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back.”
I do and he spreads my legs wide, lifting them to rest on his shoulders. He moves back to slide the head of himself into me and looks at me, his eyes dark.
“Say it,” he commands.
“Take what’s yours. I am yours.”
“Mine,” he groans, and then he plunges into me with force I could never have imagined. He holds my feet on his shoulders and pushes hard, deep, with everything he has, repeating the word, “mine.”
“Yours. My cunt is yours,” I say.
He fucks me. It’s hard and rough, and as I start to come, he freezes and growls, “did I tell you you could come yet?”
“No.”
“Stop.”
I do, somehow controlling it, somehow slowing my breathing, as he fucks me harder and rougher. I feel like my pussy has been stretched as far as it can go, but he keeps thrusting. He makes noises like an animal, grunting as he clutches my ankles and uses them to lift my ass to him. He goes so deep that all I can feel is his cock.
“Fuck, baby, I am so lucky. Why am I lucky?”
“Because I am all yours.”
“That’s right. And now, you can come. I want you to scream my name so loud that everyone knows what you are, that everyone knows who owns you, that everyone knows that this cunt it mine.”
At the word, I let go, and the orgasm that has been building since last night is like a dam collapsing. I tighten and feel his cock throbbing through the entirety of my pussy. I can’t take it and I just let this insane bliss take me, into a world of absolute pleasure. I lose reality, and all there is is Zane, and his movements on top of me, and inside of me. He kisses me everywhere, and whispers my name.
“You are so beautiful when you come,” he says.
I feel beautiful. I feel powerful. I don’t know how or why, because what brought me here is beyond crazy, but I don’t feel like a young college girl in Zane’s arms. I feel like a woman, a goddess. I have all the control, and although he plays these games with me, I realize that I own him just as much. He loves me.
“I love you, Zane,” I whisper, as the last tremors of orgasm take me away into semi consciousness, and he brings his mouth down on mine. He doesn’t say it back, but I know. I can feel it in his lips, his tongue, the muscles in his back, and in his thrusting. He. Loves. Me.
HIM
…
She rides her orgasm to completion, and I know it surpasses not only the time before, but also all that she imagined it could be. My own has been building and once I feel her fall limp, her body useless after the absolute pleasure she just experienced, I let her legs go and she pushes her thighs tight, guiding me to my own.
Love . I told myself it was a fantasy. This is lust. There is nothing else. I don’t love. There’s no love left in me. But as I look at her eyes, glazed over from coming, and see her lips turn up into a satisfied smile, it’s for sure. I am a fool. I love her. I will die to protect her. I just might die to protect her, actually.
The knowledge of it does something else to me. It brings my orgasm to heights I have never experienced. With Bella, she was my first, and I didn’t know sex. Not like this. But since Bella, sex has been carnal, lust, no connection. Now, as I stare into Nichole’s eyes, it’s clear. We belong to one another.
The orgasm takes over and thought fades. It is just our bodies, giving and taking, and Nichole takes me to places I thought I would take her. I sit up and push deeper, feeling myself reach the end of her, and she tightens. She holds me inside, and it is a rush, both physically and emotionally. I’m sated after I fill her with the warm cum, but it’s not just my body.
“Baby,” I moan, and fall against her, still inside of her. I want to remain inside of her until I’m ready for more.
The night is perfect. She is perfect. Everything is perfect. Until someone kicks in the bedroom door.
…
I don’t
I do and he spreads my legs wide, lifting them to rest on his shoulders. He moves back to slide the head of himself into me and looks at me, his eyes dark.
“Say it,” he commands.
“Take what’s yours. I am yours.”
“Mine,” he groans, and then he plunges into me with force I could never have imagined. He holds my feet on his shoulders and pushes hard, deep, with everything he has, repeating the word, “mine.”
“Yours. My cunt is yours,” I say.
He fucks me. It’s hard and rough, and as I start to come, he freezes and growls, “did I tell you you could come yet?”
“No.”
“Stop.”
I do, somehow controlling it, somehow slowing my breathing, as he fucks me harder and rougher. I feel like my pussy has been stretched as far as it can go, but he keeps thrusting. He makes noises like an animal, grunting as he clutches my ankles and uses them to lift my ass to him. He goes so deep that all I can feel is his cock.
“Fuck, baby, I am so lucky. Why am I lucky?”
“Because I am all yours.”
“That’s right. And now, you can come. I want you to scream my name so loud that everyone knows what you are, that everyone knows who owns you, that everyone knows that this cunt it mine.”
At the word, I let go, and the orgasm that has been building since last night is like a dam collapsing. I tighten and feel his cock throbbing through the entirety of my pussy. I can’t take it and I just let this insane bliss take me, into a world of absolute pleasure. I lose reality, and all there is is Zane, and his movements on top of me, and inside of me. He kisses me everywhere, and whispers my name.
“You are so beautiful when you come,” he says.
I feel beautiful. I feel powerful. I don’t know how or why, because what brought me here is beyond crazy, but I don’t feel like a young college girl in Zane’s arms. I feel like a woman, a goddess. I have all the control, and although he plays these games with me, I realize that I own him just as much. He loves me.
“I love you, Zane,” I whisper, as the last tremors of orgasm take me away into semi consciousness, and he brings his mouth down on mine. He doesn’t say it back, but I know. I can feel it in his lips, his tongue, the muscles in his back, and in his thrusting. He. Loves. Me.
HIM
…
She rides her orgasm to completion, and I know it surpasses not only the time before, but also all that she imagined it could be. My own has been building and once I feel her fall limp, her body useless after the absolute pleasure she just experienced, I let her legs go and she pushes her thighs tight, guiding me to my own.
Love . I told myself it was a fantasy. This is lust. There is nothing else. I don’t love. There’s no love left in me. But as I look at her eyes, glazed over from coming, and see her lips turn up into a satisfied smile, it’s for sure. I am a fool. I love her. I will die to protect her. I just might die to protect her, actually.
The knowledge of it does something else to me. It brings my orgasm to heights I have never experienced. With Bella, she was my first, and I didn’t know sex. Not like this. But since Bella, sex has been carnal, lust, no connection. Now, as I stare into Nichole’s eyes, it’s clear. We belong to one another.
The orgasm takes over and thought fades. It is just our bodies, giving and taking, and Nichole takes me to places I thought I would take her. I sit up and push deeper, feeling myself reach the end of her, and she tightens. She holds me inside, and it is a rush, both physically and emotionally. I’m sated after I fill her with the warm cum, but it’s not just my body.
“Baby,” I moan, and fall against her, still inside of her. I want to remain inside of her until I’m ready for more.
The night is perfect. She is perfect. Everything is perfect. Until someone kicks in the bedroom door.
…
I don’t
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