Page 80 of Dark Captivation

His hand dipped into my panties, his index finger splitting my folds. I gasped, my clit spasmed hysterically from the unexpected stroke.

Electricity emitted from the tiny target as it swelled from the tender copulation of his finger. It was like a dance. Side to side and up and down, every move his finger calculated for maxim effect.

I’d never felt anything like this before. I was frozen under him, never wanting to move from his lap. I could die here and be happy.

“Oh, Malek.” I moaned his name as he massaged my wet clit. Seeming to judge them a hindrance, Malek plopped me onto my back and relieved me of my panties in one swift motion.

He did the same to his own pants and boxers.

His gigantic, cobra-like cock vaulted free. He hovered over me on his knees, his eyes searching mine for thoughts.

“Does my size still frighten you?”

Even if it did, I couldn’t say no to him now. My body was too far gone. I needed him every bit as badly as he needed me.

His cock was thick, long with ridges that made it look scary, but it was also beautiful, a thing of wonder and awe.

“I’m not afraid. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.” Bending my knees, I revealed myself to him, spreading my legs invitingly.

The flames of intrigue galloped across his eyes.

“I’ve been dreaming of your tight little pussy since the caves.” He took both my thighs in his vice-like grip. His shoulders widened a bit as I witnessed his inner beast rise within him.

The scent of musk and testosterone poured off of him, tantalizing my senses.

“Fuck me.” I tilted my head back to peer up at him from under my lashes. It was meant as a flirtation, but he seemed to think it a challenge as he drove one of my legs up as far as it would go.

“Be careful what you wish for.” He shot me a shit eating grin; then directing his cock between my legs, he pumped himself inside of me.

A bolt of electricity rushed through me as his dark, throbbing member split me open. Tears of joy rolled down my cheeks as sweet pleasure mixed with pain, sending me straight to oblivion.

He rutted me like he was more beast than demon, as he rocked the bed back and forth. The headboard slammed against the wall repeatedly. His show of domination and power turned me on, creating a fantasy I didn’t want to end.

My moans echoed off the walls and steam rolled off our bodies, spreading across the room.

The bed ached, gripped and cried beneath us, the sound muffled by the beating rain tapping against the window.

“You're so tight.” He thrusted even harder, and I squirmed under him. “This. I want this pussy every night for the rest of my life,” he hissed; his handsome face morphed with pleasure.

I undulated my hips back and forth, inviting him deeper as the pain gave way to pure unabashed pleasure. Following my cue, he delved deeper, but that wasn’t all he had planned. His hand delved lower, his thumb grating against my clit.

My back curled instinctively as he rubbed my clit to the same hypnotic rhythm that he rammed me with.

I cursed, not knowing any other way to process the force that built up between my legs like a bomb about to explode.

The burning urge to cum nipped at me. I resisted, wanting the sweet sensation to continue as long as possible.

The beat of our thighs clapping against each other played like an orchestra performing an erotic song. The glistening sweat that covered us both, a testament to our rare passion and beautiful connection.

Malek scooped me up in his arms and ushered me away from the bed. Before I could ask where he was taking me, he broke the balcony doors open and led us out into the pouring rain.

Cool water beat us, turning to steam as it washed over our burning flesh.

Wordlessly, he stole my lips once again, taking one of my legs in each of his arms so that we faced each other. I braced my arms around his neck, anchoring myself to him as he held me tightly.

His cock was right below me and I felt its head knock at my eager opening. A thunderbolt cracked as he slid into me. He bounced me up and down, impaling me deeper with every desperate thrust.

His lips moved, but I couldn’t hear over the rain and thunder.

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