The words she spoke brought an aura of pleasure with them, stimulating every sense he had, filling that frame completely with her; he was enveloped in her, in her taste, feel, smell, sight, and now sound. Her moans, her words, all mixed together in a bright, pounding symphony of erotica, filling the air as well. Her begging, her desperation and passion in her words only conveyed the way her body moved beneath him, the way her hands gripped, her muscles clenched. It was all a cornucopia of pleasure and delight.
And partake in her he did, as his lips were tugged near her ear, he bit at the lobe there, squeezing with his teeth, flicking his tongue against her, tasting where his tongue dipped and licked, as he began to drive back inside of her accepting rear entrance, harder again, as she continued to grow used to the sensation and size of him, and he began to fill her faster, deeper still.
He pushed up then, gripping at her hips as he stood up again, and began to pound into her with emphatic, powerful thrusts; amazed, and shocked by the tightness of her, the pleasure raking from loins all the way up along his spine, encircling and clouding vision and mind, until all that was there was her.
His hand raised and clapped down as he slapped across her ass, not for punishment, but for pleasure, to rocket more sounds, sensations, throughout the experience. His groans and grunts grew deeper and he watched the way her ass accepted his cock with each thrust.
“Fuck, Tamara… Fuck, my good girl, you feel incredible. I want you Tam, I want your ass, your delectable cunt, your lips, mouth, I want all of you. I want your words, your desperate moans, your cries and begs. I want to feel you scratch and claw, your cum, your need on your lips. Everything about you…I want to fill your every hole with my essence.”
Another spank, as another hand reached out to tug at her hair and pull her head back as he fucked into her hard and fast now, groans becoming heavier, deeper with each passing moment.
The union of their fleshes was getting hotter and hotter, as if it could. Tamara felt surprised every single time she felt a new level of heat achieved, but within every single touch, she felt a new world reached. A new land to uncover through the touches and the spanks and the words of the man that was owning her. Feel it. Feeling it deep, the harsh strength of his manhood in her pushing and pulling, pushing her forward, pulling her back to him for more, much like the waves of the ocean, washing her sin off and sinking her in a new one again. And again. And again. “My... whole... body.... is yours!!” She screamed as his words invaded her and brought her temperature up high to a fever. A possessing fever of lust. She wanted more, she wanted all and he was offering it to her. As his hand reached for her hair, his fingers slithering between her hair to pull her head back she moaned louder calling his name with the desire she has in her stomach all night. Since they’ve started playing, since they’ve started back and forth until that bed.
“Master!” That’s all she could speak, her brain knew only that word and that was enough, for she knew he could understand exactly what she needed, just by hearing that one word. Master. Her Master. Owner of that forbidden fruit, pleasure filling their veins as she looked back at him, her green eyes sparkling and getting lost in his, begging to be grasped and kept there. He hand reached back, sliding over his perfect body down to his hip, sinking her nails in his muscle and voicing that contact with a louder moan. Pleasure was close. Dangerously close. She sat up, her back leaning against her muscular chest as she closed her eyes feeling him deep that he could touch her soul. “Master..” She repeated, her nails scratching up to his back. “Oh Master, please...” She begged. “Master!”
