DARK DELIGHTS

03

TIME IS TICKING LIKE A TIME BOMB. I wish I could stop it but its hands tick and tick round the clock until I cannot be with Salvatore any longer. He senses my resistance, as I cling onto his hot body beneath the sheets. He places a chaste kiss against my forehead, and rubs my back, saying, "You can always leave tomorrow morning, you know."

"I know, but I also know that today is Sunday," I respond, groaning at the cold air that greets me when I pull off the sheets, "meaning I have to go."

"I don't want you to go," Salvatore frowns, pulling me on top of him. I caress the side of his face, staring into his ever-darkening eyes. In a sad, low tone, he repeats himself. "Don't go."

"I have to." I respond. "I'll visit you on the weekends, if you'd like."

"I'd love that." He answers before I lower myself and intertwine our lips into a kiss. It starts out slow, and sweet but when he squeezes my ass, it becomes raw and ravenous.

My hips develop a mind of their own as they begin to move back and forth; grinding against him. Even through the sheets between our bodies, I feel him grow rock hard for me.

I know he wants me when he flips us over and spreads my legs; resting between my thighs. His mouth goes down to my neck while my hand goes between our bodies; stroking his big, hard dick. He moans and so do I as he bites, and sucks on my neck; the longing for him soaking my panties. The longing becomes worse when he rips my string top apart and devours my boobs.

He sucks all around one, while his hand plays with the other; flicking the nipple. He does that interchangeably, the longing ache between my thighs growing with every passing second.

"I need you to fuck me like a dirty little slut." I moan to his surprise but that surprise switches to something else... something more animalistic as he tears my pants apart as well and toss them aside.

I remain laying on my back naked; the wetness dripping between my open thighs, on full display for him to see. He never takes his eyes off of me even as he unbuttons his shirt and tosses it aside.

I swallow hard when he pulls his pants down; revealing his big, hard dick, sprung up at attention. The veins of his cock run up its length to the red head; glistening with precum.

He settles back between my thighs, before he pins down my hands with his on either side of my head.

Then, he slowly eases himself into me; drowning in my wetness. I moan at the feel of it all; his big, hard cock, stretching me wider and wider, as my pussy clings onto him tighter and tighter.

His hot breath fans my neck as he whispers — "Is this what you want? To be fucked hard and rough like the dirty little slut I know you are?"

The words leave me and all I can do is moan in response. Especially, when he grips my hands tighter, and begins to thrust into me so hard that it makes the bed hit against the wall.

Meanwhile, he continues his sweet, seductive talk in my ear. "I love fucking your tight little pussy, and I revel in the way your big, juicy tits bounce against my face while I do it."

I whimper, as he drives himself deeper and deeper into me; making my back arch off of the bed. I moan over and over, louder and louder for him — "Aah! Aah! Aah!"

The pleasure mounts more and more but so does the pressure, as he thrusts harder into me. My pussy squeezes his dick hard before he lets out a loud moan, plunging his big hard cock faster, deeper, and harder. I feel his breath on me again. Then he whispers — "Cum for me."

He lets go off my hands, holding me close against him, as I turn into a moaning, cumming mess; squirting all over him, and the sheets, too.

That, too, takes him by surprise. When I come down from my high, I find myself getting embarrassed at what my body did and how wet the sheets are from it.

"I—" I start; almost apologizing for what looks like water all over his sheets.

He cuts me off, his lips stretching into a wide smile as he says, "You're perfect."

I lay there confused at what just happened as I respond. "Is this supposed to happen? Is this normal?"

"Perfectly normal." He responds, pulling me off of the bed before we stand; my legs like jelly as I hold onto him. He brings his hand down to my chin, tipping my head up to look at him. My voice gets stuck in my throat at his next words. "I love you."

Then, his lips collide with mine. Butterflies swarm my stomach; a tingling longing in my heart. My arms wrap around his neck before his hand come down to my ass; hoisting me into his arms. I wrap my legs around him, and continue kissing him while he carries me in his arms to the couch.

He sets me down on the couch before he commands me — "Bend over."

I do as he commands when I turn around and bend over the couch; my ass sticking out in the air for him. He comes behind me and rubs my side; praising me saying, "Good girl."

Then, he thrust into me once more. He feels deeper than before; so deep that I can almost feel him in my stomach. All I can do is moan; the taste of it all blurring my every sense as I squeeze his cock in my pussy.

"Fuck." He moans, gripping my hips tighter as his thrusts become almost animalistic. All that can be heard are our moans and the clapping sound as his body collides against mine harder and faster.

I know he is about to cum when his strokes become shorter and harder and he moans for me — "Aah! You feel so good, baby girl. I'm going to —"

"Cum in me!" I moan; all logic gone from mine and his head too, as he obliges and spills every last drop of his cum in me. It is so much that I feel some of it roll down the side of my inner thigh. It continues to do so even after he pulls out of me. It becomes worse when I stand up straight; gravity doing its job.

He grabs a towel for me, and whips it off of me. Then he tosses it aside and meets my lips; his hands around my waist.

I cannot help thinking how different everything is from the time he'd taken my virginity. When he'd cum in me back then, he had left me all alone in the room but now, here he is kissing me. I pull from him with a smile on my face, saying, "I love you more."

We fuck some more for the rest of the morning; only taking a small break to eat and even that turns into more sex. It continues until the afternoon, spilling into the evening. He exhausts the willpower I had to leave today. He knows it too even before I drowsily mumble — "I'll leave tomorrow."

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