Page 28 of Corso DeLuca

“You’re strangling my cock, princess,” I pant, my breath choppy and hoarse.

“Bringing you to your knees,” Jessie retorts.

I slap her ass. One, for smarting off, and two, for the pure pleasure of knowing she’ll allow it.

“Ouch, that… that feels good.” Jessie likes my touch. I would go as far to say she craves intimate connection.

“You feel great.” I tunnel into her sex again, slamming my cock into its forever home. “Love bottoming you out.” The man who wants to show her gentle bears the guilt of the beast driving me to plow her so deep she forgets every touch but mine.

“Me too.”

My thighs seize, my sac contracts, and my cock stiffens to the point of an animalistic roar. I settle for an open mouth with my tongue hanging out. The release, when it hits, tears the lining between pain and torture. Pulling air into my lungs is too difficult. I clamp my teeth on the delicate flesh between her shoulder and the pillowy column of her neck, biting to mark her body and soul. Ropes of creamy thick cum shoot from my cockhead, drenching her soaking wet pussy in my scent.

Jessie’s eyelids droop with exhaustion. With what remains of my waning strength, I grab my woman and stumble to the bed. We collapse in a tumble of sheets, careful to protect her shoulder.

I settle her curvy ass into my middle, cocooning her back with my bare chest. Jessie being Jessie, wiggles until her ass is flushed with my pelvis.

“You okay?” I ask, catching my breath.

“What do you think? You about fucked my head into the wall,” she crows, her tone whimsical.

“You’ll need a helmet,” I deadpan.

She snorts. We both laugh.

“You plan to keep manhandling me?”

“Is that a complaint, special agent?”

The calm that’s flowing between us is surreal. An unlikely alliance has been formed, and I almost laugh over how at peace I feel with my princess.

“It’s a negotiation.”

There’s an impression of my teeth on her shoulder; I place a kiss there. “You’ll have all of me that you can handle.”

“Promise?”

As if I have the strength to deny this lovely creature. Jessie challenges me in and out of bed. Filling the void that’s occupied my life and heart for decades. I’ll give her a thousand promises just to see the desire for me lighting her eyes.

“Yes, princess.” My cock stirs.

Jessie lifts her head, regarding me over her shoulder. “You can’t be serious? You are a fucking machine, literally.”

“No,” I chide. “I’m a flesh and blood man, flawed and filled with contradictions, who’s found the woman who holds my attention.”

“Feeling is mutual, Corso.”

“You were made for me, Jessie.”

She angles her head, watching me. My stare never leaves hers.

Gently, I lift her top leg, sliding it back and atop of mine. In this position I have better access to her delectable pussy. With my finger, I part her swollen lips. The evidence of our first mating, Jessie’s cream and my seed, coat her nether region. Satisfaction and pride fill my chest and lengthen my cock.

“Corso?” she says my name with question.

I position the tip of my cock at her entrance. Will she push me away?

No. Jessie tilts her hips.