Page 667 of Coal Hearts

“Get off me!” I struggled.

“Still so strong.” He dragged my hips off the edge of the bed. “Still so unbroken.”

“Get your fucking hands off me.”

“Either beg or scream. Your choice.”

I screamed.

He laughed.

Grabbing my ass cheeks, he spread me wide, and impaled himself deep, deep inside.

My pussy fisted around him, not making his takeover easy.

The pinch despite my arousal.

The thickness of his size.

It all pushed me into mania, and I lost it.

I fought the urge to surrender to him.

I forced myself to thrash and cry.

And my Master and twin flame understood both sides of me, both the act and the truth, the lust and the love. His fingernails dug into my hips as he grabbed me and pumped fast and fierce into my body.

His thumbs stroked me in those wonderful Morse code circles.

His cock punished me over and over again.

The bed creaked with his every vicious pound.

My ears rang.

My womb tightened.

A release percolated and popped in my blood.

“Fuck...” I couldn’t breathe. “You.” I gasped as he rode me like a manic beast.

He didn’t reply. His pace absolutely unhinged, his hipbones bruising me, his cock punishing my G-spot over and over and over...

Every inch of me prepared to leap.

Yes.

God yes.

I stopped fighting him.

I gave him everything.

I screamed for real as his hot hand slapped cruelly against my ass.

“Five strikes for making me so goddamn hard for you. You’ve got your juices all over me. How am I supposed to last the night knowing you’re this fucking wet?”

He hit me again.