“I hope you fucking do. Now, you are too low for me, darling.”
“What do you expect me to do? It’s not my fault you are a giant!” I bite my lip, and for the first time, I pray to any god that’s up there that she stays fiery like this forever.
“Bend your elbows and spread your palms across the table. Now,” I watch her follow my instructions diligently, “let’s put your core strength to the test.”
I grab her buttocks in my hands, right below her waist, and I lift her to my hard dick.
“Wrap your legs around my waist, close your feet behind my back.” I give Lana these instructions because I feel like she needs them. She needs someone to corrupt her.
In a delicious twist of events, Lana accomplishes this acrobatic stance like a pro.
Now, how did we get here?
Because her ass is perked up and my mouth is watering because of it, I don’t ponder on that last thought too long.
I.
Need.
To.
Take.
Her.
Hard.
My fingers are digging into her flesh as I start thrusting into her, in and out. My body is on fucking fire, and I feel like the room is closing in, trapping us in this little cocoon of absolute pleasure.
“Holy fucking shit!” Lana screams as she tries to steady herself on the table.
“There is nothing holy here, only me.” I lean forward and grab her below her waist. “And I want you to start screaming.”
“Fuck!” I move my hand that was steadying her down to her pussy, and I pinch her.
“Is that all you fucking got?”
“M, please!”
“Please, what? Give me your words, Lana!” I start rubbing circles and thrusting harder. The blood that splattered onto me is mixing with my sweat and falling onto her beautiful fucking ass. Our bodies are slick, and the temperature in the room has turned up by a hundred fucking degrees.
I don’t think about anything; I only want to fuck this woman.
I’m thrusting in and out of her like a madman. My moves are punishing, and with this position, I go in fucking deep. I’m hitting all the walls of her cunt. My hands are holding on to her entire being for dear life, and I feel myself transforming.
This is fucking it.
“M! M! M!”
“That’s it, you fucking dirty woman. I’myourM.”
The air between us turns slick with heat and sounds from her wet pussy and my grunts. The kind of sounds that leave no space for any coherent thought, only the thud of ravenous motions andbreath. Lana is moaning hard, and I wish that I could record her fucking noises so I could listen to them all day.
“Your pussy is fucking mine!” I move upward. I need to feel all of her. Her juices are coating my cock, making a fucking sloppy mess out of me, out of us.
“Only yours!” There. It. Fucking. Is. This woman has given herself to me. I push three fingers in her, which makes me bend over her and smear my own, correction,herblood now on my chest. I catch a whiff of her pheromones, and I want to die with my cock buried in her. Her natural sweet scent is replaced by carnage.
Her sweat from her scorching body is mixed with adrenaline—salt, heat, and that darker part of her that is coming out.
