Secretly Mine

Leslie's words caused my breath to get caught in the back of my throat. I only just realized that my eyes were moist from tears of joy.

If only you knew how much happiness your words bring to me.

Her beautiful hazel eyes stared back at me. There were strands of her long brown hair sprawled out in all directions, casting a halo behind her.

Beautiful. Ethereal. Mine.

Her lips were slightly red and puffy from our desperate kisses. She looked so beautiful that I couldn't pull my gaze away.

Though her breathing was still slightly labored, I felt her relax a little and finally pulled out. She shuddered slightly from my movements. Her body always got more sensitive after her first release, and I was sure the aphrodisiac was only amplifying all of that.

Seeing her react so strongly to me pulling out caused my eyes to darken. Nothing in the world could turn me on more than the look on her face right now. Lips parted, eyes glazed over. Her entire face flushed pink, but her eyes remained glued to mine.

A shiver ran down my spine, causing me to close my eyes and release a breath-like moan. I had just pulled the tip of my cock out from her, grazing a very sensitive spot on my shaft.

"Fuck," I hissed with a sharp inhale. I had just finished unloading every drop of cum I had inside of her, yet somehow my cock remained rock hard.

I leaned back slightly, wanting to view the fruits of my labor. Both of my hands wrapped around her thighs, spreading her legs apart.

Her sexy pink pussy came into view, giving me a clear image of how my cum slowly oozed out of her.

"Oh, fuck. Leslie," I growled hoarsely.

It was like a switch flipped inside my brain. Seeing such a sight was something I'd fantasized about countless nights since I met her. And now, I was seeing it in the flesh.

My cock began to throb from excitement. It made me question which one of us was actually affected by the aphrodisiac. There was such an overwhelming desire to take her, ruin her, dominate her in every way possible.

The cum that was oozing out of her entrance needed to be pushed back in, and I was ready to do just that.

She hadn't fully recovered from her orgasm just now before I shoved my cock back inside of her.

"Ah! Christian," she jumped slightly from my sudden movement.

I wanted to reply, but I couldn't. Not when her pussy was tightening all around my cock, refusing to let go.

"Grab onto the headboard behind you," I ordered. She would need the support for what I was going to do next.

Though her movements were on the slower side, she did as I ordered. I watched closely as her dainty arms shifted up above her head, grabbing hold of the headboard behind her.

She glanced at me with expectation and desire. Just like me, she couldn't get enough. A small smile bloomed on my lips, but my intentions were far from being pure.

I shifted from a sitting to a kneeling position, pulling Leslie's thighs up with me. Leaning over slightly, I finally snapped, letting loose to all of my carnal desires.

Thrust after thrust, I slammed into her with my entire being. She kept her arms firmly placed against the headboard to prevent her from crashing into it.

The whole house shook, at least it felt that way. It was like my brain had turned off, and I was working off instinct alone.

Every small yelp that escaped her lips fueled me to go even faster. I buried myself deeper and deeper until I was ready to cum again. And when I did, I made sure that every last drop of it landed as deep inside her womb as possible.

Again. And again. Like a man possessed, I continued to thrust myself into her until I came, filling her up each time.

The view of my cum flowing out of her continued to reignite the need for me to keep going.

This time, I lifted her up off the bed, carrying her in my arms while my cock was lodged inside her. I carried her out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and into the living room. The entire time, my lips were pressed against hers, drinking her essence.

Her taste was my new favorite drug. And I was addicted. My tongue swirled around hers before exploring deeper into her mouth. She responded to each of my movements. My favorite was the way her lips parted ever so slightly each time I walked down a step in the staircase.

The slight force from taking a step down caused my tip to lightly press against her womb, and she felt it.

Her sweet little moans were the most beautiful sounds, and I wanted to hear more.

By the time we made it down the staircase, she was already close to another orgasm. I could tell by the way her body tensed right before.

She dug her nails into my back. "Ah! Christian. I'm going to cum!" she sang sweetly into my right ear.

Her breath tickled the inside of my ear. I was close to cumming again. Close to filling her up. My grip on her thighs tightened. Her orgasm caused her to tighten around me so much that I had to pause my movements else my legs would give out from the sheer pleasure.

"God, Leslie. You're squeezing me so much," I said hoarsely.

She didn't reply because she was trying to hold on to her own consciousness. Her moans gradually became louder as I began to feel the pulsing and tightening around my shaft.

Her lips parted to release another moan, and I took the opportunity to lean in and kiss her, swallowing the moan whole. I ran my tongue along her bottom lip before biting it slightly. It was sweet, like honey.

Just as the apex of the orgasm took place, she froze, her nails nearly ripping the skin off my back.

"Good girl," I whispered, looking at her closed eyes.