before removing his hand and centering me over his cock.
Sasha gripped my hips hard enough to leave bruises before impaling me on his length to the hilt, causing me to cry out at the sudden feeling of fullness.
“Fuck.” He groaned. “I almost forgot how goddamn amazing it feels to be buried deep inside this tight pussy.”
Lungs burning, I had to remind myself to breathe as he rocked me gently over his lap, rotating my hips to help loosen me up, giving my body a minute to adjust to his size.
My teeth descended into my lower lip when he hit the perfect spot inside me, and my eyes slid closed.
A sharp crack sounded, accompanied by a stinging sensation radiating across my ass.
I gasped, and my eyes flew open in time to catch Sasha rearing back with the opposite hand to place a slap to the other side.
I couldn’t stop the moan that flew past my lips or the jolt of my hips as the shockwaves settled between my thighs, the throbbing there reaching new heights.
Fuck, why did that feel so good?
“Bounce on my cock, baby. Don’t hold back.”
Pressing my hands to his chest, I raised my hips before slamming them back down, delighting in the sound of his deep groan.
“That’s it. Just like that. Ride me hard.”
I swiveled my hips, grinding my clit against the base of his cock before I rose to my knees and began to ride him in earnest.
Sweat misted my skin as I upped my pace, climbing toward the peak of pleasure. When thumbs grazed my nipples, I faltered, my hips bucking erratically the closer I drew to climax.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted, gritting my teeth. “So close.”
“Me too,” Sasha grunted beneath me.
His hands left my breasts, and I whined, missing his touch. But then he anchored one on my hip, the other diving between my spread-open thighs, rubbing tight circles over my clit. That was all I needed to shatter, screaming his name as ecstasy burst through every nerve ending, and I came so hard it felt like my soul left my body.
I kept bucking my hips, trying to prolong the aftershocks of my orgasm, when Sasha let out a roar, his cock swelling inside me seconds before the warmth of his release registered through my lust-drunk brain.
Collapsing atop his chest, the sound of his racing heart beneath my ear was comforting, almost enough to lull me into sleep.
A giant palm lazily dragged up the length of my bare back before tangling in my hair. He loved playing with my hair, and truthfully, I missed running my fingers through his long locks. I took comfort in the knowledge that our time together was only just beginning, and I would be around long enough for his hair to grow back.
Sasha was my husband. It still didn’t feel real.
The man took manifestation to a new level, and I couldn’t even be mad about it. My life was so much better now that he was in it.
