Mia's plea tore through me and funneled blood straight to my cock.

I’d been hard before, now I was sure I could break rocks with my dick.

Having her all spread open and offering herself to me, was a fucking miracle. I never thought I'd see her like this again. Yet here she was, begging me to fuck her with every breathless whimper. Despite her vow that she wouldn’t be able to love me, I held out hope she’d come around. Sex without emotion paled when compared to putting your full self into it. When I was with Mia, it transcended every thing I’d ever experienced.

I could only hope it was the same for her, despite the lies she told herself. I’d told her that I didn't want just beneath the sheets with her. I wanted a clean slate, a future with her at my side. I’d held onto that. And now?

Now, this was so much more than just sex. She had finally agreed to try a relationship with me. After five years, we were going to be out and in public.

While our first date, prior to Licia’s texts, hadn’t been a disaster, the afterhours were best forgotten. I would make our abbreviated outing up to her, even though the reason it ended hadn’t been my fault. There was a tiny kernel of guilt rummaging around in my bed that I was going to bed her before wining and dining her.

But who was I to deny what my woman wanted?

And make no mistake, Mia was mine now.

She wiggled beneath me, hot and needing. Her palms smoothed along my shoulders, her nails digging into the dips between the muscles, and threatened to claw me. She seated them at my nape and dragged her fingers up the back of my head. Chills leaped down my spine.

I was so fucking hard for her. I'd had a year of everyone but Mia, and now that she was back in my bed, and on my arm, and willing to let me love her, I was going to savor her.

"Just what are you begging for, angel?” I pressed close, inhaling the succulent aroma of my Mia in heat.

Her eyes narrowed in mock anger. Her cheeks flushed a rosy hue. "You know exactly what I want. I want you to fuck me. I want you to ram that thick hard cock so deeply into me I can taste you."

Mia spoke dirty, enunciating each word as if she were fucking me with her vulgarity, and caused my cock to jerk against the boundaries of my jeans.

I rolled up onto my knees. She bit her lip, her eyes roaming all over me like hands. I flipped open the tab on my jeans. My dick pulsed against the zipper and forced it down. "Is this what you want?"

I spread the lapels of my jeans open, and let them hang loose on my hips. She sucked in a sharp breath, running her gaze down the wiry happy trail which led down into the short nest of hair that disappeared out of view. Her eyes glittered with fire. For a moment, I was just a piece of meat, and I exulted in the sensation.

I was her man candy. The one getting her off with a casual Chippendale tease.

"Take off your shirt," Mia whispered. She was using her sex kitten voice, the one that would make sure I would do anything she asked. Mia enjoyed pressing the buttons on my aggression. Though I liked to have the upper hand, she had a way of pinning me down and getting exactly what she wanted. The boys at Xstasy, a club I frequented, called it domming from the bottom.

I dragged my shirt up and off and tossed it behind me. She whimpered as her eyes feasted on the broad wall of my chest. I wasn't tatted, but Mia didn't seem to mind my lack of body adornments.

I ran my hand down the front of my chest and slipped my palm into the front of my jeans.

"What are you doing?" She asked breathlessly.

I fisted my cock and gave it a quick jerk, hiding my dick from view. I flashed her a dimpled smile. "What does it look like I'm doing."

"It looks like you're playing with what I own," Mia hiked herself onto her elbows. Her hair spread out around her in an midnight pool.

"Oh? You own this?" I groaned as my hand rolled around the knob of my dick.

"I've always owned it. You know that.”

"Yes.” I squeezed the base of my shaft, and pumped all the way to the tip, gathering the pre-come welling there. “But you've been neglecting your ownership. Maybe you should come apologize for it."

Mia whimpered. "Stop teasing."

"If you want it, come and get it."

I was riling her up, forcing her to try and take what she wanted. She sat upright in bed, her wonderful breasts bouncing. My mouth watered, wanting to lick all over those pink little nipples of hers.

She had to be a mind reader, because fuck if she didn’t know what I was thinking. She palmed each tit and squeezed them together, creating a deep chasm between. "If I come there, you wouldn’t be able to fuck these."

Damn. I had one weakness, other than Mia. And that was tit fucking her. I crawled up the bed until I was hovering above her body. She arched her back, offering that silky valley to me. She worked up a mouth of saliva, spat it down the front of her chest, and then rubbed her tits together until they were slippery.

"You're not playing fair."

"Who said I had to play fair?”

Damn, she was right.

I slipped my dick against the bottom hole she’d lubed up for me with her spit. The first droplet of pre-come whetted her flesh. Her nipples peeked out between her fingers. I groaned as I fucked between her tits. Rocking back and forth, I finally settled into that smooth chasm. It wasn’t as good as fucking her snug little pussy or even getting a blowjob, but the vision of all that voluptuousness surrounding my dick got me harder than anything. She dropped her chin so that she could stare down the head of my cock which poked out from the top of her bouncing breasts.

She licked her lips, and I knew exactly what she had planned.

"Missing the taste of me in your mouth, angel?"

She whimpered. "There's never been anyone like you, Regi. You make me wild. Even after all this time, I hate to stroke your ego and tell you that you were right all those years ago, but you were."

I hated when she talked about the other men. But it was something that we had to deal with between us. There have been a lot of girls for me, and she had her own experiences. But, it was just us again. And we each brought new tricks and new found urges back into our bed.

Mia enjoyed showing me one of her new tricks. She stretched out her tongue, and fluttered the pink tip against my slit, lapping up the wetness that drooled free. I shuddered as my balls pulled tight against the underside of my shaft. It was almost too much, and I didn't want to come too soon and end our first night together in over a year. "You must be hungry. You’re gazing at my cock like I look at cake.”

"Maybe I want you on my skin, feel all your hot jizz splatter on my face. Would you like giving me a facial?”

Shit. I grunted as I slammed harder against her chest. I fucked her cleavage deeply so that the head prodded against her chin. She held my eyes and flashed me a naughty smile. The slinky little minx enjoyed twisting me around her little finger.

Her mouth wrapped around the tip of my dick, and she gave it a lush, hard suck. I pulled free, abandoning the tight vice of her tits.

"I think you need to be fucking punished for that."

She pulled up to her knees on the bed, the mattress shaking and jiggling beneath us. Her hands were on my sides, raking her nails down until she had her hands against my ass.

"What, are you going to pull me over your knee and spank me?"

The audacious minx, she didn’t believe I would do it. She slid my jeans down, exposing the full-length of my monster-sized cock. I wasn't small, and I enjoyed how she whimpered when she caught sight of my cock again. I had been Mia's first and gave her a taste for big dick. I’d turned her into a little bit of a size queen.

"Maybe I should, maybe I should deny you this big prick you are eye-fucking."

Her bottom lip stuck out. "You wouldn't dare."

I moved quickly. One moment she was kneeling before me, the next second I had my hand in the curly mess of her hair. I pivoted her body around until she was face first in the pillows. Her juicy ass hiked in the air. The thin wedge of her panties bisected her ass, turning the bikinis into an almost thong. Half of each cheek was revealed to me. She growled into the pillows and struggled beneath me, but I wasn't about to let her free.

I hauled back and slapped my palm against one smooth globe. The resounding crack satisfied the urge inside me to dominate her. She squealed in surprise, bucking like a bull trying to dislodge me. I grinned as her flesh reddened, the dark tan turning coppery as the blood flushed beneath the skin. I pulled back on her hair, wrapping it around my knuckles.

"You dared me, will you be good now?"

"I was being good."

"Doesn't sound like you've learned your lesson," I chided with a tsk.

I pushed her cheek down into the pillows, and keeping my hand in her hair, sent another ringing slap across the other cheek. She bucked beneath me writhing as the pain burst through her. I knew my Mia. She loved a little bit of roughness with her sex. She'd been my partner for quite a few firsts. Everything from anal and tit fucking and to facials. I had wanted to explore more of my hedonistic tastes of exhibition and voyeurism with her, that would have required us going out together in public.

Now that we were an item, I could take her to my favorite club. I couldn’t wait to introduce her to Xstasy.

I spanked her for five minutes, listening to her mewl, beg, and plead with me to stop. It wasn't until her thighs spread, and I saw that slippery wetness darkening her black panties, that I knew I had to have her now, or I'd fucking die.

She hated when I tore her panties, but I would repay her. That little scrap of silk and lace got ripped off like some sort of tissue paper. She whimpered as I finally exposed her pretty little pussy.

She’d been experimenting in bimonthly visits to the Brazilian waxer, back when we were younger and fucking. We’d had the talk about natural, trimmed, or bare. I liked a bare pussy, because I could see every inch of pink and nothing stopped that juicy drip of arousal once it reached the lips.

She’d kept up her routine. Though she obviously hadn’t been planning to fuck me this soon. Mia looked like she was about due to visit her waxer. A sparse smattering of dark hair shadowed her tawny skin. But it was that pink between, her lips all swollen and puffy, that interested me. I stroked my finger down between the cleft of her lips and connected with her clit.

She squealed beneath me, her whole body shuddering at the pleasure I gave her. I knew how close she was and manipulated my fingers in time with the spasms shaking her body. She already teetered on the cusp from a quick spanking. I rolled my finger around that swollen nub, watching as her cunt glistened and clenched at emptiness.

"Please, I need you,” she whimpered.

I pushed my jeans down the rest of the way and grabbed a condom from the pocket. I held the packet between my teeth, keeping it close as I rubbed my cock against her slit. She groaned as she felt the bare head tease her sensitive hole.

"Is this what you want? Do you want me to slam fuck all this dick into you? Can you handle it, angel? It’s been so long since I’ve had to shape this pussy to my cock. I bet you’re all tight again, because no man fucks you like I do." I rolled her up in my filthy words as I listened to her cunt suck on the tip of my cock. I’d never fucked anyone bareback, not even Mia when we were younger, but I wanted to change that. I longed to feel her white-hot and raw cinched around my cock.

"Shit, Regi,” she whined. “Yes, I need all of you inside me, please."

I opened the condom and tossed the wrapper. Sheathing my dick in latex, I swabbed her pussy with one long stroke from asshole to clit and back up again. Her inner lips tensed around the head, and tried pulling me in.

She tightened around me and rocked back as if she were going to force her cunt around my dick.

I spanked her again. “Are you trying to rush me?”

I was being mean and knew it. I wanted her to remember who owned her body. I slipped my fingers out of her hair, and wrote my nails all the way down her body, autographing her thickly-curved figure with my control. Then I grabbed each hip as if they were handlebars, held her still, and prepared her for the way I’d take her.

I circled my hips, opening her tight little box.

Then, I gave her everything she’d missed. I fucked all the way in. Every rigid inch slammed through her sweltering pink pussy, deep and molten until my balls ricocheted off her ass.

She screamed a guttural cry of pleasure as her hips bucked back and concealed the fusion of our bodies. Her wetness dribbled down my balls, telling me how much she enjoyed what I did to her. I arched my back, and pushed my hips tightly into her pillowy ass.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Shit, I love how your pussy hugs my dick. Squeeze me baby, just like that. Show me what you’ve missed.”

I pulled out of her slowly, watching her tight walls suck and attempt to pull me back inside. Her body didn't want to be denied, and I only managed to extract myself halfway before I rammed back in. She smothered her screams into the pillow, and I knew how much she enjoyed herself by the muttered way she squealed her pleasure into the sheets. There were a few creative swear words tossed inside that had my dick swelling even further in her tight core.

Her back bowed into a severe arch as I worked her beneath me. I alternated between the hard, fast pumps that made her scream the loudest, and the slow, taunting strokes that had sweat gathering on her spine and made her crazed.

Finally, though, I showed her mercy. My fingers slipped around the wide flare of her hip and dipped between her thighs. I went straight for her engorged clit. Mia moaned a low cry as I picked up the speed, cramming my cock into her, stroking the top of my shaft over that sweet spot inside her pussy, and circled her clit.

She went off with a half-scream, her body tensing beneath me while her pussy contracted so sharply I grunted. Fuck, her cunt could emasculate a man if they weren’t ready for it.

Her orgasm unlocked mine, and I shuddered through the heavenly sensations which boomed through my body. I jerked against her twice more, making sure the whole of my dick was buried inside of her before my balls took their respite.

I leaned over her, sweat dripped off my hair and forehead, leaving watermarks on her shoulders as I tried to gather the energy to move.

“Damn succubus,” I murmured.

Slowly I pulled from her, stripping the condom, and tied it off. Then I crashed onto the bed beside her. She’d barely moved, enjoying her post-coital bliss. Wrapping an arm around her, I pulled her close.

Mia stiffened for a moment. Was she going to revert to her anti-cuddling stance? After all of what we’d talked about and shared?

Finally, she relaxed and succumbed to my embrace.