Page 104 of Sinful Lord

“You already are.”

Wrapping his muscular arms around the back of my neck, Tytus digs his face into the mattress, covering me from head to toe with his body. Then he uses his knees to push my trembling legs together until my ankles click.

All the while, he keeps thrusting. His cock slides in and out of my slick pussy, even as my thighs touch. The feeling is so intense I start to heave.

His thrusts quicken. His body rumbles.

I explode.

“Tytus!” I scream, holding onto him for dear life.

But he doesn’t stop pounding the tiny gap between my closed thighs. In fact, his careful thrusts only become wilder.

My orgasm grows with it. The pressure in my core splinters, filling my squirming body with carnal-lined shrapnel. It feels like I’m being pushed apart from the inside out. And that feeling only gets more intense as Tytus holds me tighter and tighter.

“I’m going to cum,” he roars.

I’m blinded by greed. Emptied by lust.

“Finish inside of me!” I beg, hardly in control.

That seems to snap Tytus out of his primal rhythm. His arms unwrap and he pushes himself off my body just in time to rip his cock out from my pussy.

I barely have time to blink away the stars and the black spots before I feel his hot creamy cum burst over my heaving stomach.

“Fuck,” Tytus growls. “Holy fuck.”

His stream is nearly endless. My body twitches as I’m covered like a living canvas.

When he’s finally empty, Tytus collapses on top of me, then rolls to the side. The mattress sinks under his massive weight and I’m pulled towards him.

He takes me in his arm.

For a blissful moment, we just pant next to each other, our hearts so close that I swear they start to beat in rhythm.

“That’s it,” Tytus finally says, breaking the satisfied silence.

“What’s it?”

Taking my wrist, Tytus places my hand on his burning chest.

“You’re mine now, angel,” he says, turning his neck so I can see the determination in his silver-blue eyes. “Forever.”

21

Tytus

Her blood is thick and sticky.

It’s the blood of a virgin—well, it was the blood of a virgin.

I changed that.

“Does it hurt, little dove?” I ask, tracing my fingers up the inside of her thigh.

“I… I think so,” Melina whispers, filled with uncertainty.

“But the satisfaction outweighs the pain, doesn’t it?”