Mort bucked high in the air. In and out, he thrust at her until
she was weak and on the verge of erupting. Just when she was ready to come, he
stopped. Uri lifted over her body and grabbed his cock. He worked its thickness
through the wet folds of flesh leading to her core. Mort whimpered helplessly
when the slick head prodded at her clit.
He shoved into her canal, and at the same time, he invaded
her mind. See me, baby. See and feel how much I love your body. He filled
her thoughts with the vision of his cock pumping in and out of her channel. He
let her feel what it was like when she tightened around his hardness. Your
pussy feels so good.
She saw her own eyes lit with desire, her body covered with
a sheen of sweat, and she felt what he felt as he moved deep inside her. He
began to rhythmically pump in her with long, hard strokes grinding into her
pelvis. Never had she been so thoroughly loved. Looping his arms under her
knees, he lifted Morta’s butt high each time he lunged inside her. Arching
back, he melded his hips to hers and went so deep his sac bounced at the
crevice of her ass. Mort couldn’t take any more. Her orgasm broke free and swept
from her in a never-ending river of cream.
Uri didn’t stop. He glided faster and harder into her pussy
over and over. He stayed in her mind, making her see it all. Feel everything. I’m
coming, honey. I’m coming.
Cum shot from him in heated spurts. She pushed and ground
her hips against him, drowning in the wet sounds of their sex. More liquid slid
from her body and covered his cock as he continued to come.
Uri, I lo—
Shh, let me make you feel good. The friction of his
thick penis rubbing the sides of her canal felt wonderful. Uri gulped air as he
rode her to the end and until his balls were empty. See, feel what
you do to me? This is mine and I’ll never let you go. Never. He rolled onto
his side and pulled her so close her swollen nipples stabbed at his chest.
Could he be whole without her anymore? The plan Uri had
devised in his mind was dangerous. If it went right, he’d have Mort for as long
as he wanted her. That was starting to feel like forever. If it didn’t work he
wouldn’t have to worry about anything—he’d be dead. The earth rumbled around
them. The sound disturbed Uri but he ignored it.
Heaven wasn’t happy he lay between the Fate’s thighs.
His hands smoothed over her silken skin. He touched every
spot as though it might be the last time. She’d opened to him like a flower and
he wanted her again. Her smell filled his lungs, causing his dick to rise and
nudge against her belly.
“I want you again.”
She laughed, her face snuggled against his neck. “I can
tell.” The heavy sigh following her words bothered him more than the thunder
that rolled through his domain. The broad, wet head of his hard-on had no
conscience, but how could he selfishly force his urge on her when she sounded
so sad?
“What bothers you?”
“You heard it. They will never allow us to be together.” Her
wistful voice ate at him.
“I don’t care what they want. Today, only your happiness
matters.” She jerked from his arms, stood and dressed herself before he budged.
“I need to leave.” The harshness of her words surprised him.
What had he said wrong?
“Stay with me.” She vanished into thin air, leaving a bone-deep
chill. “God damn it, Morta.”
Just today , Uri, is that all you want?
Aww hell, he hadn’t meant it like that.
Mort sensed Samael before she reached her domain. Death left
a trail smelling dawn-fresh. She didn’t need his crap, but there was no
escaping it.
The time had come.
“Hey, babe, how ya doing?” His facade of friendliness didn’t
fool her.
“I know why you’re here and I still don’t have it.”
“Well, that poses a little problem now doesn’t it?”
“Play your games somewhere else, Sam. Uri couldn’t have
gotten to Yael without help. He had an accomplice.” She glared at him.
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