27- Messed Up

He picked up the pace, f*cking her harder than before. Storm couldn't take her eyes off his c*ck. It was erotic and possessive, and there were no other words for him to describe what claiming Aira meant to him. She is his favorite woman. Only she has the power to bring him to his knees.

"That felt good, Storm," she said. "Harder, storm, please harder."

"Come for me, honey. I need you to come for me."

She stroked her clit and he felt it wrap around his c*ck the moment she began to cum. Her ass grew stronger than any fist, and he couldn't hold back his growls, pouring his cum into her ass as he fucked inside her harder than ever. The pleasure made him dizzy, and when it was all over, they collapsed on the bed together, spooning each other.

Storm was still deep inside her, and at that moment he didn't want to be anywhere else. He held Aira's buttocks, kissed her neck, and put his other hand under her neck.

"Amazing," she said. "I want more honey, this is amazing."

He kissed her neck