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“Ride me, my sweet mate,” he instructed, and his hands gripped each stinging side of my ass, urging me onward, and I rolled my hips for the first time.
Oh, my fuck.
I wasn’t prepared for the piercing, lightning bolt of sheer rapture that ricocheted through my body, and I ground down on his cock, really starting to ride him. He growled, the sound rolling down the length of my spine like a cool drink of water.
With everything I had in me, I rode him. The thought of his belt loomed at the back of my mind, inciting me to push even harder.
My desire quickly careened out of control. It was a wildfire, spreading through every fiber of my being, fueled by the gentle pressure of his cock inside me and the comforting warmth of his arms around me, all while he held the belt tight around my throat. I could still breath, but the leather strap cut off enough of my air to make the heady feeling of passionate need that much more intense.
My heart raced, pounding against my chest like a frenzied drumbeat, each throb echoing the tumultuous swirl of sensations inside my body. My fingers dug into his shoulders, and my toes curled, and all at once, it became too much for me.
“Come for me, Zazie. I want to watch you shatter all over my cock.”
I came and I came hard.
A whirlwind of blazing hot ecstasy swirled through me, taking me captive and not letting me go no matter how much I writhed. My hips bucked, and Murtagh’s grip tightened on my ass, helping me grind on top of him that much faster. My head shot up straight into the clouds as wave after wave of pleasure throbbed through me. My every nerve fired at once, and I screamed.
Murtagh kissed me, swallowing my screams in an instant, and I moaned, my hips still moving of their own accord.
“That’s it. Such a good girl, coming for me so hard,” he praised, and my body lit up almost as though it had caught flame.
“Murtagh,” I breathed.
“You’re not done, my good girl. You won’t be done until your pussy is full of my seed.”
My eyes opened wide, and his grip on my hips shifted as he moved me back and forth, forcing my pleasure to a head once more. My eyes rolled back in my head, and before I knew what was happening, I was unraveling all over again. My hand slipped between us, and my fingers found my clit, circling lightly, then a little harder, until I was on the precipice of another orgasm, one even more powerful than the first.
“Let me feel that sweet little pussy squeeze my cock,” he demanded, and that was more than enough to shove me over the edge, and I came with a shout. His grip on the belt tightened as I shattered, cutting off my blood flow just enough to make my release that much more intense.
My pussy clamped down on his cock, and he roared, thrusting up into my core like it belonged to him. I screamed, rubbing my clit a little harder and forcing the white-hot bliss to spiral through my every nerve. The blood rushed through my veins in a tumultuous, heady storm, and I lost myself as he came.
“Fuck, Zazie, look what you do to me,” he growled as his cock pulsed inside me, his hot come spurting up into my channel with savage pulses. One stream after another pelted my inner walls, and I came even harder.
My pleasure surged through every vein, a storm that threatened to rattle me senseless, and I drew in a ragged breath. My senses were heightened, attuned to every brush of his skin against mine, every shared breath that mingled in the space between us. It was as if a dormant volcano had awakened within me, erupting with a passion that was both overwhelming and intoxicating. His every touch was like a spark, igniting a blaze that threatened to consume me whole.
I screamed.
When my pleasure finally crested, my heart seemed to stutter, and my breaths came in pants. Murtagh’s arms wrapped around me impossibly tight. His cock still throbbed inside me, echoing in the pulses still racing through my body. Trembling aftershocks took me by surprise, again and again until they began to fade too.
What was left was an utter sense of soaring freedom. I didn’t care about my father anymore, or the weird talking cat, or even the blood-licking sunglasses guy. Instead, the only things that mattered were centered right here in Murtagh’s embrace, right where I was supposed to be.
I melted into his arms as he slowly loosened his hold on the belt. He unbuckled it and slid it free from my throat, letting it fall to the couch cushions beside us.
“That’s my good girl.”
Just as I started to get my breathing under control, the door burst open with an urgency that tore through the shroud of pleasure that had woven all around us. Caspian stood in the doorway, his expression grave, a stark contrast to the passion-filled haze that had enveloped Murtagh and me. I should have been more concerned, but I couldn’t bring myself to be.
“They’re here.”
I didn’t understand his words and looked at him like he had walked out of a picture. I was feeling very detached from reality just then.
“What?” Murtagh said, his whole body going from extremely relaxed to as tense as steel in an instant. He pushed me off him and began to dress. “How?”
“I don’t know. The Shadow showed back up.”
“Put some pants on!” the shadow shouted from somewhere outside the room, and the unsettling, raspy tone made me understand what was going on.
“How is that possible?” I demanded, pushing myself up from the bed and stabbing my feet quickly through my panties.
