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defined lats that created a V shape, making me look towards the trail of black hair that traveled down to his beautiful cock. I made a sound of intense appreciation and he lifted half his face in a lazy grin. Before I closed my eyes and fell asleep, he mouthed the word, MINE .
I don’t remember much after that episode. I went into a semi coma like sleep. I relished the silence of his penthouse and that feeling we were up in the clouds and somehow closer to heaven. The honking noise of the city far below us was now nothing more than a faint memory and I cuddled into the luxury of the fine bedding and comfort of being so near him.
There were no clocks in his room, so I had no idea how late it actually was when I finally was able to rest. He’d crawled back into bed next me and gathered me into his arms and we’d slept like that for what felt like hours and hours. Although, when I woke up, it was still pitch black outside. Omar’s arm was around my ribcage and his right hand was cupping my left breast. He was asleep and his restful breathing tickled at my neck. I snuggled into the curve of his groin and went back to sleep. I’d never felt so safe or cared about my entire existence.
Near dawn, I woke again and winced when I moved. I was still sore, but it was a delicious sore and I checked myself with my hand. I wasn’t bleeding anymore, so that was a good thing. Omar rolled towards me and dragged me to his front, I gasped but went to him and he held me by my waist. “Good morning my beautiful goddess.”
He rolled his hips and I felt his hardness again, he was fully erect and jutting as if he’d not just had sex with me, and cum hours earlier. I was amazed, I had no idea a man could be like this. I pushed myself against him and rolled my hips and felt his length as it skidded across my lower tummy. His hand went between my legs and I spread for his inspection. I knew I was wet again, and when he discovered the same, his hips bucked against me.
He growled and pushed me to my back and then he was on me. Kissing me and holding me and rubbing his heated length against the skin at the juncture of my pussy and my thigh. He gutturally said, “Now I will show you the pleasure of being fucked by a real man.”
He was more intense now, more commanding and I knew I was going to like this, I just knew. My body was already prepared for him and that ache deep in the pit of my belly was already twanging away like some hidden, internal harp string being plucked by the massive male now planked over me.
He went back on his knees and pushed the covers away and off of both of us, my nipples tightened down from the cool air of the room. He pushed my legs apart and checked me for wetness. He made that sound, my body reacted further. I panted, “Omar.”
He fisted his cock, which seemed even bigger to me now, maybe it was the dim grey light of dawn, but he seemed nothing shy of a god as the shadows danced around his masculine, commanding frame. He slapped his hard length against my mound, and it made a thick, thudding, obscene sound. I loved it and pushed my hips up to meet the next lush intersecting of our flesh. He repeated this, slapping me with his thick, heavy length. I writhed and moaned and spread my legs even more. At this point, I was beyond redemption and I figured there was no sense in playing shy and demur. All I really wanted was penetration, him inside me, him thrusting his hips and shoving all of that length deeply in me.
I knew I was going to like this; I actually liked all but the painful part last night. “Omar, I want you inside me.” I whimpered.
He made that sound and slapped himself against me again and again, and then he trailed his finger up my entrance and showed me how wet I was. He pushed the tip of his cock to my threshold and rubbed it all over my pussy, spreading out my wetness. I already felt on the verge, and as if he could tip me
I don’t remember much after that episode. I went into a semi coma like sleep. I relished the silence of his penthouse and that feeling we were up in the clouds and somehow closer to heaven. The honking noise of the city far below us was now nothing more than a faint memory and I cuddled into the luxury of the fine bedding and comfort of being so near him.
There were no clocks in his room, so I had no idea how late it actually was when I finally was able to rest. He’d crawled back into bed next me and gathered me into his arms and we’d slept like that for what felt like hours and hours. Although, when I woke up, it was still pitch black outside. Omar’s arm was around my ribcage and his right hand was cupping my left breast. He was asleep and his restful breathing tickled at my neck. I snuggled into the curve of his groin and went back to sleep. I’d never felt so safe or cared about my entire existence.
Near dawn, I woke again and winced when I moved. I was still sore, but it was a delicious sore and I checked myself with my hand. I wasn’t bleeding anymore, so that was a good thing. Omar rolled towards me and dragged me to his front, I gasped but went to him and he held me by my waist. “Good morning my beautiful goddess.”
He rolled his hips and I felt his hardness again, he was fully erect and jutting as if he’d not just had sex with me, and cum hours earlier. I was amazed, I had no idea a man could be like this. I pushed myself against him and rolled my hips and felt his length as it skidded across my lower tummy. His hand went between my legs and I spread for his inspection. I knew I was wet again, and when he discovered the same, his hips bucked against me.
He growled and pushed me to my back and then he was on me. Kissing me and holding me and rubbing his heated length against the skin at the juncture of my pussy and my thigh. He gutturally said, “Now I will show you the pleasure of being fucked by a real man.”
He was more intense now, more commanding and I knew I was going to like this, I just knew. My body was already prepared for him and that ache deep in the pit of my belly was already twanging away like some hidden, internal harp string being plucked by the massive male now planked over me.
He went back on his knees and pushed the covers away and off of both of us, my nipples tightened down from the cool air of the room. He pushed my legs apart and checked me for wetness. He made that sound, my body reacted further. I panted, “Omar.”
He fisted his cock, which seemed even bigger to me now, maybe it was the dim grey light of dawn, but he seemed nothing shy of a god as the shadows danced around his masculine, commanding frame. He slapped his hard length against my mound, and it made a thick, thudding, obscene sound. I loved it and pushed my hips up to meet the next lush intersecting of our flesh. He repeated this, slapping me with his thick, heavy length. I writhed and moaned and spread my legs even more. At this point, I was beyond redemption and I figured there was no sense in playing shy and demur. All I really wanted was penetration, him inside me, him thrusting his hips and shoving all of that length deeply in me.
I knew I was going to like this; I actually liked all but the painful part last night. “Omar, I want you inside me.” I whimpered.
He made that sound and slapped himself against me again and again, and then he trailed his finger up my entrance and showed me how wet I was. He pushed the tip of his cock to my threshold and rubbed it all over my pussy, spreading out my wetness. I already felt on the verge, and as if he could tip me
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