Page 89 of Dark Awakening

She stumbles back, coughing and gasping for air. I can hear the saliva and my arousal pattering onto the marble floor as her body quakes. My cock still throbs with wanton desire, eager to plunge inside her warm depths.

My beautiful Angel won’t escape my passion-filled onslaught. She’ll soon feel me in every crevice of her body.

Danica

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Igag and choke on my knees, gasping for air as Rhyland leveled my face with his thick dick. His cum has seeped deep down, and the evidence of it drips down my chin. My pussy pulses and is drenched with desire as every inch of his hard, veiny cock rubs my throat and the thrill of being so degraded.

No man had ever filled me like this before, and although I couldn’t open my jaw wide enough to take him entirely, it only made the experience even more erotic. I want him inside me, feeling every inch of him within me. He isn’t done yet—still rock hard and poised for another bout of relentless roughness.

I hastily try to wipe away the evidence of his orgasm off my lips, but he quickly grabs my hand and stops me.

His breath is heavy as he leans in close. “No, no, Angel. Every last drop.”

He shoves my cum-coated fingers into my mouth, and I instinctively suck off the evidence. The bittersweetness of his taste sends a wave of arousal through me.

His hand wraps around my face, squeezing my cheeks so hard that my lips pucker. His other hand moves to the back of my head, bringing my face forward to meet his. His lips crash upon mine, penetrating deeper into my mouth as his molten, hot tongue explores his taste. I moan loudly onto his lips, savoring the taste of his arousal and desire.

Oh my God. This man is pure filth!

I’m overcome with disgrace yet aching for more. His fierce dominance makes me so aroused, the evidence dripping down my inner thighs. He’s like no one I’ve ever experienced, commanding and enticing all at once. His presence ignites sensations within me that I didn’t know existed.

I moan in pleasure, my body trembling with need as his wicked kisses leave me desperate for more. His large, rough hand reaches the apex of my thigh, and he growls in appreciation when he feels how wet I am for him.

“Fuck…,” His passionate voice ignites an even brighter flame inside me. Two expert fingers go down to my slick desire and swirl around my swollen nub relentlessly, taking me ever closer to the edge of rapture.

I gasp loudly, feeling even more aroused with every passing second.

He moves his lips to my ear and whispers filthy words of promises, “Do you want me to fuck those naughty desires away? To fill you up and make it all go away?”

His words send shivers through me and set my skin on fire as I nod eagerly in response.

I’m speechless, my body trembling from the impact of his presence. I can barely restrain myself any longer. He's electrified me, and I'm consumed by passion. His absence has taken a toll on me, yet I never recognized the depth of his effect on me until now. Is the undeniable pull that he exerts over me… love?

Every beat of my heart is in sync with his, so only he can fuel it back to life. These past three weeks have been torturous, and I was resigned to a deathly state. Until now, he returned to my side in the flesh, revitalizing my essence. No other man even exists in the same realm as him. I can no longer deny it—this is love, and the connection we forged that night at the club is much more than fate. He has possessed my whole being—my mind, body, and heart—and I never want us to be apart.

His thick digits plunge into my sopping wetness, sending a pleasurable ripple through me. I’m crouching on the floor, my legs aching from the strain. My back is planted against the rough kitchen island, my thighs quivering and spread wide for him to see. My pussy is engorged with desire, shining in the soft light.

I’m exposed to him and his naughty explorations. He kneels in front of me, one hand holding my throat in a tight grip, while the other hand finger fucks my wet and willing pussy like no tomorrow. His hungry lips crash against mine with such hunger and enthusiasm. I can feel my body winding tighter and tighter with desire and pleasure.

"You like it when I'm rough, don't you, Angel?" He inserts two digits into me to their length before tugging them out and teasing my aching clit. I’m thrashing and panting beneath him as I reach a feverish peak of arousal.

His grip on my throat tightens, almost cutting off my air supply, and I struggle to breathe as stars begin to dance in my vision. He slowly thrusts his fingers into me, pushing them deep until they nearly disappear, then pulls them out again with an agonizingly delightful snap.

He hits that G-spot repeatedly, making me purr with pleasure and quiver with anticipation. He gently circles my throbbing clit with torturous exactness, never allowing me to come. I’m so close; I'm about to explode, and his passion fuels me further down this path of blissful insanity. I want him to fuck me hard and long until I’m screaming in pure unadulterated rapture.

“You’re absolutely filthy, baby. I fucking love it when you fall apart like this.”

His wickedly talented fingers tease me with the likelihood of orgasm, which hasn’t been a reality in weeks. His eyes are wild, intense, and glinting with a dangerous longing. He looks at me hungrily as I writhe beneath his gaze, my body quivering with anticipation as I lose control.

My body is wound up tighter than ever as I moan and gasp for air. His grip stays tight around my neck as he constantly slips his fingers deep inside me, sending shock waves of pleasure through my body. “So juicy and tight; it belongs to me and only me.”

The relentless teasing pushes my body closer to blissful oblivion until I can manage one word between thrusts, “Please…”

His eyes smolder with a feral longing as his fingers once again plunge inside me. He pumps them deliciously slow, wringing out every wave of pleasure from my quivering core.

His smile widens as he talks in a mesmerizingly deep voice. “I fucking love it when you beg.”

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