He princess-carried me to our bed from downstairs.
He hurled me on the bed, and he jumped on me, not leaving me a chance to say anything like an insult or two to tease him.
I have been extremely submissive the whole day. It's, embarrassing, but I somehow like it.
He groped my boner, like holding the car's gear shifter, and shook it around.
He kissed me on my lips, then my jawline, and then my neck.
He went down slowly as he kissed every inch of my body.
He began massaging my thighs and planting kisses at the base of my dick, tracing his fingers lustfully from my inner thighs to my outer thighs, on my asscheeks, and finally sticking a finger inside me.
With his other finger, he continued to softly caress my ass, slowly opening his mouth to encircle my dick's head with his warm, moist lips.
He started to move his head slowly, savoring every time he thrust his head.
I arched my back and let out a huge moan, which came straight from my lungs as he continued to blow me passionately.
I started playing with his hair while he still fingered my insides, and all I could hear between my whimpers was the sound of his hot mouth.
"It's time for you to finally let go, after a whole day of teasing you." He says this after getting up and holding my right leg on his shoulder.
"Ethan, when you cum, don't turn away. I want to look at that pretty face of yours when you climax.
And when you finish, I will lick all the mess you made on yourself and cuddle you to sleep."
These would be the words that I'd remember just seconds before I died.
I couldn't reply to him since I was in a state of euphoria and my brain wasn't really working.
I must have saved the gods in my past life, resulting in having Dylan as my hubby.
"Did your brain cells finally explode in there, Ethan? Talk something"
"Shut up and fuck me, Dylan"
"Gladly"