Satisfy Me

by Ryan Michele

  “My woman need my hot fucking dick inside her?” he asks and I nod. “Good.” His dick plunges into my pussy so deep, he collides with my cervix. He doesn’t move, just stops, with me holding on for dear life. My hooded eyes meet his. Cruz’s lips crash into mine and his hips move at a punishing pace. I rip my lips away from his to scream at the overwhelming pleasure. My fingernails bite hard into his shoulders as sparks ignite throughout my entire body, sending me on a tailspin of ecstasy. He doesn’t stop his thrusts while simultaneously pulling my body down hard on his cock. Each movement sends more waves through me.

  We crash to the floor, me astride him. I begin riding, so lost in the pleasure of my last orgasm that there is no rhythm to my movements. Cruz’s hands bite into my hips and he slams me down on him as I come again. Cruz begins to shake as he stills, his dick lodged in me up to the hilt. He covers my insides with his seedy cum, and I gasp for a breath not realizing I had been holding it. I crash to his chest and try to gather my breathing, his very harsh. After a few long moments, he pulls me up and kisses me, deep, hard, and sexy. He lifts me, his dick leaving my body, and my pussy clenches not wanting it to leave.

  “Damn, baby.” He must have felt it too. I smile inside.

  He sets me to the side of him and I try to get my bearings. I feel his cum leaking out onto my thigh and his dick is covered in my arousal, which I find sexy as shit. “Shit.” I groan, my fingers feeling the strain from the tight clench I had on his shoulder.

  Cruz rises, pulls up his pants, and fastens them. He holds out his hand to me, lifting me up as well. “You gonna feed me, woman?” His smile makes my heart swell with something I never thought I’d have in this world. And I’m the luckiest bitch to have found it.

  I sit at the table holding a beer bottle by its neck and watching my woman skirt around the kitchen, grabbing this and that. Her tight ass is calling me with every motion she makes. Sure, I just had her, but I’ll never get enough of her. Never. Clothed or naked, Princess is the hottest piece of ass I’ve ever known. My piece. Forever.

  “When do you want to get married?” All of her movements stop as if she’s frozen by my question. “Babe.” That one word has her turning to me. Shit, we could head to Vegas today if Ma would keep Coop.

  “We need to give us some time, Cruz.”

  “Nope. Time’s up. Married and babies.”

  Princess grabs the wooden spoon she was using to stir something on the stove and points it at me. “Babies? You’re shitting me, right?”

  “Fuck no, I’m not. I want at least two more.” Or more.

  Her eyes narrow on me. “You want two more kids when Coop does a fine enough job tearing the place up on his own? What the hell do you think three would be like?”

  I chuckle. “You can handle it.”

  “Uh, we can handle it. I’m not doing all that on my own, Cruz. No fucking way.” She moves the spoon back and forth in her hand, punctuating each word. It’s probably not the time to tell her I’d like to turn her over and paddle her with it.

  “Yeah, babe. It’s always us.” I jerk my chin up at her; she smiles and turns back to the stove, trying to dismiss the conversation. “We’re doing all this soon.” I rise up from the chair, walk up behind her, feeling her heat to my front. My lips graze her ear and I whisper, “Very fucking soon.” Her entire body shivers.

  “Baby, it’s just so fast.” Fuck that.

  “We’ve had plenty of time.” I smack her ass and leave the room. I do love that fine ass.

  After a nice dinner of steak and baked potatoes, I help Princess clean up the kitchen. By help, I mean I hand her dirty dishes. We head into the living room. I don’t know about her, but I feel like a damn stuffed pig. Lying back on the couch, boots kicked off, I pull Princess on top of me, wedging her between the back cushions of the couch and myself, hoisting her leg up my thigh.

  “Thanks for dinner, babe,” I say, kissing the top of her head.

  “No problem. But…” She trails off, not finishing. Damn it.

  “But what?” I question, absently clicking through the channels on the TV.

  “That’s not all I have planned for you.” I can feel her lips turning up on my chest in a smile.

  “What do you have planned?” In my life, I don’t like surprises. Surprises get you killed. Even small surprises are not top on my list.

  She moves her head so her chin rests on my chest and she can look into my eyes. “Trust me. All right?” I do fucking trust her to have my back on anything. I just hate this shit. “I promise you’re going to love it.” A glint of lust flares in her eyes, her pink lips parting as she takes in a breath. Images of her perfect lips wrapped around my cock float into my head. I am always up for that shit.

  “Yeah, babe.” She turns her head and we watch some mindless television.

  Thirty minutes pass and her soft inhales and exhales tell me she’s sound asleep. There goes my blow job. Fuck.

  I wake up to hands moving over my chest. I grab the wrists of the invader, open my eyes, and see Princess’s winning smile. Her thighs straddle my hips. Shit, I didn’t even feel her move. She has on a red robe and through the fabric I can see the outline of something bumpy that she’s wearing underneath.

  “Bout time you woke up,” she rasps and I let go of her hands which go back to my chest. “I’m ready to give you your present.” Blood instantly rushes to my cock. This is what I’m talking about.

  “I’m all yours, baby.” Her nails scrape down my chest. I groan at the bite of pain.

  “I know that.” I notice Princess has on bright red lipstick, not something she wears everyday. And I have to say it looks fucking hot. Her eyes rage with passion. Shit, what does this woman have planned?

  “Come on. Follow me.” She rises from the couch, tugging my hand, and I follow. I squeeze her ass and she shrieks. I pull away and smack it, sending a course of fire up my hand from the blow. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I halt her movements and she collides with my chest. I slip my hand through the front of her robe and squeeze her tit hard. “Oh God.” I fucking love hearing my woman moan.

  “This what you want? Want my cock?” I thrust it against her ass. “Your pussy is calling for me. Isn’t it?” Her entire body shivers but no words escape her lips. “Want me to fuck you?” Her knees begin to wobble, but I keep her steady, loving that I have this effect on my woman. Fuck yeah. “I sink my fingers in your pussy right now, you gonna be soaked for me, baby?”

  “Cruz.” My name on her lips turns me the fuck on.

  “Yeah, baby?” I kiss, lick, and nip the shell of her ear, making my way behind it and down her throat. She tastes of outdoors and sex. A perfect combination.

  “I really want to do something for you.” She pauses, gasping in a breath like she’s starving for air. I smirk. “Please,” she begs. While I love hearing my woman beg, I want to fuck her now.

  “Bend over the arm of the couch,” I demand, giving her a soft push in that direction.

  “But…” She begins to turn around and I grip her arms. She stops speaking.

  “I’m fucking you right now. Gotta take the edge off, baby.” Princess gives me the glare to end all glares, but lies over the arm. Her robe snakes up her back, leaving her tight ass up in the air just for me. I smack it hard and undo my pants as Princess screams from the sting.

  “Dammit, Cruz!” She wiggles her ass. She may act pissed, but she wants this as much as I do. She has never once turned me down for sex. Ever. And it better stay that fucking way. Without hesitation, I slam inside of her, my balls slapping her pussy.

  “Foot up.” I grab her leg, bending it at the knee, and rest her foot on the arm. Fuck yes. My cock is so damn deep in my woman that my head hits her barrier with every damn thrust.

  I grip her hips and ride her hard, thrusting in and out over and over. No words are said, no delicate touches. None of that shit. This is fucking. Pure adrenaline-filled fucking.

  Princess’s pussy clamps around my dick as her scream
s shake the windows of the house. I continue my hard pace. My balls draw up and the tingle approaches. Harder. Faster. The fucking couch begins to move with each pump. My dick blows inside my woman and I thrust through each spurt, enjoying every fucking second of it.

  I still and gather my breath. Princess collapses onto the couch, my dick springing free from her folds. Fucking hell.

  “How many times are you going to fuck me in one day?” she mumbles into the cushion. I pull my pants off and tug my shirt away from my body.

  “I have to store this shit up. No telling when I’ll get to fuck you like this again.” With Coop, one never fucking knows.

  “You’re going to break me.” I slap her ass and she jolts. Without even looking at her face, I know she’s glaring at me. I scoop her up into my arms and walk to the bedroom and set her down on the bed; soft candles are lit throughout the room.

  A tray of something sits to the side, but a towel lays over top of it so I can’t see what’s under it. “Babe. You were made for me. Nothing to break.”

  “Now I gotta clean up again.” She enters the bathroom then sticks her head out. “Do not touch anything, Cruz.” Her warning is quite cute, but what the hell.

  I stride my nude ass over to the bed and lie down, resting my back against the headboard, arms behind my head and ankles crossed. Something wet hits me in the leg and I startle, seeing the wet washcloth dripping down my leg. Cheeky woman. She says nothing but quirks a brow. Ahh. Gonna play that way. I quickly wipe my dick, balls, and everywhere around, then throw the washrag full force, hitting Princess in the boob. Yes!

  “Fucker!” she snarls. “That’s it.” She rushes the bed like she’s some damn wrestler, climbing on top of me. She’s tough. Really tough. I flip her over, covering her body with mine. Her breathing is heavy, but her eyes are smiling. She’s not pissed at all. Love my woman.

  “So, where’s my present?”

  Her lip curls but her eyes narrow. “I had this whole seduction scene planned, but you had to go and ruin it by fucking me on the couch!” Princess isn’t pissed, but she is disappointed. Fuck, I hate that.

  “But it was a good fuck.” I wiggle my eyebrows. “Baby, go ahead and do what you want.”

  “It’s not the same,” she grumbles.

  “Why not?”

  “Because I was gonna have you so turned on you fucked the shit out of me.” She sucks in deep. “Then you go ahead and do it early!”

  “Baby, you know that pussy is mine and I’ll fuck it when I want.”

  “You’re lucky I love you.” Happiness fills me at those words.

  “I am, huh?”

  “Yes! Because if I didn’t and I didn’t want to fuck you again sometime soon, I would knee you in the balls.” My balls shudder at the thought. Fuck that.

  “You do that shit, I’ll put your ass over my knee and not let up until you’re so fucking red you can’t sit for a week.”

  “Promises, promises.” Her eyes roll and the corner of her mouth tips up.

  “Baby.” She doesn’t look at me. I place my hands on either side of her head and stare down at my girl. “I want you to do what you had planned.”

  “I want to tie you down.”

  “Fuck no!” There is no fucking way on this earth she is tying me to shit. Do I trust her, fuck yeah, but never doing the tying shit. I’m in control.

  She gives a small sigh. “I knew you’d say that.” I roll off of her and she gets up off the bed, bringing the still-covered tray back with her.

  “What in the hell is that?” There is no way in hell she’s sticking a dildo or any of that other shit we use on her, in me. Fuck. That.

  She sets the tray on the bed and undoes her robe, letting it fall to the ground. My sexy, curvy woman stares back at me, but this time she has a huge band of pearls wrapped around her neck. I arch a brow. “Pearls?” She is not a pearls kind of girl.

  “Shut it.” The little white circles fall over her breasts down to her navel, wrapping around her neck twice. How fucking long is it? And more importantly, what the fuck does she think she’s going to do with it? Princess begins twirling the beads around and around in front of her. “We are going to have dessert.” She yanks the towel from the plate to reveal small bowls filled with different foods: whipped cream, chocolate, honey, some brown stuff, and some fruit.

  “What the hell are you planning?”

  She climbs onto the bed. “See, big guy. I am having dessert. You.” Her voice turns to a low purr and I’m fucking liking where this is going. My dick’s been a fucking champ today, he’s got another one in him. “But since you won’t let me tie you up, I’d like you to let me eat.” She reaches over and grabs one of the bowls.

  “Are you putting that shit on me?”

  She laughs evilly. “Hell yes.” Before I can stop her, she begins drizzling chocolate over my chest, abs, and dick. “Then I’ll lick up every square inch.” The seductive tone of the word inch stirs my dick back up. Not hard, but awake. Fuck me. Princess moves to the end of the bed, crawling up to me on her hands and knees. Those damn pearls strung between her lips. Fuck, that’s hot.

  Slowly, she unwraps the pearls from her neck, letting them hang low. They brush my thighs and the closer she gets to me the more they brush my dick. She smiles, sticks out her tongue and begins licking, sucking, and kissing all over my body. I thread my fingers through her hair, needing to touch her as her tongue does a number on me.

  Princess sits up on her knees. “Yummy.” She makes a production out of wiping her lips and at this point, what the hell.

  She bends down, sucking one of my balls into her mouth deliciously. Her hot heat envelops one and then the other. My semi-erect dick wants to join the party. Her tongue strokes my dick from top to bottom, wetting the entire shaft over and over again. The bubble of pleasure hits.

  Something cold wraps around my dick and I shoot up. “What the hell?” Princess is wrapping the pearl necklace around my dick, the coldness from the stones firing me up. “If that pinches my fucking dick, you’re gonna get it.” I warn, serious as shit. She wraps the tight pearls against each other, completely up my shaft. Her hand covers the pearls as she begins small strokes up and down.

  Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. The pearls massage my dick like nothing I’ve ever felt before. The repetitive movement unravels me as I flop back down to the bed. Not one pinch as she strokes and strokes. My dick hardens as she continues her torture. The tightness and the roll of the small balls all at once drive me higher. I find breathing difficult.

  But I’m nowhere near coming yet and I’m ready to show her what that hell those beads can do. Quick as lightning, I pull the beads from my dick and crash Princess underneath me to the bed. She lets out a whoosh and a cry. I stifle her with a deep, hungry, possessive kiss which she responds to immediately.

  “On your knees.” I roll off, open the nightstand drawer, and pull out a bottle of lube along with the anal beads.

  “This is supposed to be your Valentine’s present,” Princess says, saucily shaking her ass in the air. I give it a good smack and her body shakes.

  “It is. You, any damn way I want you.” Her breathing hitches as I slide one finger into her tight ass, spreading her, and she groans. Adding lots of lube, I continue my assault, pushing another finger in and scissoring them until her muscles begin to relax.

  “Cruz,” she gasps and begins to rock back on my fingers, eagerly wanting more. I circle her clit once, twice, three times and she bucks so hard I swear her knees fly up about an inch. Her pussy drips and I focus back on her luscious ass. Damn.

  Clumsily, I add the lube to the beads with one hand as the other continues keeping her passage open. I pull out and begin inserting the beads slowly, adding more lube as I go.

  “Fuck, Cruz,” she moans as I fill her with the beads. I push in the final bead and sit back on my knees. God, what a fucking sight is this. My woman, panting on all fours, beads filling her ass and her pussy dripping wet. Her noises are un-be-fuckin
g-leavable.

  “Like that, baby?”

  “Cruz. I need to come. Now. Please.” I fucking love hearing her beg. Knowing that I’m the only one that can give her what she wants. Fuck yes!

  “In time, baby. I want to play.” Gripping her hips, I slide the beads from her necklace into her pussy. Princess’s arms give out and she lands on her elbows, only allowing me better access. After inserting a few of the beads, I feast. Hands on the cheeks of her ass, I lick from clit to ass, taking special time to move the beads and pearls with my tongue just a little. I play with her, licking her folds and staying away from her pulsating clit. I add my finger inside her pussy, moving the beads around her inner walls.

  Her hips buck and thrust, moving around in circles. My woman is out of control. Her honey continues to roll out of her and I greedily lick and suck every bit of it. Damn.

  “Cruz. Please. My clit,” she pleads.

  Removing my mouth from her clit, but not my finger, I rise to my knees and line my dick up with her pussy. I replace my finger with the head of my cock, sliding it into her warm opening. The beads feel so fucking good as I enter her inch by painstaking inch. I’m not sure if those damn things will pinch either of us, and I’m not taking any chances.

  “Cruz, you have to fuck me.” The desperation in her voice is the biggest fucking turn on. Hell yeah, I do.

  Burying my dick to the hilt, Princess screams and I still for a moment trying to get myself together. The roll of the pearls is fucking killing me. I won’t last long. There is no fucking way. Slowly I thrust, feeling each of the beads moving. Using my palm, I rub her clit vigorously. Princess explodes, squeezing my dick almost painfully tight in her. As she falls, I continue my slow strokes holding off my erection just for a while longer. I pull the beads out of her pussy one at a time and luckily they didn’t get wrapped in my dick. They come out with ease to Princess’s mewls.

  Her face lies on the mattress and with each powerful thrust, her cheek moves up just a little more. I pull the beads out of her ass as I plow into her. Watching them come out, spurs the roll inside my body. It’s fucking coming.