Insatiable | 18+

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The minute I opened my eyes to a cold, empty bed; I knew she was gone.

I could recall every detail we spent together last night, which was a first for me. I remember the exact way she moaned whenever she hit her climax and that sound was on replay in my head. It was then I realized I was hard again. I was hard just from remembering snippets of her in my head and sniffing what was left of her scent in the room.

I made her cum six times.

I hadn't planned for it to happen, but it was as if my hands couldn't steer clear of her. We would take a break for five minutes or so, then my hands would find its way to fondle her breasts or finger her. And she was all at my mercy. I had never met any other woman as responsive to my touch as she did.

She was mostly quiet, but she was such a vixen in bed. I simply couldn't have enough of her. Little things like breathing out my warm breath in her ear would make her moan, and her moans drove me absolutely crazy.

It sounded insane to me but I realized it wasn't just sex with her. There was a level of intimacy I never experienced with any other woman. I couldn't stop kissing her or nuzzling her even when my cock was pumping inside her. I had to hold her. She was always in my arms somehow, no matter the position, and it was all new to me. I couldn't believe I'd ever experience what sensual and passion was.

My hand couldn't help itself. I was jerking off to her and for a second there, I felt frustrated that it was my hand instead of hers. Just a couple hours ago she had her luscious lips wrapped around my cock and sucked every bit of me dry. She had her way with her tongue, especially when she flicked it into the slit of my dickhead. Fucking heaven.

She was really quite a squirter. I guess it was why I found it magnificent to watch her each time she came. The way she arched her back whenever she was near, the way she always tried to clamp her legs together if it weren't for me holding them down. I enjoyed every bit of licking her dry. Her juices smelled like rose water and it was so damn addictive. In fact I could still taste traces of her on my tongue and I wished I didn't had to wash it away if I could.

I pumped myself faster, harder. Images of her glancing up at me with those lustful hooded eyes while blowing me had me tugging her up to kiss her. Every time she made eye contact with me I practically had to cradle her face in my palms. She looked so delicate yet sexy that it was driving me totally nuts.

I probably wouldn't have stopped fucking her if it wasn't for her begging me to stop after the sixth time. She held my face in her sweet pussy as she came and I savoured it, leaving no drop to waste. I cleaned her up with my tongue and began flicking her clit all over again when she pulled me up and shook her head frantically.

"I can't. I can't. You broke me." Were her exact words when she panted after coming down from her high, gazing at me with those large hazel orbs of hers that had me drowning in them.

I remember kissing her before pulling her into my arms, sniffing the lavender scent of her hair as her ass pressed against my still-hard cock.

"You're still hard." She giggled when she felt me move my dick to rest perfectly on her ass crack.

"Mm," I kissed her bare shoulders from behind, wrapping her tightly in my embrace. "Don't move too much or I'll start again." I had to warn her if she really wanted to stop.

She turned her head around to peck me on my jaw and that was the last memory I had of her before we both fell into a deep slumber. Or I guess, I did. She wouldn't have sneaked out on me if she did too.

I unloaded my unborn children all over the sheets. It was already stained with all of our juices from last night anyway, what's one more patch? Besides, I was now feeling immensely unsatisfied.