The mild tangy taste of my climax invaded my mouth as Tristan locked me in a kiss that was so full of passion and desire that my mind blanked on me.

I couldn't think clearly, my head was spinning, unable to digest anything else other than the pleasure his presence sent pulsing through my veins.

How he got on top of me I didn't know, it all happened so fast that I couldn't remember. But I was here, completely bare, enshrouded by the heat of his hard body and the masculine scent of his skin.

My hands went to his hair and I pushed my fingers in, tugging. He purred into my mouth. The feral sound made my pussy pulse. I was melting. I wanted him, no, I needed him, I needed him to touch me, to fuck me so hard and so deep that it hurt, I needed him to make me forget everything that had happened this past week.

"Tristan..." I mewled softly. "Please."

"I love seeing you like this," he taunted, burning a wet trail down to the pulse on my neck. "So helpless and desperate for me." He wandered down the crook of my neck, towards my breast, and when he closed his mouth over my right nipple, I arched my back and let out a loud moan.

His tongue circled over my areola. He flicked it, then he sucked it deep into his mouth with a groan.

"Oh, God." I whimpered, involuntarily rolling my hips as I searched for some kind of friction to relieve my ache. "Ah yes."

He moved his mouth to my left nipple, biting down on it hard before soothing the ache with the gentle swirl of his tongue. I rolled my hips a little more deliberately. His sweet slow torture was driving me insane. "Please, Tristan..."

His mouth left my nipple and returned to my lips. He groaned, nipping my bottom lip with his teeth. "It's hard to concentrate when you keep mewling my name like that."

"I want you." I said breathlessly. My body was so aroused for him that I was flush.

"I know." He captured my lips again in another passionate kiss, doing that slow savoring licking with his tongue that drove my body mad wide. Then he pulled back, getting up from the couch. I whimpered at the loss of contact and was just about to protest when he suddenly grabbed my hand and hauled me up to my feet.

I gasped and barely managed to find my breath before he spun me and bent me over the strong arm of the couch.

My body tensed and a shaky breath broke out of my lips when I felt the cold night air sweep against my center. I tried to raise myself but he pressed a hand on my arched back, keeping me still. "Tristan-"

"Shh. Don't move." He urged, his hand on my back trailing down my spine and sending shivers straight to the tip of my toes.

He continued down, going over the indentations on my lower back, heading to my ass, between the crack, to the center. My inner muscles clamped down hard when he slid a finger into my pussy.

Fuck.

I closed my eyes against the intrusive pleasure.

"You got a tattoo?" He asked softly, his finger sliding out just an inch and entering back in.

I opened my eyes and forced my throat to work. "Yes..."

His free hand which wasn't wreaking havoc on my sensitive vagina traced my butterfly tattoo leisurely. "Why?"

"I felt like it..." I told him, moving my hips to the rhythm of his slow thrust.

"I like it." He withdrew his finger. "It suits you." He eased two fingers back in, making me shudder.

My back bowed. I bit my lips. The slick sounds of his fingers moving through my flesh echoed in the room, adding to the tension that knotted in my belly. God, This man had talented hands but I needed him to fuck me with something stronger. "Tristan, please." I begged, circling my hips to his fingers, beckoning him to put me out of my misery.

His little chuckle was both delightful and wicked. "Dirty girl, so needy. You want your pussy stuffed with my cock so bad, don't you?"

The rawness of his words made my insides ripple. "Yes please, fuck me."

"I'll give you what you need, but first, I have some more apologizing to do." His fingers slipped out of me with a pop right that moment and my inner walls clenched from his absence.

Apologizing? What did-

My eyes shot open and my breath hitched in my throat when I felt his breath in my center.

I turned my head immediately, nearly jumping out of my skin at the sight of him on his knees between my parted legs again. Holy shit. "W-what are you doing?"

He looked down and I followed his gaze to bite his belt left on my ass cheeks. "Never again, Sienna." He said, lowering his head to my ass and placing a gentle kiss on one of the belt marks. "I will never hurt you like this again." Another kiss. "I swear it." One more. "I promise."

My entire body tightened, high on alert but I didn't move. Rather, I lowered my head back and held onto the cushion tight, allowing him to pepper soft kisses all over my ass cheeks.

I needed it, I needed him to make me feel cared for. His kisses persisted, going lower and lower until I could feel his hot breath back on my pussy, and my body shivered violently when he licked my opening.

"Tristan..."

"I can't help it." He admitted, licking me again, all the way from my opening to my overstimulated clit.

I bit down on my lip hard and pushed my head inside the cushion to stifle my moan. It felt totally different in this position, I was more exposed, and everything was on display.

"So good." He breathed, spreading me with his hand and sliding his tongue over my ass, down to my opening.

Oh lord. My heart squeezed so tight I was sure it was going to explode.

"You like it don't you?" he said between licks. "Me eating you out like this."

The sin in his voice was so enthralling. Everything about him was. A trembling breath left me. "Y-yes." I sputtered. "Yes, I like it so much."

His response was a tight suck of my pussy lips into his mouth. I arched my back, unable to hold back the loud moans that escaped my mouth. I was falling apart, my knees shook and my whole body trembled from the overloading pleasure.

"Oh, God, Tristan."

"Come for me." He ordered, pushing a finger through my wet lips and burying it deep inside me.

Eyes pinched close, I protested, shaking my head. "I can't... I can't." It was all too good, all too much.

"You can." He curved his finger, making my back bend as he finger fucked my sweet spot while prodding my ass crack with his tongue. God, this was so dirty, so sinful. "Give it to me, you have permission to make a mess on my face."

His words sent rapid waves of electric current sizzling through my vessels. My body tightened. "Oh fuck, I'm going to-" I tried to speak but my mind was too lost in pleasure. With a muffled scream of his name, I came hard for the second time.

"Good girl," I heard him mutter as he slurped up my essence while I quivered, fighting for breath to fill my lungs.

Everything outside the war going on in my gut seemed to not exist. My senses were bombarded with pleasure it had never seen before. I was unaware of everything, not noticing when pulled away, or when he got up, or when he drew down his pants, but the moment I felt his hard veiny cock pushing past my soaked opening, I zapped back into reality.

If there was anything such as an eye popping out of its socket, I was experiencing that now. The burn of the stretch was so tremendous it hurt. He was big, I would never get used to taking his girth, never.

He groaned, withdrawing and plunging his cock into me again. "Fuck, you're tighter than than the last time."

I whimpered, visibly shaking as my pussy struggled to take his girth. "Tristan..."

He placed a hand on my back, lowering me further to the couch so that my hips jutted in the air. "Take it." He slid back carefully so only his tip remained inside my cunt, then he pushed back in again, repeating the motion several more times until my pussy enlarged to accommodate his size. "That's it, baby." He growled, digging his fingers into my flesh. "That's it. Feels so good, so warm, fuck, you're so fucking tight, I love it."

His words made my walls involuntarily clamp down on him even harder. I'd never been this turned on by dirty talks before. He was showing me new parts of myself I didn't know existed.

It took several more thrusts for him to find the perfect rhythm and when he did, he pounded away, unhinged, slapping his fat cock into me, the sound of his skin slapping harshly against mine filling the room.

I screamed from pleasure. My pussy throbbed and clenched from being ripped to pieces. I was sore but too turned on to care.

"You're doing great." He lauded me, battering my sex with the fullness of his cock. "Such a good girl, pulling me in like that, does it feel good? Am I making your pussy feel good?"

I didn't have to think about an answer. "Yes!" I rasped, pushing my ass back to meet his heavy thrusts. "It feels so good, don't stop!"
His cook was swollen, his veins bulging.

"You love the things I do to you, don't you?"

"Fuck yes!"

"That's why you'll keep giving it to me."

"Yes!"

"Anytime I want."

"Yes!"

"This pussy is mine."

Flutters filled my stomach. "It is!"

"You're mine."

"Oh, God yes, please. Go harder!"

"You want it harder? Not fucking you hard enough, huh?" He let my hips go and grabbed my hair, pulling me up with it so I was standing just as he was.

Euphoria sprung from my toes to my head. "Holy shit!" I screamed.

He plunged deeper, hammering, grunting with each slap of his pelvis against mine. "Do you want more?"

I could feel my face turning red from the pleasure that overwhelmed my senses. It was hard to speak, hard to concentrate, hard to breathe. "Yes... fuck me harder."

He cupped both my breasts and pounded harder, his thrusts teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure, burning me inside out, driving me deeper and deeper until I was poised on the edge of my third orgasm, so close to falling.

"I can feel you clenching around me." He taunted, his voice honey to my ears. "Do it, come for me, soak my cock." One of his hands left my breast and quickly found my clit. When he pinched it, my body gave out.

It was my undoing. I came for the third time tonight, so hard I nearly passed out from the shock of it.

"That's it, milk my fucking cock." He urged, pushing me back down and planting his hand on my hip as he fucked me thoroughly through my waves of pleasure. "I'm going to come, baby," his grip on my curve tightened. "Ah fuck." His abdominals clenched tight as his movements fell out of rhythm and turned frenzied. "Fuck, you're utter sweetness Sienna, I can't. I'm coming, fuck, I'm coming."