Honeymoon Suite

I didn’t have to wait. Instantly I was aware of the heat from the head of his shaft gaining entrance to my asspussy. Without hesitation, he entered my love tunnel steady, slow and deliberate. He started humping me and moaning in a voice thick with lust. I matched his moaning and was almost overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of bliss that spread inside me.
“OOOOH,shit, Lucas, baby. OOOwweee. Fuck fuck fuck.” What could I say there were no words to describe what I was feeling? "Oh baby do it harder, yes yes yes." This kind of sweet unbridle passion had its own language, and no other language made sense. Lucas pounded me harder and harder like I had aske, and I his cock was like a piece of hard stainless steel. I got the sense that it would never go down, (which would have been fine with me) and the slapping sounds that filled the room sped up and intensified the passion that was sparking between us. I felt gloriously feminine, being taken in such a brutal manner. I loved this beautiful sexy man turning into this wild and sensuous beast because of his lust for me. I made him wild and I was so proud of myself. His moaning matched mine as his wild streak ran its course. I was being wonderfully abused and loving every stroke as he spank-fucked my ass with wild beserk passion. His cock filled me up and brought tears to my eyes. At one point I thought I was about to faint, but that was only a sign that I had gone to a higher level. I was aware of that thick, hot meat parting and invading my precious ass and filling me with passion that far exceeded any orgasm I have ever known.
The passion was give-and-take, and I came so hard that I thought something had come apart down there, but I didn’t care. I had thought the recent gang bang a few nights earlier was the greatest, but it paled in comparison to the intimate one-on-one session with Lucas on this night. “Thank you, Lucas, my darling,” I heard my lusty voice cry out. “Thanks for giving me womanhood so masterfully, my darling. I love you Lucas baby. Damn you, I love you.” I heard myself shout those words, but I knew when I said them that it was only because he was making me feel love.