“Sandman, please,” she pleads, undulating beneath me. “I don’t want… Oh God.”
A guttural sound rumbles from my chest as her dripping pussy spasms around my hard flesh, sending a violent jolt to my aching balls.
“Zilphia,” I rasp, spilling my seed inside her sweet wetness.
I give one last thrust and drop onto my back, my chest heaving. Within seconds, my cock is fully erect again—throbbing, hot, and ready.
“Come sit on it,” I murmur, squeezing just below the sensitive head.
“Leave me alone,” she fumes, lurching to her feet. “You got what you wanted.”
“That was just an appetizer.” I move into a crouched position, my muscles coiled tight with excitement. “I’m going to fuck you until I’m too weak to stand.”
She grabs a plastic jar off the dresser and hurls it at me, a furious scream bursting from her lips. I dodge whatever the hell it is and lunge at her before she’s able to get her hands on something else.
“Let me go!” she shouts, struggling to wrench free from my grasp.
I swipe the remaining products onto the floor and wrestle her onto the wooden surface. She swings her fists at me, fighting like a wild animal.
“Stay still, Zilphia,” I snarl, slamming her back against the mirror so hard the glass shatters where her head hits. “Move again and I will hurt you.”
“I hope you die,” she spits, tears swimming in her brown orbs.
“I will one day, but not today.”
I pull her legs over my arms, staring at the glistening pink treasure between her thighs.Fuck, her pussy is overflowing with my jizz.My mouth waters, my gaze following the sticky white trail to her pretty rimmed hole.
“Beautiful,” I mumble, grasping my cock and gliding the tip from her cum-filled opening to her clit, then back again.
My eyes catch on my reflection in the mirror, and I barely recognize the person staring back at me. Not because of the tangled state of my hair or the bruises marring my face—it’s the raw need burning in my blue gaze. How is it possible that she can make me feel grounded but out of control at the same time?
I align my length at her dripping entrance and drive into her depths. The hot grip of her walls shoots a soul-searing shockwave down my spine, almost sweeping my feet from under me.Fuck yes.
My fingers dig into her waist, holding her tight, as my body plunges into hers over and over again. Her tits, full and round from pregnancy, bounce with every frenzied thrust into her pussy.
“Six weeks without this and I nearly lost my fucking mind,” I slur, dazed with my need for her.
I lift one of her legs over my shoulder and grip the back of her other thigh at the crease, spreading her wider and fucking her deeper.
Zilphia’s face is a mask of passion, her gaze half-lidded, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. A thin sheen of sweat clings to her body, casting a shimmering glow across her velvet skin. Her hair tie is long gone, lost in her frantic struggle to escape me, leaving her silky mane flowing free and wild.She’s a goddess.
I anchor a hand at the top of the mirror and piston into her sopping cunt so hard the dresser collapses to one side with a crack. Sweat runs down my body in rivulets as I push us both to the brink of release.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.She makes me fucking insane.I feel as if I’m about to burst out of my skin, every cell in my body on fire for her.
I stare at where our bodies meet, and it’s a sight to behold. My cock, covered in her creamy nectar, stretches her pretty pink cunt to the brim.
“Your body comes alive for me, Zilphia,” I whisper, my voice strained and foreign to my own ears. “No matter how much you try to deny it. It craves my cock, my lips, and my tongue. It drips forme.”
Pearly-white milk leaks from her pebbled nipples and rolls down the curve of her bouncing breasts, dripping onto her belly.
I want some of that.
I guide her legs around my waist and lift her in my arms. Our gazes collide, and an all-encompassing desperation arcs between us, nearly knocking me on my ass. In that desperation lies pain and hate, lust and passion, need and obsession. We’re bound by all these things.
If there’s a more tragic story in history, I never heard of it. She turned my world upside down and set me on the path that led to Sandman. Still, I wouldn’t change meeting her for anything. Despite the shit I’ve said and done, I can’t imagine my life without her.
I’d rather have never drawn a breath than live a single moment without knowing her. When it comes to this girl, I’m all kinds of fucked up.
I carry her across the room and climb onto the bed, settling on top of her lush curves. She locks her ankles around my lower back, staring up at me with wet eyes, as my hips grind between her supple thighs in circular motions. Not too fast or too slow, just the right pace to prolong the intoxicating delirium pulsing through my veins.
