When the kiss ends, her eyes appear glazed over, her cheeks flush with desire, wearing my handprints. She looks like she bathed in my violence and came out transformed as the queen of bloody hearts.
“You silly man. I’ve felt it from the start. The darkness never scared me; it only drew me in. The violence I sensed made me feel protected. I called you a wizard in my head. You put a spell on me as I can’t think straight when it comes to you.”
Even if she locks me out afterward, I am too far gone. Need her too much to stop.
With jerky moves, we remove our clothes and step into the shower.
Water sprays down on us, baptizing our reunion, and I lift her, backing her into the shower glass. Burying my face in her neck, I say, “Put me in,mo run. I’ve missed my home.”
A shiver rocks her, and with shaky hands she grips the base of my cock, pointing at her entrance.
“Kiss me,” I command, and the moment our lips touch, I rock my hips, thrusting inside of her in one go, bottoming out.
The half moan, half cry she feeds me has me growling. Nothing compares to being inside of her—the sweetest pussy with magical power, spinning a web around my cock and turning me into a desperate man, craving the feel of her.
“So good… so big…”
“Fuuuck,” I groan, nibbling along her neck and sucking on her pointed nipples. Alternating between twirling and wrapping my mouth around the hardened peaks, and with my cock buried deep inside of her, she unravels so beautifully for me. “Tell me how it feels for you?”
“You’re filling me to the point I can’t breathe. Don’t stop,” she moans, falling into bliss.
A warm feeling spreads inside my chest. It’s more than her embracing pleasure, but her trusting me to catch her.
The carnality of the act and the emotional bond lead me to thrust myself so deeply inside her, nothing can separate us.
“I can’t stop,mo run. Don’t you get it? I am a beggar, praying at your feet for you to take mercy on me.”
She cups my cheeks, her angelic face flushed, a picture of surrender. Her eyes shine like glittering emeralds as I gaze at my personal treasure.
“Come,” I rasp, slamming my mouth on hers to catch the ultimate moan.
That’s all it takes for her to constrict around me, flooding my cock with her release, bathing me in euphoria while she strangles me to the point of madness. So potent. So good.
I am not done with her, wanting her to come until she thinks twice of ever denying herself to me.
I turn her around, setting her down on her feet, and she braces against the glass, looking at me over her shoulder.
My hands slide down her slender curves until I reach her heart-shaped ass that has saliva gathering in my mouth. I run my thumb along her puckered hole.
“You didn’t take it,” she murmurs.
“Yet.”
Soon. It takes immense strength not to indulge, especially when she gazes at me with unbound desire.
Redirecting my attention from the hole I need to prepare before I take, I thrust into her hot pussy and smash her chest against the shower glass.
From this angle, I go even deeper inside of her, and she lifts on her toes.
“Don’t deny access to the holes that are mine.” I grip her chin and force her to look at me. “You’re the only pleasure in my life. The love of my fucking life. I swear I am going to prove it to you for the rest of my days. I’m sorry for how we began, but I will never be sorry to have gotten you.”
She nods, slapping her palm on the glass—half present, half slipping into oblivion.
Gripping her cheeks, I spit in the crack, watching my cock go in and out of her. The sight threatens to make me come on the spot. I could fuck her 24/7 if it were possible.
I grunt, prolonging my release while needing to fill her up again—give her everything she wishes. All my troubles. All my dreams. My heart. My life. My seed.
“You want my kid?” I groan.
