Author: Alyse Zaftig
Category: Paranormal
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Gastard
The next morning dawned bright. Sunlight filled Belle’s bedroom and ushered in a new day, one that brought fresh, hard, morning wood with it. Gastard was used to waking with the ache of his own need, but what he was not used to was waking to Belle, her head under the covers, taking full advantage of a cock that was a warm, silky reality and no longer a depressing, soul-crushing dream that disappeared when she’d opened her eyes.
Gastard stayed still, reveling in the wet, warm mouth just a few minutes more, letting Belle’s attentions wake him fully before he raised the edge of the covers and peeked down at her. He watched as her head bobbed, loving how it looked when his cock disappeared into her O-shaped, pink lips. Lips that reminded him of her other lips, lips he’d tasted all night, making her quiver with joy. He loved watching how his cock slid back out of her mouth again, slick with wetness from her tongue.
She looked up at him then, meeting his eyes under the covers, and the need that burned bright in them was outshined only by the love he saw there, as well. Both emotions shining in her eyes was enough to gut him straight in the heart.
Damn, how I love that woman.
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As she held his gaze and slowly lowered her head again, taking him in teasingly, inch by inch, he thought he was going to come again, right then and there. Even after every time they’d reached for each other during the long hours of the night, he was still ready for her again. He knew he’d never get enough of her, and he didn’t plan on ever being away from her again.
With one more coy flick of her tongue, swirling it for effect, she pulled her mouth from his cock and crawled up toward him. She crawled up slowly, kissing her way up, lingering by biting his abs with her sharp teeth before soothing him again with the tip of her tongue.
She inched up again, to tease and suck on his nipple. He watched her progress as she got closer, on hands and knees, coming out from under the covers, until she kissed him good morning.
Her lips opened to welcome his tongue like they had welcomed his cock moments before.
He bit her lip in retaliation for her biting her way up his body, and he sucked on her tongue, just how she liked, making her squirm.
His hands wandered over every soft curve as she straddled him, kissing him, and then lowering herself onto him again. He cupped her ass as she began to ride him, loving how her hips swayed and swiveled in his hands as she sank down onto him, taking every inch.
He rocked with her, and against her, the friction of each stroke fanning the fire between them. He loved how she fit him like a glove, caressing the length of him, tip to base, every time she rolled her hips. He told her as much, making her sigh prettily as she teased him by starting to pick up speed.
She smirked down at him as she threw herself into every motion. Her breasts bounced as she raised and lowered herself again and again. She rode him without inhibition and it fed his masculine ego to know that she took such pleasure from him.
He grinned stupidly up at her, entranced by her every feminine bounce and sway. He licked his thumb and pressed it between her open thighs, stroking her clit as she used him, watching the pleasure on her face as she filled herself with him and rocked herself closer to heaven.
“You’re beautiful, my Belle. That’s it, use me. Take whatever you need from me, love, as it pleasures me to pleasure you.”
The sexiest moan he’d ever heard fell from her lips as she leaned forward, offering her nipple as she kept her hips moving over him, sliding down on him just to pull herself off and fill herself up once more.
He squeezed her tits together, sucking on one nipple, then the other. He let one hand slide down, following every gyrating curve once more until he cupped her ass and pulled her harder to him. He nibbled on a nipple as he helped her grind her clit against the base of his cock.
Knowing what she loved, what she needed, he slid his hand over the curve of her ass until his fingertip found her tightest, most-taboo hole. He pressed right there, but not hard. It was the pressure she liked, the almost of it, as she rode his cock and rocked her clit against him.
She started panting above him, encouraging him, almost there.
In one quick move he pressed and bit at the same time. Barely in one hole and completely filling the other, he bit her nipple and felt everything in her explode around him. She rode him hard then, thrashing and drawing out every wave. Just as she started to slow down, he grabbed her hips in each hand and started thrusting up into her.
She threw her head back and the combination of the intensely orgasmic look on her face, the way her breasts bounced with each one of his strokes, and how her pussy was still squeezing him with the remnants of her powerful orgasm was all he needed. He filled her full again, grateful for her body, her passion and her love as his curse-free cock spilled all he had, and all that he was, deeply into her, making her his again. For now and for ever-after.
When they were finished, and she lay exhausted and content, draped over him, he played with her hair and hugged her tight. His fingers wandered, drawing lazy designs on her back as they got their breath back under control.
They stayed like that, spent and complete, speaking on occasion, just existing again together the rest of the time.
Everything had been worth it, he thought. Every day spent trying to claw my way back here, every night spent planning to do it again, it was all worth it to be here, now.
“Did you really?” He asked her, in slow, lazy words.
“Did I really, what?”
“Fuck yourself every night, dreaming of me?”
He felt her giggle against him as he reminded her of her wanton words the night before, and would’ve given everything he had in the whole world just to stay right here forever. Spent and content with his Belle, a giggling, post-orgasmic, lump draped over him.
“Maybe not every night, but yeah.”
“What did you do the other nights, then?” He teased, kissing the top of her head tenderly.