Page 59 of A Bond with the Dark

I cry out in ecstasy, and he swallows my scream in a greedy rush, tasting like mountain air—fresh, clean, and crisp. I widen my legs for him, and he swoops my right leg over him so it’s draping over his lap.

Being pleasured by him is like drinking a cold glass of lemonade on a warm summer day, the breeze cooling the sweat accumulated from the sun's scorching kiss. He’s satisfying an urge that’s been lurking in my darkness for a long time, quenching a thirst my vibrator at home could never, and he’s not even inside me yet.

The outline of his erection in his pants is enticing me; I skim his rippling muscles down to the zipper and slide it down. His giant cock springs to attention once freed, and like a magnet, my hands are all over it, coercing animalistic groans from him as I stroke. Feeling the length of him, the rugged ridges of his dick, the soft skin of the mushroom tip gorgeously glides in and out of my hand. I’m near to that edge with just the feel of his hardness.

“I want you,” he breathes into my neck, and I try to pull him on top of me. I don’t even care if we don’t make it to the bed.

With my tits hanging out, his kisses growing hungrier, he suddenly stands, pulling me into a straddle as he continues to taste my mouth. My dress rises up, and I can feel his cock teasing my entrance as he walks us into the bedroom. As he throws me on the bed and leans into me, I grip his sides, feeling the need to anchor myself as I am about to lose all control with just the thought of him entering me.

My head is light as he lets up on the kisses and pulls my dress all the way off, ripping the panties so they’re just shreds of fabric on the floor. I lock my hand around his neck as he keeps his mouth on mine, sucking my bottom lip in between his teeth, biting a little but with no sting.

I kinda want a little pain.

When he bites down hard enough to cause a cresting of that resplendent torment, I rock my hips in response, letting out a long and breathy moan. The tortured groan he releases lets me know that he’s burning as hot as I am. He needs me as much as I need him.

It’s intoxicating, the intense whirlwind of sensations flooding me all at once. My pussy is sweltering with passion, and I’m a drenched mess. For a split second, I think it’s a little embarrassing, but he lets out a sexy groan when he touches me there. I know it’s a welcome reaction to how he’s making me feel.

My breathing is shallow, and there’s a chance that as soon as he puts his cock inside of me, I’ll cum faster than I want to. Still, I fasten myself to the intoxication, letting the exquisite passion temper me.

His hardness is rubbing on my swollen clit; I may hyperventilate, overwhelmed, given my hindered breath. I move my hips up and down, making him moan with anticipation, arching my back, practically begging him to put himself inside of me, but he won’t.

I continue to sway my hips under him, sliding myself over the backside of his dick, hoping that I can catch the tip and capture him inside of me. Still, he keeps teasing, keeps kissing, keeps licking until I feel I’ll go mad from not having him.

Finding the waistline of his pants in a fumbling lust, I shove them off his hips.

The penetrating green of his predatory eyes slice me to my bone as he admires me, leaning up to wiggle out of his pants. His abs coil as he rolls his body out of the shirt, making the tattoos flex. I arch my back, imploring him to bring his mouth to my breasts. Instead, he takes my legs over his shoulders and slides down, slipping his tongue over my clit.

Gripping the comforter of the bed to moor my writhing body, I find a pillow with the other hand and moan loudly, the sensations blinding me, tunneling my vision and almost causing me to black out.

The feeling of his tongue wiggling over my clit, sucking and kissing, and devouring every inch of my pussy, cause shattered stars to grace my vision as I climax.

Twitching as he slows down, I want him inside me desperately.

He whispers kisses to my navel, tugging on my piercing with his teeth. Cresting at the peak of my breasts, he teases each nipple, tracing patterns with his tongue up the column of my neck. There is no part of me left undiscovered; his destructive mouth is a sanctuary for my corrosive desires.

As he kisses me, he pins my hands above my head and slides his hard dick inside me without even having to guide it. With ease, it enters from being so wet. I cry out with the pleasure it brings me, the depth of him matching me perfectly as he submerges himself inside of me slowly, burying himself as deep as he can go. The tip of his cock presses against my G-spot with ease, and again, I moan, grabbing the pillow to muffle my screams.

With him deep inside me, he removes the pillow and turns my chin to face him, staying inside of me and not moving.

“No,” he growls, his baritone voice echoing in the room; the fact that he’s commanding me makes my body clench around his gorgeous cock. “I want to hear you scream.”

Leveling me with a look of desire, a dizzying haze takes over me, and I feel drunk; everything is heightened, and I can barely move. I writhe up and down, trying to get him to move in and out of me, and when he does, It. Is. Paralyzing.

He swirls his hips, pulling in and out of me, deeper and harder with each thrust. I can’t contain the moans; every time I let one escape, it makes him harder and hungrier for me. He lifts my legs over his broad, muscular shoulders, and I watch the ink dance beneath his skin as he thrusts.

Feeling myself climb higher and higher, it’s almost too much for me to handle, and I wish he would flip me over and take me from behind.

He pulls out of me, grabs my waist, and forcibly flips me around so that my knees are on the bed and my ass is in the air.

What the hell? Did I just say that thought out loud?

Oh well, I continue to let him move me, and it is pure ecstasy.

He wraps my long hair around his fists, his other anchored on my hip and pulls as he enters me, slamming into me as hard as he can.

Never in my life have I met anyone that meets my needs as he does. It’s as if he’s reading my thoughts and pushing the right buttons at all the right times, depths, and paces.

The sound of his pleasure pulls me to the brink, the wave of my orgasm weakening my knees. As I fall to the bed when they give out, I want him to keep going, to make me cum again and again.

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