EroticReverie

Tatum

I think of my entire life. How every single moment has lead me to where I am right now. Sitting ontop of Kash’s handsome face, with his mouth devouring my pussy, his tongue licking , his mouth sucking and growling against me. 

I think of my ex, his son. How maybe I’m a bad person for falling in love with his father. Even if he was a cheater too. Even if I hadn’t done this for any kind of revenge, I still felt guilty at times. But Kash is everything and more. The only man who has ever “tamed” me. The only man who has ever satisfied every single part of me. The only man who makes me murderous at the thought of him being with someone else. The only man who without a doubt , has me, all of me, a hundred fucking percent. 

“Fuck, I love you” I whimper as I ride his face. His hands on my waist as he pulls me even harder down on his mouth and my head goes back as my hips buck and roll. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot baby” I whine and he groans into my pussy. 

“You make me so fucking wet baby, all the fucking time, I’m so wet for you , every fucking second of the day” I pant as I keep greedily grinding my cunt on his mouth and tongue. 

“I love belonging to you, you own me Kash, you’ve owned me since the night you paid me to dance on your lap like a fucking slut for my boyfriends fathers cock” I moan and he growls into me. 

“Yeah, you stole this pussy, didn’t you baby? Stole this fucking cunt from him, from everyone, made me yours” I moan and Kash groan and pushes me from his mouth. 

“Fuck me” he growls. “Fuck that cock Tatum” 

I’m sliding back down into it. My hands on his chest as I bounce. Riding him hard and fast. Our eyes locked on each other. 

“Keep running that fucking mouth” he grunts and I grin slightly. 

Kash loves to be reminded of that night. How wet id been dancing for him. Even though I thought he was a fucking asshole. He loves me reminding him of how I wanted to hate him so fucking much, but my pussy had other plans. 

“I got so wet dancing for your Kash” I moan as my pussy clenches his cock and I ride him a little slower. I focus more on what I say than what I do. Because I know my words have just as much power as my pussy when it comes to Kash. Especially when talking about those first two nights in the club. 

“You had your girl so fucking wet for this big cock…had me rubbing my horny little stripper pussy on your lap….cumming in my panties….needing you inside of me…” I moan and he grips my hips hard and I roll them , his eyes falling over me, my chest down to where his hands are, to my pussy , slowly riding his dick. He thrusts into me and groans. 

“Yeah, fuck that pussy Kash, fuck your whore deep in her pussy” 

“My god” he groans. “Fuck, don’t stop” 

I smirk and bite my lip and moan as he keeps thrusting. It’s slow but it’s hard, it’s deep and it’s perfect. 

“I loved showing you my body, putting my tits in your face, mmm , you love these tits, don’t you baby?” I moan as I lean forward and his head lifts and he bites my breast and I hiss. 

“They’re so fucking perfect” he growls and bites the other. “You’ve got the hottest fucking tits , Tate” 

“Yeah? You liked me showing them off on stage, didn’t you? You liked seeing me show my pretty tits for money” 

“Fuck. I did.  so much” he groans. 

“You liked making my pinch my nipples for you while i danced in your lap…and I liked how hard it made you…I liked feeling how much your cock wanted me…I liked showing my boyfriends father what a little slut I could be for him” I moan and he groans. 

“Nobody has ever made me feel as sexy as you make me feel Kash” I moan and ride him harder again. Faster. My tits bouncing and his mouth sucking and nipping at them as they bounce in his face. 

“You own me Kash, nobody has ever owned me the way you do” I pant and he groans and thrusts into me. Making me cry out and then collapse as he pulls me down and holds me to him. His one arm around my upper back. The other around my lower with his hand cupping one of my ass cheeks as he fucks me. 

“You own this pussy” I moan. 

“You own it baby” I whimper as he keeps grunting and fucking me and then turns over with me underneath him. Our mouth crashing together as my legs hook around the backs of his thighs and my hands grabs his ass and I pull him deeper, bucking my hips as his mouth falls from mine to my neck and kisses me and groans against my skin as we fuck one another. 

“You own me, I’m yours Kash, I don’t want to ever belong to anyone else but you, never…I can’t live without you” I moan and he groans loudly against my skin. 

“I want to be your wife Kash” I nearly cry. Because he still hadn’t asked me. I knew that’s probably what this trip was for. But he still hasn’t asked and my insecurities were eating me alive each hour that passed without him getting on one knee. 

“I want to be your wife” I repeat and he grunts and fucks me even harder and I scream as my back arches.

“Ask me” I cry. “I want to marry you” “please” I nearly actually cry. Kash slows and pants and kisses my cheeks and then my mouth. 

“Tate, shhh, stop that” he whispers as a tear slips from my eyes and he lifts his mouth and kisses near the little wet streak on the side of my face. 

“I want t-to be your wife, so fucking bad” I cry. 

I see his soft smile and his hand gently grabs my chin and his fingers dig slightly into my cheeks.

“So impatient” he smiles softly. 

“I love you” I whimper snd he smiles wider and kisses me gently. 

“I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything Tatum, of course I’m going to make you my wife, you think I wouldn’t want to marry you? You think I’d let you go much longer without my fucking ring on your finger? I’ve been dying to make you my fucking wife baby” he groans and kisses me as I whimper on his mouth. 

“You haven’t asked me” I say and he smiles. 

“I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment. A moment that matches how fucking amazing you are” he says and kisses me again. “But that moment will never come will it? Because nothing in the world will ever compare to you…there will never be a moment that even comes close to being enough…” he says. 

“Now works” I say. And he laughs and his breath fans over my lips. 

“God, I fucking love you” he groans and thrusts into me again. Again. Slowly. His eyes on mine. 

“I’m going to love you forever Tatum…if you let me….will you marry me?” He asks softly. 

I grab his face and kiss him hard on his mouth and he thrusts deeper. And deeper. Harder. Our mouths panting. 

“Answer me Tatum” he growls. 

“Yes!” I cry against his mouth. “Yes, yes” I repeat as I keep kissing him and he groans. “Yes, yes” I keep saying and he moans on my lips and makes love to me rougher, harder, fucking me and I feel him cumming inside of me. My walls pulsing around his cock as I cum right along with him.