VII

Making love with you
Is like drinking sea water.
The more I drink
The thirstier I become,
Until nothing can slake my thirst
But to drink the entire sea.

by Kenneth Rexroth (1905-1982)

Say It

“Say it.” those two words rolled over my body and I was helpless to stop the tremble. Jason's grip on my hair kept me in place, that and his fingers that were almost painfully cupping my sex. He stood to my left as he pressed my body to the wall. I'd come this far resisting, I wouldn't go down easily and he knew it now.

“Never.” The word was breathy and not nearly as confident as I had intended it to be.

“Wrong answer Sienna.” With a jerk of his wrist, the flimsy black, see through panties I wore were ripped from my body. His fingers were rough, thick, and they pried as deep as they could into my pussy. My thighs spread automatically to give him a better chance at hitting my g-spot. That one move however, earned me the loss of his fingers and a jerk of my silky black hair. “Oh no, you won't get anything you want until you say it. Last chance baby, or I'm gone forever.”

“Jason you wouldn't!”

His voice, hot and heavy against my ear made me tremble, made things tight with anticipation of all the things I knew he was capable of. “Try me sweetheart...”

I'd never wanted a man so fucking much, never craved his touch quite like Jason's. Oh I tried, I fucked around, I made plenty attempts to keep my freedom, my heart, my body 100% mine. But my reactions now as he stroked his fingers from asshole to clit and back...god damn him he knew what I'd been trying to deny for two years.

“I'm yours! Goddamn it, I'm yours alright?!” My palm slapped against the wall and the sting of it was a pretty distraction from my admission just now. I felt defeated, like all my hard work to forget him had been for nothing. He was wrong, everything wrong that I knew I shouldn't want. Yet here I was, letting him control me again.

Suddenly, his body had me pinned against the wall, his cock, so thick and so fucking long it hung there, so heavy it had never ‘stood at attention’ like an average cock would. When I first met him I'd been so afraid of that cock I refused to have sex with him. But I was two years younger and so very stupid... I was stupid about a lot of things with Jason.

“You've always been mine Sienna, no amount of fucking around would ever change that and you knew it since the moment...”

“You fucked me senseless?” The hard bite to the back of my neck was a warning; a warning not to cut him off, to stop being so fucking defiant even in the face of defeat.

“Exactly. It ends now. You are mine, all mine.” And to prove his point, he lifted that massive cock to my entrance and shoved the tip, the shaft, as much as I could possibly take while still dry into me. My nails scraped the wall and my cries turned into whimpers for more. No one teased me better than Jason. My Jason.

My voice was hardly a whisper, “Then claim me, prove that all I need, all I've ever needed was you.”

The hand tangled in my hair let go to smoothed down the flat of my belly, curl around my waist with a squeeze before founding my clit. As his cock pulled out until just the tip remained, he slammed back in a little deeper. Jason wasn't a gentle man, and the sex was no different. He knew what I needed and as my screams rang out, he fucked me harder, faster.

As the heat and sweat of our bodies mixed, his breath smoldering now on the back of my neck, I felt the first trickles of the orgasm building; my pussy growing tight as I readied for the explosion to rip through me.

“Jason! I'm close! Fuck, harder!” There was a deep, sexy growl from behind me as he hammered into me like he was trying to fuck us both right through the wall. As I screamed wordlessly he pulled my hair back again and told me to say it again. I knew if I didn't say it he'd pull out, leaving me just on the verge of possibly the best orgasm I'd ever had. That thought, in that moment, was the scariest thought I'd ever had and I cried out for him over and over again until my voice was hoarse, “I'm yours! I'm yours!”

“Mine!” his roar carried out above my own, and with his possession of me, I came, hot, sticky cum that was only seconds followed by his own thick ropes of cum. My body shivered as he pulled out and spun me around, his lips seeking mine for a kiss I'd never allowed him to have. It felt greedy, sinful and full of promise. My knees were shaking and I had to wrap my arms around him to steady myself as I looked up into his dark brown eyes.

“My turn to prove you belong to me...”

His laugh was deep and rich of amusement, “Are you going to pin me against the wall to Sienna?”

As I shoved him to the wall with a thud, dropped to my knees and smiled up at him I replied, “You bet your ass I am."

New Shoes

When Ryan walked into the room she was taken aback because it wasn't just his set of footprints that she saw on the edge of her sight. Had she dared to move, to crook her neck up from her slaves position, she would have been severely punished.

His shoes, whomever they were, weren't as expensive or well kept like her masters. Her first thought? If I were his slave those shoes would be polished to perfection. She heard Ryan's sexy, masculine voice; it was a deep baritone that rolled down Maxine's spine like molasses. It had always been that way, one word and he owned her, body and soul.

“Vixen... I'm going to blindfold you and then you'll be putting on a show. If you do more than admire our guests shoes right now, consider yourself in an enormous amount of trouble.” She was naked, on her knees, with her ankles shackled to the bed. Her arms outstretched in front of her, the tips of her right fingers pressed gently over her left against the floor. Even though the tip of her nose was pressed to the floor giving her the ability to lift her brow, her gaze; she squeezed them shut because as much as she loved his punishment, she was fucking intrigued and replied with a simple yet effective ‘yes, master’.

The soft dark blue, thick silk that was quickly wrapped around her face was impossible to see through as he pulled her by the hand cuffs off the floor. He sat her down and all Max could hear was the sound of clothes being taken off. Then silence. It wasn't the chill of the room that made her breasts perk, she couldn’t possibly be chilled when her body felt on fire. She had always blushed when under the eye of her master but today it was different. The heat crept up her cheeks, down her neck and breasts. It flowed down her core and to the center where the moisture began to pool. This was new, even for him. Max gasped when two thumbs brushed against her budding nipples.

“Ryan?” She breathed, but all she got in return was a ‘shh’ and a finger pressed to her lips. She gave a soft nod and then his mouth was on hers, exploring, soft, sweet and delicate. He was treating her like she was a fragile little flower who's honey would be gently suckled from her very lips. She moaned softly; he hadn't kissed her so tender in years. She felt the cuffs fall from her hands, heard Ryan give the command letting her touch. Max reached for his broad shoulders, smoothed her hands up his neck, curling her fingers in his hair. As always he was well sculpted.

“Master can I take the blindfold off?” Max asked.

“No.” He snapped, and then his mouth began to devour hers but this time it was like she was the strong rose that had to be plucked despite the bite of the thorn. Oh yes, now that was a kiss.

His beard scratched against her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh around her collar, tongue swirled around her naval despite the quiver it caused in her belly. She couldn't anticipate anything he did, it was all different, sporadic, from one extreme to the other. Without warning she was pulled to the edge of her seat, legs spread wide, with a cool breath of air blown against her pussy. She dug her nails into his shoulders, heard him hiss just before he bit her inner thigh. She threw her head back and cried out more in pain than pleasure.

His hands stilled on her knees, and his voice was demanding. “Beg, beg for everything you want or get nothing.” Those were the magic words she was waiting to hear.

“Please don't stop, please!” His grip tightened almost painfully now.

“Beg harder...”

“Lick me, finger me, fuck me! Please!” Blindfold forgotten, she started pulling his face towards her pussy. He gave a soft growl just before his tongue swiped against her folds, plunged deep into her core, gliding over her clit and back again.

“More! More!!” His ever lick, suck, and bite drew a louder gasp, moan and scream from her lips. Her back bowed, shoulders pressed against the back of the chair, ass almost lifting completely off it just to press her pussy harder against his face. It wasn't until the trickle of her cream began to flow into his mouth did he begin using his fingers on her too.

She was literally squirming and begging her hardest for him to stop. By the time she came a second time his voice was strained, “Say it, vixen.” It was taking every ounce of his control not to just fuck her without her begging him.

“Master, please!” She was practically crawling over him now, blindly searching for his cock so she could ride him if he was set on not giving her what she was so adamantly begging for. He stilled her hands but at the same time pulled her down to the floor and pressed her face and breast to the ground. His body hovered over her and his voice was right in her ear as he spoke.

“I said beg, not touch!” There was a hard slap to her ass right before he spread legs wide open. The tip of his uncircumcised cock shoved into her.

“Yes, master!” She cried out and his fingers hooked into her mouth, holding her jaw open as he slammed his cock home inside her dripping wet pussy.

That's when she knew... it wasn't Ryan who was ramming his cock into her like a rabbit now. It was the same length but Ryan was thicker. She was too far gone to her pleasure now to ask questions. Not that she could with his fingers in her mouth. Fingers she was now sucking, licking; fingers that kept her head tilted, back arched, ass up in the air for this mystery man to fuck deeper, harder. Her master must have known she had caught on because Ryans's voice came from across the room though his words weren’t directed at her.

“She's very responsive isn't she?” This time the growl was more of a grunt as the voice behind her answered.

“Yes... and so... easy... to... read...” He said, rotating his hips so that the tip of his cock stroked that magical spot that sent every petal of her flower falling at his very feet.

His hand went from her mouth to her hair and she could only manage one word ‘who?’ But Ryan laughed from across the room, his obvious refusal only made her blush. Max could feel the stir in the air as he moved closer.

“Never mind who, you're not doing your part to put on a show vixen if you’re talking too much.” Her mouth moved towards the sound of his voice as if begging for a kiss. The pad of his thumb brushed against her moist lips as he spoke. “You were always so fucking good at begging me without words... How could I resist one kiss?”

She was pulled up so she wasn't just lying on the floor. Now she was on her hands and knees. There was a dick hammering at her pussy while another invaded her mouth. It wasn’t the type of kiss she had imagined but she couldn't think beyond the pleasure, beyond the confusion. How had she not known this entire time? Fingers dug into skin, pulled her hair, made it virtually impossible for her to move. She had balls slapping against her clit and chin as each fucked her at an equal tempo. The sound of flesh on flesh, of her choking on a cock... it was too much and for the first time in her life, she squirted her orgasm all over the mystery man. He came then too, practically howling his release as he slumped over her. Ryan wasn't too far behind him as he spilled his seed straight down her throat.

‎Ryan cleaned her up and put her back on the bed, all while blindfolded. He never answered her when she asked who it was and when she finally was given her sight back, all she saw was a pair of shoes left near the door as the man left. She whimpered up at him, asking him ‘why’ with her eyes.

He cupped her face, “You gave him something you've never given me before vixen and for that, your punishment...” her heart skipped a beat “You'll have to wait until next time.” Her eyes went wide before the smile spread across her face. “Until that time, you have a pair of dirty shoes to clean.

Morning Bite

His growl trickled from his lips as her hair trailed down his chest. Soft, angel fine locks of gold looked pale in comparison to his dark black skin. Muscles contracted under each pouty kiss, his voice rumbled from his chest like a train on full speed. “Someone's happy to see me.” He flashed a fanged smile just before her crystal blue eyes seared him to his soul. Her own fanged smile could, and had many times, stop a man in his tracks. He saw the determination in those eyes and he knew he was about to be derailed.

Sins heart raced; her body on fire as she kissed her lover awake. Damian was her maker and even in her dreams she lived only for him, “I'm always happy to see you, baby.” Now that he was awake she could do whatever she wanted. “But I think you're just as happy…” She teased as her eyes glanced towards his growing erection. Licking her lips before lowering her mouth to his naval she dipped her tongue in, her tiny fangs scraping gently around his flesh with years of practice. She felt his cock jerk as it grew, slapping against her chin. “Come now baby, was that necessary?” His vampire eyes swirled red, flipping the switch on the control she was trying to maintain as she seduced him.

“You know I hate your teasing.” He said as she bit at his hip.

“No, you hate how easily you respond to it.” That was true, if he let her continue at her pace he would be exploding in seconds.

“Sit up Sin, let me stand while I fuck your face.” 'There it is,' he thought as her eyes swirled red. 'Now we're on the same level.’

Scraping her fangs against his other hip, she pushed from the bed and got to her knees crooking a finger at him. As he stood, 6'4", 285 pounds of sold muscle, her mouth watered. He was her deep, dark pleasure.
“Mine.” she purred as her fingers splayed over his chest and abs. Her 5'10" frame was just tall enough to face the massive erection that now greeted her. Damn Sin for being so perfect. She was his other half too. She had sun kissed, smooth skin. A slender body with plump, firm breasts. Years ago he knew he had to turn her, make her his and he was amazed she still held the warmth of the sun on her skin. Not once did he regret that choice. As her mouth finally reached the tip of his erection he sucked in a breath and held it.

She loved that his hands were tangled in her hair, the feel of his cock in her mouth was one she always craved. It was heavy and silky, just big enough that her fangs scrape the sides of his length as he began to thrust. She twirled her head, the tip of his cock hitting the roof, cheek, tongue, and other cheek of her wet mouth and back around all in one thrust. His groan of satisfaction was coupled with the way he began fucking her face harder, faster. Her tongue flicked wildly, sparking flames of desire over the tip of his cock, down his shaft, up his spine and out of his mouth as he moaned. pre-cum dripped straight down her throat causing her to purr with his cock down her throat.

Damian tried to pull her away before he came but she was a wildcat, there was no stopping her now. He manage to pull his cock free of her mouth long enough to squeeze the tip, pain shoot through his body but it was hardly enough to dampen his erection. And just like that, her hand was covering his. Together they stroked his shaft, her lips wrapped around the head like a vice trying her best to suck the cum from his body.
“Shit, Sin. Yeah! Just like that.” Her crimson eyes sparkled up at him and he knew what she was about to do “Fuck, do it! Don't wait, I'm too close!”

She pulled his hand away and took him to the base, her fingers caressing one nut and then the other as she began to deep throat him. She came off with a popping sound, took the head into her mouth and continued to make his body convulse with the aching need to release. Only when his angry growl forced her to look up again did she take him as deep into her throat as possible and sank her fangs into the base of his cock. She began to pull his sweet, coppery blood into her mouth. He came hard, roaring as he tangled her hair around his fists again. He lost count of how many times his cock twitched with every release, his cum mixed with his blood just as it had that first night with her. That first night as his mate.

The combination set off an orgasm so unbelievable she began rubbing her body against his leg, pulling at his knee so she could straddle him, rubbing her juices all over his thigh as she came too. When she felt him unload for the last time she release his cock, licking the wounds closed. She sucked gently on his sensitive head, the last of his cum beading on her tongue. Damian pulled her hair to tilt her head back, the intoxicating smell of her arousal planting itself into his senses. “I fuckin love it when you seduce me in the mornings, Sin.” She was flushed and needy as she smiled.

“I like waking you this way.” He pulled her up and threw her on the bed, grabbed both her ankles in one hand and swiped along her pussy with the other.

“You’re so wet, baby.” He knew she'd still be tight despite her orgasm. He didn't care though, it was his turn now. Still rock hard, he spanked her pussy a few times with his cock and then slammed into her. There was no pause as he rammed his dick into her tight pussy. He held onto her hips, pulled a hand back to smack her ass and fucked her even harder as the sight of that golden skin turning pink. It only made him want to hear her scream louder.

And she was screaming. Endless, wordless cries of pleasure that she had absolutely no control over. Her pussy sheathed his cock as the milky cream began to spill from her. The wet slipping sounds only turned her on more, drew out the building heat that was burning her alive. And just like that, with another slap to her as she was cumming, the heat exploding over her body a she screamed his name.

His balls slapped furiously against her, the sound muffled only by her cries. He spread her legs wider, leaned over her body and sank his fangs into her breast, drawing her succulent blood into his mouth as he unloaded again. Her pussy squeezed him, milked his cock and as he slowed his thrusts he didn't mind the pain her nails created as they sliced down his back leaving eight welt marks there. He pulled his mouth from her breast with a hiss, blood trickling down the corner of his lip and crushed his mouth to hers so they could taste each other one last time before he pulled out.

The Butterfly

“It's so small...” She giggled as her eyes met Chase's for a brief moment; he shook his head at her.

“Thank god you weren't referring to my dick...” he muttered. The remote was in one hand and the bullet was in the other as she accidentally flipped the switch straight to its highest setting. She squeaked, startled, and dropped the tiny stimulator to the feather comforter. CJ threw her head back and laughed hysterically as it buzzed around in tiny circled between them.

‎            He was trying not to laugh but the longer he tried to capture the runaway bullet, the harder she laughed, making it nearly impossible to contain his own.

“Give me that thing!” He said as he took the remote from her and turned it back off.

“Isn't that supposed to be my line?” She gasped through her bursts of laughter. As much as her laughter was ruining the moment, it wasn't ruining the hard on he had, in fact it was only growing bigger against the rough material of his jeans.

“Did you know that if you hold any vibrator against the tip of your nose and it gets to be too much, that means it's too much for your clit to handle?”

She scrunched her nose at him. “Nuh uh, let me see that!” She put it to the tip of her nose and nodded to him. As he gradually increased the speed he could see her visibly getting squeamish until she pulled it away and started rubbing her nose.

“You almost made it to HIGH.” he grinned wickedly. Chase took the bullet and reached over to the brand new butterfly harness she had picked out, put the device together, gave it back and watched her do a silly little strip tease as she wiggled it up around her waist and thighs

“Aren't you getting undressed big boy?” She said, her voice dropping just soft enough to be seductive and quiet, her lips quirked up like she held all the sexual secrets in the world in that smile. He shook his head and catching her off guard, pulled her down to the bed pinning her beneath his body.

“Nope...” as she began to pout he continued, “Tonight's all about you, baby.” She bit back her smile; eyes sparkled with excitement as he lifted himself up to straddle her thighs.

CJ’s hands slapped against his thighs, nails raking at his jeans, “FUCK!” Her back arched into a delicate curve, mouth open and gasping as the vibrations sent chills over every inch of her body.

“Relax...” she could hear the smile in his voice; he was enjoying it too after all. But relax? Was he kidding? This was the first time she'd ever used a toy and…

“Oh god!!!” it was amazing!

“Ready for more?” Her eyes flew open then.

“That's not the max?!” He laughed and shook his head as he turned the dial just a pinch more.

‎            She gasped again and again, her body trying to wiggle away from device strapped to her. With his free hand he roamed and explored her body, enjoyed watching her first encounter with one of many toys he hoped to introduce to her. His cock was throbbing behind the zipper of his jeans but if he let loose that bad boy without her finishing first he'd never hear the end of it “Chase please!” She had started begging him to turn it up and when he did she cried out, slapping his thigh before digging her nails into him. What she hadn't realized when it was on low was the fact that the butterfly shape allowed her to feel all that magical vibration in three very important places. Clit, along the folds of her wet pussy and the rim of her ass.

He growled, fucking growled as she began to grind against the pink silicone of the butterfly. Her body was flushed rosy pink, sweat beaded along her brow. She no longer clawed at him but at the bed spread. All she could say through the multitude of sensations was a string of swear words he'd never heard that seemingly dirty little mouth utter before.

“Last one...” he warned her as he pushed the dial to the max, the vibrations, her cries, and the rustling of the sheets beneath her sounding off the walls of their tiny apartment.

“OH FUCK, SHIT, HOLY HELL, SON OF A BITCH! CHASE!!!!” CJ screamed out, her body jerking up off the bed. He covered the bullet with his free hand and pressed it even harder against her core. “ASSHOLE!!” She screamed, but it sent her body into a frenzy the likes of which she'd never felt before. She came hard from it and so fast she saw spots from squeezing her eyes shut so tight. It was one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had.

Her body was literally shaking as she begged him to stop, to turn the tiny thing off. She couldn't handle it anymore and with the flick of his thumb, the bullet went dead. One moment it felt like there was a jackhammer in the room with all the noise that small device was making, the next absolute silence. He hovered over her smiling like an idiot as she shivered and tried to catch her breath.

“So... what do you think? What did it feel like?” He asked and she started to chuckle as she panted her response.

“It felt... fucking amazing... tickled, but in the best possible way EVER.” he laughed and leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss as he began to slip the harness off her.

“There's no way I'm not pounding this after seeing that.” Chase slipped two fingers into her and swallowed the moan she gave him with a hard kiss. As she broke free of the kiss, her hips thrust up to meet his hand.

“Pound away baby, pound away...”

Eat My Cum Spaghetti

            Aiden wiped his wet hands on the towel hanging over the oven door handle and went back to mixing his home made sauce for spaghetti. It was his and Tatiana's 4th anniversary and he felt like they were already nose diving into a divorce. As his pale blue eyes looked up through long, blonde lashes he was disappointed but not surprised that she was late for dinner again. He set the burner for simmer, drained the noodles and pulled the garlic bread from the oven.

He was on his second glass of wine when he heard her keys jingle in the door, felt their humble home shake as she kicked the door closed. Her sharp heels clicked back and forth and whatever words she was saying were lost to the ticking of the clock that showed she was 2 hours late. Without saying a word, he stood and brought dinner to the small table for two.

The once tall candle was almost completely burnt out and as she rounded the corner she said, "I thought I told you not to cook. You just waste food and money when you cook? Don't you ever listen to me?" he dropped his head and sighed, his shoulders slumped and looked back up at her, his mouth open to say something when she spoke again. "What the hell is all of this Aiden? We don't need this fancy shit for dinner. Jesus we're trying to save our money so we can move out of this shit hole!"

Maybe it was her attitude, or the way he remembered how carefree and wild she used to be, or the fact that even if she may not see it, he was still madly in love with her. He couldn't tell anymore if she felt the same but in that moment he finally snapped. “

“Do you even know what day it is Tia? Do you ever stop trying to be something your not? Do you even give a fuck about me anymore?!” She tried to look appalled by his accusations.

"Of course I care about you! Why would you..."

He cut her off, “Four years Tia, four years today.” He closed the distance between them, his tall, muscled, frame invaded her space and when she tried to take a step back he grabbed her by the shoulders, resting his forehead to hers. “This was the day you made me the happiest man on earth... and it means nothing to you.” She cupped his face as she shook her head, pulling back to see his face.

"Aiden that's not true. Baby, look at me. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to forget, I've just been so..." again he cut her off.

“Busy. You're always busy Tia.”

She tried to pull him back as he took a step away and when he wouldn't stop; she begged. "Tell me what you want me to do! Please Aiden, I love you! I'll do anything you ask!" Damn her... Damn her for knowing he could never say no to her. He looked at the cold meal and an idea came to him. He couldn't even remember the last time they had sex. His cock began to swell at the thought of having his way with her, even if he didn't last, he needed to touch his wife again

“Anything?” She nodded and he could see her back tense, like she wanted to take it back but she knew she couldn't back down now. The woman was too proud and damn if she didn't owe him something. He didn't wait after seeing her nod. Once more he closed the distance, pressed his hard cock against her belly as he pulled her against his body and growled in her ear, “You'll do everything I say so you never forget this day again.”

A ragged breath escaped her, already her eyelids were growing heavy with lust and before she knew what was happening he had her spun around, her hips pressed against the sturdy little table, her breast pressed firmly against the table top. "Aiden what are...” He spanked her, hard to stop her words. She cried out, hissing from the sting and tried to stand up but he pushed her back down, his palm at the center of her back and smacked her other ass cheek equally hard. "Goddamn it Aiden! That hurts!" he pressed his dick at the swell of her heart shaped ass as he leaned over her.

“Come on now baby, you use to like it when I spanked you for being a bad girl.” Her shiver was immediate and he smirked over her shoulder, biting her neck not so softly and worked his jeans open with one hand, pushing them down to his ankles.

He hiked up her skirt and rubbed her pussy with the pads of his fingers until her thong was soaked with her juices. He waited until she was begging him for more, when he was at the point where HE couldn't take it anymore. He ripped the flimsy material away, heard her gasp and slap at the table when he pressed the head of his cock at her entrance. He fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her head and upper body back up off the table so he could growl in her ear as he pulled the tip of his cock in and out, teasing her tight cunt. “You want my dick in you baby? You'll have to beg harder for it.” And she did beg, pleaded and even offered to do anything for him all over again. “That's my girl...”

As she whispered one more ‘Please’ his cock filled her in one forced motion. He growled loudly at how tight she was and she cried out in turn, “Fuck Tia!” He didn't hold back then, she was already slick and her pussy juice was starting to flow as his massive cock began to slam into her. He reached around to grip her neck, choking her just enough so she could breathe but enough to keep her where he wanted her. His other hand reached down to rub her clit in tight, fast circles. Her little grunts came with each hard, deep thrust and it made his cock twitch almost painfully inside her. He bit the side of her neck again and felt her go completely limp in his arms. He used his grip on her neck to turn her face towards him and plunged his tongue into her mouth. There was a rhythm to the way his cock and tongue invaded her body and the more she moaned into his mouth the harder and faster both muscles worked to turn those moans into screams.

She pulled away from his mouth and pressed her forehead to the table, her knuckles turning white where she held onto the table and screamed her pleasure. He could feel the walls of her needing cunt tighten and expand with her orgasm and he pulled both hands back to bring them down hard against her perfect ass. It stung them both but it made her scream his name, her head thrown back, the curve of her back arched as she continued to cum in one long stream of orgasms. He held her around her waist, choked her again and doubled his speed as he fucked her. His balls tightened and heat began to pool at the base of his cock.

His rhythm faltered and she gasped, "Aiden, we don’t have a condom."

He had forgotten that until just then. With a final grunt he pulled out and reached for the plate that had been next to her face the entire time. He came all over the spaghetti with thick ribbons of his seed, roaring as he jerked the last of it onto the pate. He wiped the tip of his cock on the edge to catch the very last drop and set it down where it had come from. He grabbed her by the waist and sat her down in her chair, kissed her long and hard as he pulled the spaghetti closer to her.

“You said you would do anything...” he couldn't read the look on her face and whatever she was thinking, he didn't care, “So eat my cum spaghetti.” With her cheeks still flush from her fucking, she nodded once. She placed her napkin in her lap; picked up her fork, and as she looked into his eyes, took a bite.