Baldovino lay above me with his cock buried into the warmth of my womanhood. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head and my nails dragged along his back, adding fresh scars to the plenty of nail scratches that he had. I moaned out his name, welcoming the satisfying sound of skin slapping against skin as he tightened the hold of his hand around my neck, making it harder for me to breathe. The sheets were soaked in sweat and whatever bodily fluids we released. I could feel that my release was drawing near and my thighs tightened around his waist, wanting him to delve deeper, harder and faster in me. I could feel tears escape my ears due to the immense pleasure I was experiencing before my climax came and I let out an abnormal sound at my release, my body reaching highs only Baldovino could make me reach. He shortly released his seed inside me, making no move to pull out. This was my third climax while it was only his first.
My legs shook and fell flatly on the bed and my breath came out short and fast as I tried to catch my breath. While I looked like I had run a marathon, Baldovino looked like a model; handsome and without flaw. He leaned down and placed a kiss on my temple and I smiled drunkenly as I felt him pull out and roll his body off me. I laid there and closed my eyes, enjoying the moment of bliss and relief that my body felt after having sex with a man as well endowed and highly sex driven as Baldovino was. He knew my body as if it was his own. He knew what to touch to get me turned on, he knew what to kiss and suck on to get me moaning and he knew exactly how to hit the perfect spot with every thrust.
We spent nearly every moment having sex and Baldovino wasn’t the kind of man who made love. He was never gentle, never a gentleman; only seeking his release and pleasuring me in his own sick and twisted way. My first time had been right on his airplane, just when we had left New York and were making our way to his private island. He had taken out his sexual frustration, and was still continuing to take out his frustration on me but I couldn’t help but welcome the abuse. I loved every bit of it, no matter how rough.
I turned my head to look at him. He was sitting up on the extra large custom made bed that could have several people laying in it while still giving each individual enough space to spread out and sleep comfortably. He lit a thickly rolled blunt and pressed it to his lips, closing his eyes for a brief moment before he grabbed the whiskey bottle that he had been drinking prior to our fucking. I couldn’t help but bite my bottom lip, looking over every inch of his naked body. His chest was ripped and strong, his stomach one that was hardened with an eight pack and a v line that led to his cock that was 8 inches long and fully thick. His skin was untouched and unblemished, no tattoos and no scars. Besides his back which was red and almost raw due to my continuous digging of nails on his back whenever he flips me over and finishes while looking into my eyes.
He drank from the whiskey, his eyes glancing at me and looking over my body that had no bit an ounce of energy. I couldn’t help but drunkenly smile at him like a love-sick puppy. “I need to pee,” I told him as I sat up and crawled off the bed, not bothering to put anything on since it was just the two of us and I had gotten comfortable being around him naked since that was how he preferred me. I walked across the bedroom to the bathroom and walked into the space and used the toilet. I stood after finishing my business and washed my hands, glancing at myself in the mirror.
My skin was glowing and I couldn’t have been happier; of course, the effects of explosive sex. I turned to the shower and stepped into it, deciding to clean myself off since I was already in here. I stood under the shower and cleansed myself of any bit of dirt on me, washing off Baldovino and I’s sweat and our cum that was running down my legs. The shower wasn’t long and I stepped out, wiping myself down with a towel that I left wrapped around my body and brushed my teeth. I walked out of the bathroom and looked at the bed that was still messy and undone but there was no Baldovino sitting on it. I looked to the left and saw him standing out on the balcony, looking out. I smiled and stepped out, wanting to be close to him at all times. The French doors that led to the balcony were wide open and the cold air from outside entered the once warm and intimate room.
