Page 60 of Koroleva

She wrapped her legs around my neck, letting me savor each lick. The gasps overlapped with my growls, there was no calm left, only passion, fluids, and saliva. I sucked on her lower lips and she gasped. She pulled my hair against her center and rubbed herself like a bitch in heat. Nikita was not restrained; she was an explosion of fireworks on the coldest night of the firmament. I looked up and savored. There was no more beautiful spectacle than a woman surrendered to her own pleasure. I brushed my beard against her clitoris and she crystallized. A shiver ran through her from head to toe and made her collapse into my eyes.

"I don't want to come in your mouth, or on your fingers, this time... I want you inside. I want the full pact; I want to drag you in my climax."

She spread her thighs even wider and violently pulled my hair, making me crawl over her. She tasted her flavor in my mouth and relished it.

"Fuck me now or forget about me forever."

I plunged in violently, without asking for permission, because it had already been granted.

We made love to the skin, the body, and the soul. With Nikita, there were no half-measures; it was all or nothing, light or darkness, the sharpest ice or the most scorching fire, and now I was being consumed in her blaze.

She was not born to be chosen, but to choose. I would never see her bow her head, for she was one to lift her chin. Noes had no place in her universe, where she ruled her realm.

I pushed, she gasped, I gasped. I bit my lip as her sharp nails dug into my back. Her tongue licked the roses on my neck. Nikita could erase every gram of ink on my body, wear me down so much that there was only space left to tattoo her soul on my skin, an invisible, indelible mark that would accompany me through the remains.

I lost myself in the sway of our desire, in my thrusts that swallowed body inside, squeezing me, drowning me, leaving me breathless.

I don’t even know how she managed to turn me over, but she became an Amazon. She rode me freely, intensely. I grasped her nipples and pulled on them, watching her gasp in pleasure. With our gazes immersed in unrestricted delight.

I didn’t want it all to end in a tangle of sheets and hair pulling. I longed for more, needed more, unsure if I would ever be able to share such communion with another person again.

Certainly, it was incomparable to anything or anyone.

I trembled as the flesh of her hips sunk between my fingers. I dived wrapped in liquid silk. I matched every bounce of her flesh against mine until she screamed, dragging me in her oath of fluids, orgasm, and release.

I filled her, she filled me, and I fell exhausted into her dark universe, where gravity is not determined by force, but by the weight of a surname.

25

Witch

The scream and the barrage of impacts against my back were the last things I expected.

I had spent my first night with Romeo. One that made me wake up with an ear-to-ear smile due to satisfaction.

I spent several hours panting, which surely warranted a few good days to match.

I liked that he slept as naked as I did, wrapped in the sheets of our skin, because that allowed me to go directly to his crotch and worship the glorious appendage that rose in my mouth.

A masculine grunt, followed by a velvety exhale and fingers gently probing my hair, alerted me that my Sleeping Beauty was waking.

He gasped hoarsely as he was swallowed whole.

His fingertips tangled in my hair and tugged at it. In just one night, he had perfectly captured my tastes.

His hips moved against my face. The cries became louder and louder. He was hard, tense, hot and very close to release. I felt it in the tight balls that trembled under my nails, in a few seconds he would have his climax on my tongue.

It would have been like that if it hadn't been for a small human projectile that jumped on my lower back, clinging like a bloodthirsty parasite.

"Let it go! Witch! You can't eat my father!" The small fists collided with my head and Romeo's cock was embedded at the back of my throat. "Give him his thing back, spit! "

That couldn't be happening. He had the kid on top of me while I was sucking his father's cock.

"Adriano!" Romeo exclaimed in disbelief.

"Romeo stood up as best he could and pulled the damn kid off of me. 'Quickly, kick the witch and send her flying out the window!'"

"Calm down, Dad, I'll save you! He ate your dick while you were sleeping!" I almost choked. I tried to raise my head to remove the male member from my mouth to show him that he hadn't consumed me at all, or at least not in the way the damn kid imagined. When I finally managed to disengage, a shout of joy came from the boy. "There it is! Covered in drool, but still between your legs. I'm just in time, Dad! He didn't take it from you! You'll be able to continue peeing without a problem." Romeo stood up as best he could and got the damn.

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