Crimson Kiss: Descent into Pleasure

Anthony’s hand lingered on Nyla’s hip as he slid her off his face, a slow, deliberate movement designed to savor the lingering heat of their encounter. He gently rolled her onto her back, the soft cotton of the sheets a welcome contrast to the slickness of his arousal. He positioned himself above her, the familiar weight of his body a comforting presence, and nudged her legs open, preparing for another round of intense pleasure. Nyla, still catching her breath, offered a hesitant nod, a silent acknowledgment of his dominance.

He lowered himself upon her, his meaty cock immediately seeking the entrance to her pussy, a deliberate act of invitation. He kissed her deeply, his lips tracing the contours of her mouth, tasting the remnants of their recent passion. He withdrew slightly, his breath warm against her skin, and whispered, “Gotchoass with that one, eh? I know what the fuck I’m doing down there. You’re mine.”

Nyla couldn’t argue. The words were both a challenge and an affirmation, a confirmation of their shared desires. She nodded, her body still trembling slightly, her gaze fixed on his. He leaned closer, his breath reeking of her pussy, a scent that both intoxicated and overwhelmed her. “Now,” he murmured, his lips brushing against hers, “reach down there and put me in.”

With a sigh, Nyla complied, her fingers wrapping around his lengthy shaft, guiding him into her. The familiar sensation of penetration sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, her back arching upward as he descended. He kissed her deeply as he opened her wide, sinking into her depths. Even after countless encounters, the experience still took her breath away, a testament to the sheer intensity of their connection. She was grateful for the gods that had brought them together, a man who always knew how to push her to her limits.

Anthony didn’t waste any time. He reserved pounding her out until later. Right now, he was resolute in his nearly balls-deep stirring of her pussy. He kept his eyes open, watching her face respond to his expertise inside her. Nyla winced, gasped, moaned, and exclaimed with guttural sounds as she was being wrecked. Anthony took pride in his work, but he wanted reassurance even though rubbing her back wall with his cock was eliciting just about all the confirmation he needed.

“Waking me up from my sleep, and you thought this shit was gonna be sweet and easy, eh?” he grunted, his voice thick with pleasure.

Nyla shook her head, barely able to form coherent words. “Uh-huh,” she managed to choke out.

“Yeah, you did. Thought you were just gonna ride out a nut and go right back to sleep, didn’t you? Don’t lie to me.” He pressed harder into her, moving them closer to the foot of the bed now that their position had changed right after he devoured her. “God, yeeesssss…my Looorrrddd!”

“This is what He wants for you. He created me for this, so just receive it,” he said with conviction. Anthony quickened his pace and worked Nyla to the brink of another orgasm. He felt her cunt tighten and milk his cock, but he didn’t stop owning her with his grinding thrusts.

“Yeah, Lord. Your girl thought this was gonna be a quickie. She still don’t know who she married. Let me show her.” He kept working her, but Nyla still hadn’t landed from the orgasm that had just ripped through her moments ago, and this new one was earth-shattering. It was all too much in the best of ways, but she was scooting away from him and was about to go over the end of the bed as her nut took over.

Anthony withdrew from her, exited the bed, and walked around to its foot. He stood there, stroking his cream-coated cock as he watched his beautiful wife return to herself and lock eyes with him. “You know what I want. Don’t look at me stupid. Assume the fuckin’ position, woman.”

Nyla turned and rolled over to face the headboard. Anthony climbed in the bed behind her as she went face-down, ass-up. She thought all was well until…

SMACK!

Anthony slapped her asshard. “The hell is this shit? Get right. Where do those hands belong? Stop being hardheaded. You know better.”

Nyla brought both of her hands back and placed them behind her at the top of her ass. “Good try, but not quite.” She grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, showcasing that exquisite pussy and star that always made Anthony lose himself. Both were slathered in their sex cream, her anus having collected some of the run-off when she was on her back.

“Just gorgeous,” he said as he took his place behind her, scooping some of the cream on his thumb and inserting it into her star. “Sffffuuuuulllllaaaaaattttt,” Nyla’s pussy queefed as Anthony’s cock slowly entered her. All she could do was moan.

“Look who’s talking now,” Anthony chuckled. “Just know these backshots ain’t personal…well, I take that back.” He continued expertly pounding her out, her body writhing with pleasure. The rhythmic thrusts sent waves of sensation through her, each stroke deeper and more intense than the last. Anthony relished in her submission, savoring the look of agony on her face as he pushed her to the brink.

He grabbed both her hands and held them in one of his own, using them as reigns like a man riding a stallion. “You gonna wakemeup and use me to get a nut? You’re gonna earn each orgasm I beat out of you. Now, sound off and tell me you like this shit!”

Nyla couldn’t form sentences or words. She only grunted out the closest thing she could to a pleading “no.” Anthony pressed harder into her, moving them closer to the foot of the bed now that their position had changed right after he devoured her. “Yeah, Lord. Your girl thought this was gonna be a quickie. She still don’t know who she married. Let me show her.”

Anthony quickened his pace and worked Nyla to the brink of another orgasm. He felt her cunt tighten and milk his cock, but he didn’t stop owning her with his grinding thrusts. “Yeah, Lord. Your girl thought this was gonna be a quickie. She still don’t know who she married. Let me show her.”

As Anthony continued his assault, Nyla’s body convulsed with pleasure, her muscles tensing and relaxing with each thrust. The heat intensified, burning through her flesh, leaving her desperate for release. She let out a primal scream, a desperate plea for the pain to end. He relished her agony, drawing power from her suffering.

Anthony pulled out and ripped Nyla’s legs from under her, making her lay flat on the bed. He grabbed a nearby pillow and stuffed it underneath her pelvis before nudging her legs open again. Without delay, he pushed himself all the way in, and Nyla yelped in response. Anthony’s cock was deep inside her, pounding relentlessly against her sensitive tissues. She could feel the blood rushing through her veins, fueling the pleasure that consumed her.

Anthony’s pummeling strokes got faster and more uncontrolled. The surge was coming. His balls drew up, and white-hot heat flew from the base of his balls into his shaft. He was obliterating her cheeks with wreckless abandon and felt his cock begin to spasm. He managed to teeter on the edge of cumming for nearly a minute before streams of his essence shot out his flesh as he continued repeatedly shoving himself into her.

Anthony shuttered and yelled as he released inside his wife for what seemed like minutes on end. Nyla reveled in being filled with his thick cock and warm, rich cum that began overflowing out of her pussy. Anthony’s cock was still bucking inside her, throwing off the last few drops that had to have trailed nothing less than a fountain of semen, evidenced by the mess that was leaking out of her and pooling on the pillow and bed beneath her and husband.

Anthony stayed inside the love of his life, his softening cock nestled precisely where it belonged. He rolled to his side, keeping Nyla in his arms as he kissed her neck and gently rubbed and squeezed her tits. “Reach over there and grab your phone for me,” he commanded in a bass-filled voice through heavy, slow breaths.

Nyla didn’t question him; she obeyed. She handed it to him, but Anthony gave further directions. “Text Angie and tell her you won’t be coming in tomorrow. You’re sick and have an appointment with a specialist,” he said.

They both laughed for a few seconds as Nyla sent the message. They kissed deeply and fell asleep in each other’s arms. All Nyla could think as she drifted off was how thankful she was for a man who would commit himself to her midnight madness.

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