Faceless - Sex Stories

Faceless

... dominantly sexual. I snaked my arms around his neck and teased his lips, kissing him deeply because I knew he needed my affection. Within seconds, his erection was throbbing beneath me, making my temperature rise. He was an amazing kisser, and I loved the fact that those lips were always reserved just for me, nobody else. The only thing I had in common with those women was that we both experienced different parts of him. His gentle, loving, and nurturing nature was expressed only to me. And his wild, rough, sadistic urges were reserved for women who meant absolutely nothing to him. This was the pattern. “I want you,” I breathed against his lips, and instantly, I was flipped on my back, my dark hair sprawled out on the pillow. He moved above me, and my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, as I watched him take off his boxer briefs, slide down my thong, and lower himself in between my thighs. “I fucking love you so much,” Jay whispered, giving me a lengthy kiss before he reached down below and penetrated me. His stamina was unbelievable. He was like a sex-bot. Maybe these traits were all part of his evolution, but I knew better. There was a reason why he was so sexual. Just because I helped him understand its origin, didn’t mean that he could stop it or cure it. I wrapped my legs around his V-shaped waist, and invited him deeper inside. His body felt like heaven, even though he despised it at times. I loved the way he made love to me. It was such a huge contrast between how he ...

... had sex with others. He kept his rhythm slow and gentle, giving me deep, long strokes. I was a delicate flower and he wanted me to blossom for him, always, just for him. After a month of enabling him to indulge in his desires, I thought I would try a little experiment of my own. “Harder,” I gently demanded. Jay looked into my eyes with uncertainty. “Give it to me harder, please,” I communicated in between shallow breaths. He gave me one powerful thrust and I almost exploded with pleasure. But I knew he could be rougher than that. Much rougher. “Faster.” “Maya—” He stopped altogether. “ Please.” I licked his lips, grinding myself on his throbbing shaft. “Baby, you know I can’t—” “Just a little faster, please,” I continued to beg. Jay looked so anxious and worried, staring at me as if I were encouraging him to jump off a cliff. My body moved up and down against the mattress as he began to penetrate me again, starting slow and gradually increasing speed. I loved the way every muscle in his arms and torso tensed up. It was the hottest view ever. He took good care of his body, and I was always appreciative. “Fuck me… fuck me harder… beat my pussy up!” “Maya…” I could have sworn I saw something glow in his eyes. He wasn’t alone in this experience with me. Someone else was very much present. They say that the eyes are the window to the soul. Jay kept that window open for me, and only for me, but even when that gateway was unlocked, it left him vulnerable. I had access to all parts of ...