Other Life

Allowing myself to feel

The day I left my clothes on the floor, Fuck, he picked me up and headed toward the bed, leaning down, yelping, he turned me over and put me on all four.

I pressed my eyes closed when he grabbed my hips, my sex dripping as he drew in his throbbing member. I tossed my head back with a cry, my hands gripping the sheets as he squeezed my skin, thrusting me back to swallow his member, drawing almost out, he rammed my ass against his hips, crying out as my arms struggled to keep me up.

The pleasure cocooned my body, spasms and quivers rack over my body as I juiced him with my essence. He growled, turning around as he brought me down on him, my back plastered against his front as he wrapped his arms around me, caging me in as he thrusted upwards, my lips parted from unspeakable words as my vision fogged.

His thighs slammed against mine, hot and wet, throbbing and warm, that's how he felt. He was on full summative mode, filling me with male power, letting me know who was in charged. I didn't fucking care who was in charged as long as he pleased me the only way a mate can.

He held my hips, rocking his member in and out of my burning core, the wetness gleaming over his member, making it slice in easily and more delicious, he felt good. My chest gleamed with sweat as it heaved up and down, my breasts loving his hands massaging them as he traced my figure, my lips parted with soft pants as he kissed my neck.

His thrusts eased as he pulsated inside of me, pulling out, he ejaculated on my belly. "Next time, I'll come inside of you. This time I gave you a free pass." He whispered into my ear as my chest heaved up and down, my lips parted as I licked my lips and gulped down my dry throat.

I turned over, exhaling deeply as I caught my breath, Sloan kissing down my neck and back. "Sleep with me." He stated more than asked as he stood up from the bed butt naked, "I'll be waiting for you in my shower, don't make me wait. I don't like to wait." He slapped my exposed butt cheek with a squeeze as he made his way toward the door, getting out.

My insides thobbed with that slap, concentrating right on my beating core. I silently moaned out, squeezing the sheets. I wanted more but I couldn't risk getting pregnant. My fingers will have to do. I slid my hand between my legs, rubbing into the wetness. Fuck! The door burst open as Sloan charged inside, without saying anything, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulders.

He slammed my left butt cheek, "That's for making me wait," And slapped my right butt cheek, "That's for masturbating." I blushed at that, thank God I was behind his back that he couldn't see my face. He opened his door and walked in, closing the door behind him.

He made his way toward the bathroom and placed me down on the shower, sliding the door close, he opened the tap, water sprinkling on us. He strolled toward me, my back touching the cold wall as I stepped back. He grabbed my leg and lifted it against his hip, standing between my legs.

"I just can't get enough of you." He touched the wall with his hand, his eyes glancing down at mine who glanced up at his, my parted lips leaving warm pants as my chest rose nervously. I gaped, his eyes firm and haunting as he watched my face expressions carefully. He drew in an out, my breathing increasing the faster he stroke his member inside of my burning core.

I arched my back, my eyes closed as I flung my hands behind his back, nailing his back as he rocked and thrust hard, "Open your eyes." I snapped my eyes open, his hand on my chin as he traced his thumb over my lips.

He grabbed my other leg and gathered my hands above my head, ramming his hips against mine, his mouth sucking on my nipples, licking and grazing softly. "Sloan!" I cried out as I juiced him up, slumping against him as he took me hard against the wall, my air supply all over the place as my lungs tried to remember how to run air in my system.