a new frenzy. I silently screamed, helpless as the blaze made me wetter, hotter, and tighter, a spring preparing to jump into the heavens.
When the spasms began, they seized up hard, only letting go when my muscles were rattled to breaking.
“Take it! Come beautiful for me again, Jessie. Don't you fucking stop.”
Oh...shit! Is this my body responding to his touch or his words?
Orgasm surged, impossibly hot, longer and harder than any sane climax should've been. I never knew how many breathless minutes I spent pinned beneath him, the sharp creak of the bed beneath us growling in my ears.
This explosion re-aligned my body, making me his submissive at the basest level. His powerful muscles lurched against mine as he drove himself on, faster and deeper, throwing me into divine ecstasy.
Here, the stars had grown so bright, overpowering everything. A hot white void gnawed at every inch of me; white, purifying fire rending the old Jessica Casey apart.
When I opened my eyes and saw his rigid face, I knew I was different. My Master, my Keeper was slick with sweat, still throwing himself into me with everything he had.
My eyes flew open. That decadent agony below my waist started all over again as my overworked clit slammed into his flesh each time he sank deep.
“Use me, Sir. Use me for all your pleasure...”
What are you saying? This isn't like you, Jessie! He's going to come inside you without even wearing a condom.
Another thrust of his swollen shaft swept away all reason. He rocked me harder, burying my resistance, fusing his hips to mine so hard my breasts flopped like ripe fruits.
Deep in the pleasure storm building in my loins, I waited. Waited for him to rupture, spilling his beautiful seed inside me, however risky and insane it seemed.
Safe sex? Sane sex?
No such thing with him.
This man took what he wanted.
If Sir wanted to throw me into an awestruck coma, making me come until I passed out? He would.
If he wanted to bust, hurling his seed into soft fertile spaces? He would.
If he wanted to own me until the end of my days? Oh yeah – he would.
He'd never, ever let me come to any harm. And the shamelessly addictive feel of him inside me, bare and up close, only sealed the deal.
His strokes became shallower, harder, tenser. The granite muscles beneath my ankles pressed back against my pressure, turning to pure steel beneath my feet.
Then the jagged, manly mountain above me split open.
Garrett lurched forward and punched into me. His head rubbed just beneath my cervix, ballooned, and erupted.
Come spilled inside me.
Huge torrents poured from his cock, a thick white lava heaving its way up to my womb. Above me, his face constricted into a primal mask, muscles contorting around his eyes and jaw as his body found the same bliss he'd given me.
I found a whole new layer of crazy, clawing fucking. And pleasure came with it – pleasure so rough, fast, and relentless it drowned me.
He's coming! Hard and hot and so deep!
His seed flowed on, a strong flood settling in my depths, real fire in every sense of the word. His magma would've burned if I weren't ready to take it, but my body was ready and waiting.
A whole new orgasm seized my flesh. It held me down, slamming me into the mattress again and again, working through my Sir above to reach my deepest, most vulnerable places.
Garrett and I grunted, rocked, and screamed together.
I was one with the inked gentleman and the merciless Dom for one glorious minute. I held on for dear life, a vessel for his come, my greedy cunt sucking at the fiery, potent ocean he'd released inside me.
A shaky groan brought me back to life. I watched Garrett's tattoos rippling as his orgasm slowed. He was undergoing the same tremors emanating throughout my body.
He slowly drew himself out of me, shifted over my limp thighs, and collapsed. But not without pulling me on top of him, guiding my hot cheek to the pillow of his breast.
“Welcome to womanhood, Jessie.” He
When the spasms began, they seized up hard, only letting go when my muscles were rattled to breaking.
“Take it! Come beautiful for me again, Jessie. Don't you fucking stop.”
Oh...shit! Is this my body responding to his touch or his words?
Orgasm surged, impossibly hot, longer and harder than any sane climax should've been. I never knew how many breathless minutes I spent pinned beneath him, the sharp creak of the bed beneath us growling in my ears.
This explosion re-aligned my body, making me his submissive at the basest level. His powerful muscles lurched against mine as he drove himself on, faster and deeper, throwing me into divine ecstasy.
Here, the stars had grown so bright, overpowering everything. A hot white void gnawed at every inch of me; white, purifying fire rending the old Jessica Casey apart.
When I opened my eyes and saw his rigid face, I knew I was different. My Master, my Keeper was slick with sweat, still throwing himself into me with everything he had.
My eyes flew open. That decadent agony below my waist started all over again as my overworked clit slammed into his flesh each time he sank deep.
“Use me, Sir. Use me for all your pleasure...”
What are you saying? This isn't like you, Jessie! He's going to come inside you without even wearing a condom.
Another thrust of his swollen shaft swept away all reason. He rocked me harder, burying my resistance, fusing his hips to mine so hard my breasts flopped like ripe fruits.
Deep in the pleasure storm building in my loins, I waited. Waited for him to rupture, spilling his beautiful seed inside me, however risky and insane it seemed.
Safe sex? Sane sex?
No such thing with him.
This man took what he wanted.
If Sir wanted to throw me into an awestruck coma, making me come until I passed out? He would.
If he wanted to bust, hurling his seed into soft fertile spaces? He would.
If he wanted to own me until the end of my days? Oh yeah – he would.
He'd never, ever let me come to any harm. And the shamelessly addictive feel of him inside me, bare and up close, only sealed the deal.
His strokes became shallower, harder, tenser. The granite muscles beneath my ankles pressed back against my pressure, turning to pure steel beneath my feet.
Then the jagged, manly mountain above me split open.
Garrett lurched forward and punched into me. His head rubbed just beneath my cervix, ballooned, and erupted.
Come spilled inside me.
Huge torrents poured from his cock, a thick white lava heaving its way up to my womb. Above me, his face constricted into a primal mask, muscles contorting around his eyes and jaw as his body found the same bliss he'd given me.
I found a whole new layer of crazy, clawing fucking. And pleasure came with it – pleasure so rough, fast, and relentless it drowned me.
He's coming! Hard and hot and so deep!
His seed flowed on, a strong flood settling in my depths, real fire in every sense of the word. His magma would've burned if I weren't ready to take it, but my body was ready and waiting.
A whole new orgasm seized my flesh. It held me down, slamming me into the mattress again and again, working through my Sir above to reach my deepest, most vulnerable places.
Garrett and I grunted, rocked, and screamed together.
I was one with the inked gentleman and the merciless Dom for one glorious minute. I held on for dear life, a vessel for his come, my greedy cunt sucking at the fiery, potent ocean he'd released inside me.
A shaky groan brought me back to life. I watched Garrett's tattoos rippling as his orgasm slowed. He was undergoing the same tremors emanating throughout my body.
He slowly drew himself out of me, shifted over my limp thighs, and collapsed. But not without pulling me on top of him, guiding my hot cheek to the pillow of his breast.
“Welcome to womanhood, Jessie.” He
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