Endeavor and Cinder - Choose Me

Chapter 4

His words wash over me like hurricanes in the deepest parts of the sea. I may drown. I think to myself. He pushes his hands into my shirt, pushing then pulling it over my head, cuffing and massaging my breasts in the process. Without skipping a beat, he rests his hand behind my neck and starts to guide me closer to the headboard, using the other to knock off the decorative pillows. After I come back to my senses, I start to untuck his shirt. I can not lie. I have been dreaming of this moment since the day he kissed me. No man since that fateful day has given me the same start as he did. In the same breath, I never wanted anyone to take his place.

He lays his face against mine but does not kiss me. He inhales my breath, then places his kisses all over my face without looking into my eyes. He is discovering me all over again, when all he needs to do is stake his claim. I hold his shirt high enough just to feel his abs rubbing against my n*****s as he starts to slide down towards the foot of the bed. His tongue wraps around and taunts my breasts, pulling and kneading my n*****s. I instinctively release his shirt, searching for something to hold on tight to, because I am about to float away.

I grip the comforter, above my head, while intently listening to his low groans. “Let me taste your flames?” I set my breasts ablaze and watch him attempt to put the fire out with his tongue. My body sizzles with every lick, making steam rise. My back arches, plunging my breasts into his mouth, begging for him to devour me. Enji! Fire seeps from his palms as he rips his shirt over his head. He continues to kiss my belly, which accumulates bubbles of sweat. Pushing himself out of the bed, I watch his pecs bounce like the mighty Adonis he is. I crave you.

He walks around to the side of the bed, I can tell he’s analyzing every scenario and position he would like to see me in. He pulls his pants and boxers down, exposing his rock hard c**k, then reaches into the bed, dragging my face towards his crotch. Yes. Yes! Yes! Before I reach him, he ignites his sword and I feel myself cumming. So f*****g naughty.

“Is that for me?” I whisper, as drool escapes the side of my already propped opened mouth. He grunts, then positions his flaming pole to enter my throat. As he enters my mouth, he trembles and hisses uncontrollably like the feeling is too much for him to bear. “Damn it, Cindy!” He impatiently pushes himself deep into my throat and smoke billows from my nostrils, making my eyes water. Grabbing my legs, he pulls my feet towards him, kissing and biting at my ankles, while he enjoys the texture of my tongue wrapping around him. His hands maneuver down to my ass, where I feel them getting hotter and hotter as he massages my bottom.

As his moans become louder and his movements become more erratic, he works his fingers in and out of my p***y. Spreading my legs further apart, his throbbing and further expanding p***s, is driving me wild. I start swallowing hard, gulping him down, as I can tell he is about to lose his load. He erotically utters my name as he empties himself into me. I take my last swallow, while he lifts my ass into the air, placing his mouth over my slit. He twirls his tongue through my crevices, lowest valleys, and highest peaks. His arms hug me so tight, that amidst the unadulterated pleasure, I can feel my back breaking. And I am ready to die in that moment, while he devours me whole.

The quake that ruptures through my bones, through my soul causes my legs to shake irrepressibly. I plant my teeth into his inner thigh attempting to channel the excruciating pleasure. He gives my hips several deep kisses before he lays by limp body back on the bed. The grin that he grinned while he finishes pulling his pants down and removing his shoes, guarantees my ride is not over. Propping myself up on my elbows, I watch his tattered muscles and his scars flex and relax. I move myself further back on the large bed and part my legs. I want to beg him not to hold back. To make me feel the pain he felt not being able to be with me, to be by my side. How selfish.

His p***s jumps and twitches, inflating before my very eyes. He isn’t pornstar large, but the girth and power that I know he has to put with it, sends a chill laced with daggers up my spine. He crawls over to me and pushes my legs over, essentially flipping me on to my knees.

“You don’t want to hold me?” I pout. I want him to be as close to me as possible.

“If I hold you, things will end too soon.” He says curtly, while parting my cheeks and pressing his unsheath p***s deep inside of me. We both take extensive breaths then release strained moans.

Our bodies move synchronously. The instant I think, “f**k me harder!” he is grabbing my throat,choking me, giving me harder. Cold saliva oozes from my lips, as I refuse to swallow, disrupting his grip. He pulls me closer to him, reaching around and setting back on his large thighs, sprinkling my back with kiss after kiss. I continue to gyrate against his burning hand as his c**k massages my insides, touching all the right spots, at the perfect times. His hand leaves my throat traveling a path that leads to my mouth. One finger in, then two. I push my tongue between his fingers and he's focusing on pushing himself into the depths of my womb. I close my eyes. He’s found that place that will take me straight to heaven’s gates. I can no longer concentrate on his thick sexy fingers, only the moment he is gifting me.