“On your knees, Addie. Get on your knees and give me that mouth.”

My body feels alive with his harshly ordered words. Maybe I’m stupid, maybe I’m a million different other things to give into Black after everything between us.

I don’t know.

All I know is that I want him… I want this.

I close the small distance between us, sliding down on my knees in front of him. He’s beautiful like this. A man in control, holding power, his cock standing at attention, demanding more. My gaze stays on his face, on those expressive blue eyes as I curl my hand around his hardened shaft. He’s so big and thick. My fingers meet, but not easily. I want to feel him inside of me, but I want this even more. As much as Black says he’s been dreaming of it… so have I.

He’s supposed to be the one in power here, the one demanding and in complete control, but as I flatten my tongue out and press against his balls, letting my hand carefully stroke his cock slowly… I feel powerful. Especially when his head falls back with a groan that is a mixture of satisfaction and need.

“Addie,” he growls, as my tongue moves up and I lick my way up his shaft, following a hungry, pulsating vein that’s throbbing in his cock. “Fuck, baby,” he hisses, as our eyes meet. I curl my tongue against the head of his cock and now I groan as some of his pre-cum hits the tip of my tongue and I taste him for the first time.

Salty… Earthy… Man. My man. I’m determined to mark Black somehow, make it so he can’t ever forget how good we are together. I need that, because I know in my heart I’ll never be able to forget him… but then…. I knew that from the beginning.

“You taste good,” I whisper and then I suck the head of his cock in my mouth, all while twisting my hand and giving him a half stroke, causing more pre-cum to trickle out.

“Jesus,” he moans. “Stop toying with me, Addie. Take all of me in that mouth. Make my cock nice and wet so I can fuck you hard,” he orders, his voice so hungry and dark my pussy spasms and I feel wetness against the insides of my thighs.

I’m getting as hungry as he is.

I pull his cock closer as I slide my mouth down his cock, sucking him inside. He fills my mouth completely, stretching me to make room for him. There’s no way I’ll be able to suck all of him.

He’s just too big.

I use my hand at the base of his cock as a stopping place and I slide his cock in half-way and then slide back off. I do it a few times to get used to his length and girth.

“That’s it baby,” he growls. “Take my cock,” he says and this time his voice is commanding.

I can feel his thigh push against my bare breasts, teasing my nipples. I’m so wet and needy that I’m pretty sure one touch from Black could send me over the edge. I started this to make him come, but I’m starting to think I can come just from sucking him off.

His hand wraps in my hair, pulling it tight and taking control. Maybe I should hate it but I’m trembling with hunger.

With him in control I take more of him. He hits the back of my throat and I fight to keep my gag reflex in check. A small sound escapes though and Black instantly begins pulling me off of him, knowing I hit my limit.

I brace myself on his leg with my free hand, letting him use me… and loving every minute of it. He slides me up and down his cock, and I suck him as hard as I can, letting my tongue paint his shaft, drinking in his essence as I go.

It feels as if he’s getting harder. I don’t know how that’s possible—but it does seem like it. I know he can’t be far off from coming and I want it. I want him to fill my mouth.

“That’s it. You got my cock so wet, Princess,” he praises and before I realize what he’s doing he lifts me off his cock. I slide back, sitting on the floor, looking up at him in confusion. I bite my lips, desperate for the taste of him again.

“Why,” I whine, so far gone, and desperate for him.

He stands up, his cock so wet and hard it looks dangerous. He leans down and picks me up, carrying me to the cot in the room. I lay back on it, horizontally. My feet still on the ground, legs spread apart in invitation.

“I can’t come in that sweet mouth this time, Addie. I’ve got to get inside you. I’m so fucking tired of waiting. You’re mine and before we’re done here, you’re going to know it.”

“Please,” I whimper, beyond trying to be cautious. The chance for that ended the minute clothes started flying off.

“I’m going to make you feel it. Every time you fucking walk, Princess. I want you to miss having me between your legs,” he says, his voice hoarse.

He pulls my legs up to his hips and drags my body beyond the edge of the cot, so my ass is hanging off of it. My hands flail out to grab hold of the mattress to keep from falling. I don’t need to worry because Black is holding me.

He’s in complete control.

I feel his fingers, slide past the swollen lips of my pussy and my eyes close in thanks. If he just hits my clit, I know I will explode. He doesn’t give me that, however. His fingers glide through my wetness, teasing my entrance, instead.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, Addie. You’re about ready to come just from sucking me off, aren’t you Princess?”

“I would come,” I huff. “If you’d quit torturing me.”

He takes his fingers out of my pussy and my eyes open and I whimper, frustrated so much I could scream.

“Look at me, Addie,” he barks and I do. What I see, nearly steals my breath. He’s holding his fingers up—fingers slick with my juices. His gaze is locked on me as he licks them clean.

“Black…”

“Tastes like … mine,” he murmurs… and those words seem to have the power to mark my soul.

Then, so quickly it makes my head spin, he pulls back and I feel his cock at my entrance. The next second, he’s pushing into me. I cry out as he tunnels inside, stretching me… owning me.

“Fuck… you’re so tight, even now,” he growls. I buck against him and he brings a hand down and smacks the top of my pussy. I shudder, my pussy clenching against his cock.

I wrap my legs tight around him, as he moves his hands to my ass, squeezing it and pulling me in deeper. He fucks me hard and I know he’s about to come. I’m right there with him. I just need…

“Play with your tits, Addie. Pinch those nipples and pull on them. I want to watch you while I fill you with come,” he orders.

Our gazes lock and I do exactly as he tells me. Our bodies work together, and in this moment it feels like we’ve merged together—so in sync are our movements.

“Black,” I whisper because this feels bigger… bigger than just sex…

Bigger than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life.

“Watch me, Addie. Watch me as I come inside of you, sweetheart. Watch me.”

I watch the minute his orgasm takes over. I see it all right there on his face and through it all we never break eye contact. And his climax triggers my own.

We come together and it feels…more.

More than I could ever describe.

It feels like… love.