by Nevea Lane
“Look at me Marise.” Kasen barked, making her eyes snap back open. She didn’t know if she could watch as Kasen’s head dipped between her thighs but Kasen’s stare commanded her 69 | P a g e
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attention. She kept her eyes open as she felt his tongue touch her swollen clit gently at first, and the he did it. His mouth clamped down around her clit and his tongue swirled and danced over her clit. Marise bucked harder, but she couldn’t scream, all she could do was pant.
Kasen watched Marise go over the edge and thought it was beautiful. He kept feasting on her pussy, watching her orgasm blossom and take over. Kasen finally let go of her wrists only to shove his free digits into Marise’s warm waiting wet cunt. He moved his fingers in and out, in rhythm to his questing tongue. His mouth and fingers sent Marise over the edge.
“Fuck, Kas, Kas, damn.” Marise chanted as another orgasm ripped through her.
Kasen removed his fingers from her hole, knowing she was finally ready for him. After licking his fingers clean, and giving her a chance to catch her breath, Kasen left the room briefly.
When he returned he was shirtless and pants-less.
Pulling Marise off the floor, Kasen held the beautiful creature in front of him. He slid her skirt down to the floor.
“Step.” His gruff voice brooked no argument from Marise. She watched in the mirror as Kasen’s hands slid the blouse from shoulders. She was naked, and exposed. Her eyes met Kasen’s in the mirror and she never felt so adored. He ran his warm hands over her thighs, over her small thatch of hair before prying open her pussy lips and holding them open. Kasen dipped his head, nipping at her shoulder.
“Watch what I’m doing Marise.” Kasen breathed in her ear as he positioned himself behind her. With a slight bend of the knees, Kasen had lined his raging cock up to Marise’s quivering opening.
Marise could hardly contain her anticipation, but Kasen took it slow. Little by little he fed her dripping hole with his thick cock, stretching her more and more.
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When Marise thought she couldn’t take the torture anymore, Kasen lifted her leg and plunged his cock home. Marise’s back arched into Kasen, but he held them both up as he began to pump his hard length slowly in and out of her.
“Watch Marise,” Kasen growled through clinched teeth. Marise tried to focus her hazy vision on the mirror. When she did, she gasped at the sight in front of her. Kasen, with his strong body, was holding her up, slowly pumping his cock in and out of her. It was a beautiful sight and Marise felt her pussy quiver again with another pending orgasm.
As if sensing her impending explosion. Kasen picked Marise up and carried her into the kitchen. Settling her on the center island, he only paused a moment before filling her to the hilt.
“Oh my!” Marise breathed as Kasen began to pound into her tight walls with a sense of purpose. It felt as though he was trying to brand her.
“Mine!” Kasen growled as he picked up the pace, filling her cream coated wall with all of himself. Kasen captured her lips in fierce kiss and increased the pace. “Come with me Marise, don’t hold back.”
Marise found it difficult to catch her breath, her orgasm bordering on the line of pain and pleasure.
Kasen would not be deterred. He placed his hand in between them and cut her swollen clit in a vise of his index and middle finger. Kasen’s vigorous rubbing was all Marise needed to go over the edge.
“Kas! I’m, I’m…” Marise couldn’t finish her sentence. The lights began to explode behind her eyes and Marise felt her body go tense.
“That’s it baby, come with me,” Kasen cried before his body went tense. He pulled Marise’s body close to his as they both rode out their orgasms in each other’s embrace.
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Kasen didn’t know how long he remained that way, but when he felt himself go limp and began to slide out of her, he pulled away only long enough to take the condom off and throw it in the trash.
He pulled Marise into his arms and they walked into his bathroom in silence.
Getting a warm towel, Kasen held it to Marise’s throbbing pussy. He knew he’d been rough with her, but he’d lost it.
“I’m sorry.” Kasen murmured, unable to look her in the eyes as he held the cloth.
Marise put her hands on his back, as if she was trying to soothe a little boy.
“For what? I wanted that as much as you did.” Marise said, keeping her voice even, although her throat felt raw.
“I should’ve known better, I should’ve…” Kasen was getting agitated now. He felt like he took advantage of her. Marise put her index on his full kiss-swollen lips.
“Kas, you didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to do. We both wanted this. Perhaps we both needed this.”
“Marise, this, is more than want. I need this, I need you. I haven’t been the same since you walked in that door two years ago. You have been on my mind; you have been in my heart the whole time. I need more Marise, can you give that to me?” Kasen’s hissed words shocked her.
What was she to say to say to that? She stared at him wide eyed, and then a slow smile crept to her face.
“I can give you that, if you can give me something in return.” Marise said, slowly, hoping she could gauge his answer.
“Anything, anything Marise, just stay with me.” Kasen said as he held her close to him, smelling her hair.
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“Your love. Do you think you can you love me?” Marise said, her words sounding garbled from the bend of his shoulder. Kasen chuckled and picked her up. Marise wrapped her legs around him and he carried her to the bed.
“Marise, I have loved you from the moment you walked into my life. There’s no stopping me now.”
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