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“Not yet,” I warned. “Let go. That’s good. I want you to think of your entire body as an extension of yourpussy.”
“I’m your pussy,” she groaned. “And I fucking love being yourpussy.”
“That’s very good, love, because now that you’re all warmed up, now you’re good and readyforme.”
I pulled back, until only the tip of my cock was in her slit and then, gathering the power in my glutes, rammed my cock back in her. She screamed, taken completely bysurprise.
“This is me, fucking you.” I speared her again, drinking the range of her expressions, eyes and mouth gaping as I struck bottom. “This is me fucking you hard. This is what I’ve wanted to do to you since the first time I saw you and every day since.” I thrust again, an express ride to glory. “The question is, Nina. Do you want it? Can youtakeit?”
The look she gave me was crammed with smoldering lust and sweet surrender. There wasn’t a trace of doubt in her eyes. “I can take it,” she rasped. “Give ittome.”
And I did give it to her, because she’d asked and she deserved it. She screamed my name as I thrust in her, full strokes that took possession of her body and trained her pussy to the rigors of being mine. After years fighting the war, I’d found my true homeatlast.
Itwasher.
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Nina
I yelped with each strike of harsh, divine pleasure that Zar hammered into me. Sweat beads perched above my lips and ran in tiny drops between my quavering breasts. Each pure, exquisite blow threatened to undo me. The breath rushed out of me with every stroke, a constant stream of hoarse, rasped Os, meant as help and don’t stop, pleases andthankyou.
My pussy was a hot well of sensations, a factory of physical reactions that overwhelmed my emotions. His dick splashed in me with ferocious determination. His eyes glittered with the force of his passion. My flesh ebbed and flowed with hisstrokes.
Slap, slap, slap. His balls spanked my pussy in a bid to follow his cock into me. He was hitting me so vigorously I should be hurting. But the ache I felt wasn’t pain. It was erotic bliss, the pleading contractions of my greedy pussy, beggingformore.
“Fuck, Nina, you’re the best pussy I’ve ever fucked,” he rasped, pulling on a hitch and releasing my legs, unleashing a rush of pins and needles in the process. “Put your legs in the air, love, yeah, just like that. Ah, fuck, work your pussy like I taught you. Work it.Yes,good.”
Standing between my legs, clutching my ankles and fucking me as no one had ever dared to fuck me, he dazzled my senses. The flames of the stove reflected on his broad chest, highlighted the hard edges of his six pack, and enhanced the gleam of sweat covering his powerful body.Love. My heart soared at the word. Sure, in the context of our temporary timeline, it was only a nickname, but God it felt good to be calledlove. I wanted to climax every time hesaidit.
The way in which he was fucking felt a lot like an act of tough love, ruthless but profound, harsh but totally satisfying. It was as if he wanted to reshape my womb to his form. He was out in a bid to own the rhythm of my heart, to impose his rule on my body, to possess me down to the last molecule of my being. My latest epiphany? I was totally finewiththat.
He slid me down until half my ass was half hanging off the table and, lifting my hips, tilted up my pelvis for a deeper angle. He brought his hand around, brushed his digits along my cleft, and rimmed his middle finger around my tight asshole before slowly pressingitin.
“Now, Nina,” he rasped. “Together.”
I cried out his name at the top of my lungs as the climax rocked my body. That finger. It added sharpness to the madness. He shuddered deep inside of me. The warm flood of his come spilled between my pulsing walls. My pussy was so acutely sensitized to his cock that I squeezed over his every spurt in several more pleasure bursts that left me blind and senseless, stuck in a place where every twitch of his cock ruled my breath. When I came to, all the ropes were gone and Zar leaned over me, bracing his weight on his elbows, heaving, his cock still buried deepinme.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he rasped, eyes beaming with intensity. “Tell me you want more of this,ofme.”
“I’m yours.” I lifted my head from the table to brush my lips against his. “I want more of this,ofyou.”
The kiss he gave me was full of passion but also brimming with affection. He made me feel cherished, safe, protected. I knew we’d served each other with our bodies, opened up parts of us we kept hidden from others, allowed each other a glimpse and a taste of the beasts that ruled the hidden parts of our souls. I felt very powerful sharing my most vulnerable self with him. Giving up control, surrendering my body and mind to him, had freed me to be in the moment. And that was a gift I could’ve never discovered on my own. Tears spilled out ofmyeyes.
“Hush,” he said, kissing my mouth, my eyes, the tears running down my cheeks. “Don’t cry, love.You’reokay.”
I hiccupped. “I’m justhappy.”
His smile lit up his eyes with a brilliant radiance. “So you mean that? You liked it? You really do want tobemine?”
I looked down at myself through a film of tears. A smile bloomed on my face. I was a mess, sweaty and spent. The marks of the rope lingered on my skin and so did Zar’s love bites, glaring randomly in surprising places. My arms felt weird moving of their own accord and Zar was still in me. But I was okay. More than okay. I was fantastic, as if my whole life had led to thismoment.
Bubbles of laughter gathered at the pit of my stomach, fluttered up my throat and pealed from my lips. I wrapped my legs around his waist and crossed my ankles behind his back to draw him even closer to me. The laughter spilled out of me warm and liquid, like Zar’s fresh seed. I traced my fingers over the dark stubble on his jaw and trailed the raised edges of his lips before I surged up and planted a kiss onhislips.
“Yes,” I said. “I want to beyours.”
He ravaged my mouth with his lips and rekindled my desire with his tongue as his cock revived in my pussy. He wiggled his brows. “Shall we keepgoing?”
“More?” I gawked, staring into his eyes. “Are you really capableofit?”
