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Dorran thrusts his hard length into me again, his movement unrelenting. He then fists my hair in a grip that makes my eyes water, but makes me want him twice as much. He grunts and twists his hips, and our thighs slap against each other’s as he buries himself deeper inside me still. His piercing hits me in just the right spot, making me moan out loud. My body trembles in the anticipation of an orgasm, and my toes curl against the soft mattress, tangling it between them.
The smell of our combined sweat hits my nostrils, and when I look up at the man who is fucking me in a way that’s both painful and pleasurable, I can’t help but give him a smirk I know will pique his curiosity.
“My, my, Little Swan,” he says in that slightly husky, hypnotizing voice of his. “You seem a little too content, don’t you?” The early-morning light hits his side profile, making his blue eyes glimmer unnaturally.
I place a hand over his damp chest and push my hips upward, meeting his thrust with one of my own. “You wouldn’t want me any other way, would you?”
He chuckles darkly, then tilts his head – an action that is second nature to a predator like him.
“I want you,period. Now, and until the day I fucking die,” he tells me, then grips my hair tighter before pulling back my head and bringing my face closer to his.
“Then fuck me harder, Dorran, because this ain’t your best round yet.”
He laughs. “Such a mouth on you.” He presses a harsh kiss on my lips, making me arch against him. “God, I can’t wait to fuck it with my cock later.”
My pussy clenches around him at that promise, to which he hisses, and I smile.
Dorran brings his right hand up and wraps it around my throat. He squeezes it – gently at first – but then he increases the pressure, and starts pounding into me so hard that my body jerks upward every time he pushes himself inside me.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he whispers, then squeezes my throat tighter. “There you go; look at how well those pupils flare for me.”
My mouth is dry now, and my vision is hazy. And I fucking love it; I love how he suffocates me.
My lips part, and Dorran spits on my tongue, then kisses me bruisingly as he continues to fuck me.
“Choke for me, Cignette,” he commands as he rotates his hips and pushes inside me to the base. “Let me feel your pulse stutter under my thumb.”
I gasp, and he in turn loses his hold on my throat a little.
“Breathe,” he orders, then grins as he slows his thrusts.
I exhale, then gasp a second time when he once again puts pressure on my windpipe.
“Hold it,” he says.
I do, and feel my eyes start to burn.
“Good girl,” he all but purrs, then kisses me again.
A strained sound leaves me as I kiss him back, and his taste, paired with the warmth of his body over mine, triggers my orgasm. Dorran senses it, and lets go of my throat, letting me scream his name as my body trembles while I cum.
“Ah,shit,” he hisses, then pumps into me once, twice, before a groan rips out of him as he, too, joins me, releasing himself inside me.
I can feel the heat of his cum as it drips down to my ass, so I clench myself around him again, and he lets go of a grunt as he thrusts into me one more time.
“You really are a menace, aren’t you?” he says, then pulls out of me and pushes my legs open further. With a smirk that turns me molten, he brings his right hand between my legs and runs his fingers up and down my sensitive sex, making me whimper.
“Look at the mess we made,” he muses.
“You like the mess we make,” I state. “You always do.”
“Oh, I do.” He circles my clit once, then brings his hand up before putting his index and middle fingers into his mouth.
I watch, completely mesmerized, as his long lashes brush against the high arches of his face when his eyelids flutter, and his cheeks hollow out as he sucks on his fingers.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
