canal adjusting to his length as he clamped down with his lips on her breast.
"I want you, Philip, I need it now," she told him, giving him the go ahead to do what he liked. His cock began to slide out of her wet cunt, leaving behind a feeling of emptiness that lasted for a terrible fraction of a second before he slammed his hips back into her.
He buried his face in her neck, nipping gently at the veins that were running thick with fast moving blood. Her heart raced to keep up with the demand as she scrabbled at the sheets, holding on to anything within reach. The warmth in her core began to intensify, signaling that she was likely to orgasm soon, though the climax itself was just out of reach.
"Flip me over," she gasped, not waiting for him to do all the work, scrambling to turn her hips over the moment he withdrew from her.
As she positioned herself on all fours, exposing herself for his viewing, Angela's arms gave out, trembling too much from the pleasure of the moment. Knowing how it must look to Philip, instead of trying to get back up, she wiggled her hips suggestively, providing him with all the impetus necessary to ram his hard cock home.
Her fears of insecurity on whether he would like the view were quelled for the time being as he wrapped his large hands around her waist, pulling back so that she impaled herself on him. She moaned loudly into the pillow, his raging manhood rubbing completely different parts of her pussy in this position.
The growls and moans intermingled as Philip erupted inside of her. Jets of warm liquid spilled into her canal, sending her sliding off the edge of the cliff into an abyss of pleasure. His hands held her waist tight as she bucked and writhed within his strong grip.
When she calmed down, he rolled onto his side, taking her with him.
"I'm hungry," he muttered unapologetically in her ear a few minutes later.
"Well there's a surprise," she laughed out loud, enjoying the sheer stereotype that he was presenting to her. After a moment of shock, Philip let out a roaring laugh as well, causing Angela to descend into another fit of giggles.
"Let's see if I can't help sate that appetite on you," he teased, pressing his already hard cock back up against her.
"Let us see indeed," she whispered, rolling over on top of him. They fucked twice more that night, leaving her exhausted, satisfied, and likely a little sore in the morning she thought, as sleep finally claimed her.
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Chapter Three
Philip was busy preparing breakfast for the two of them when she woke up. He hadn't realized she was stirring at first, until he noticed her hopping around, shaking one leg, almost as if trying to return feeling to it.
"That does wonderful things to your ass I'll have you know," he growled at her. She started slightly before turning to face him, a slight flush of pink evident in her face. He loved the way she got embarrassed every time he complimented her body.
Her nose sniffed several times as she blinked herself awake. The aroma of fresh pancakes, fruits and the best part of all must finally be percolating through her senses. The little sniffing motion her nose made was extra adorable.
He brought over a plate of food to her, uncaring at how she looked at him. He knew his cock had gone solid the moment he caught a glimpse of her creamy, soft ass. It strained to be freed from the red fabric of his boxers, but he managed to keep his hands off of her a while longer. She needed to eat, and he intended to see to that job properly.
"I could get used to this sight," she commented, a laughing smile on her lips as she took the plate from Philip. It was piled high with pancakes lathered in syrup, fresh cut mangos, strawberries and even some bacon. He could hear her stomach growl as she noted the empty take-out containers littered around the bed.
"Did we really eat all that last night?" she said between mouthfuls of the delicious food.
"Mmm hmmm," he replied, his eyes focused intently on her,