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I keep going, my hips moving at a more desperate pace than before as I feel the peak of my orgasm approaching. I bear down on him, my hands flying to the headboard to keep me upright as I grind into his face.

By the way, his legs are bouncing beneath me, I know he’s desperate for air. But he hasn’t tapped out, so I keep going.

Then, he licks up from my core and presses the flat of his tongue up on my clit, and I crash.

Electricity rolls through me, frying every nerve in my body and making me cry out. The orgasm feels like it rolls on forever as I continue to grind against his tongue, which he holds in place for me.

I release the headboard and fall forward, the shocks of energy still making my body shudder in a pleasure that borders on pain.

Marshall is beneath me, sucking in air as fast as he can before letting his breath out again so he can try and fill his lungs.

As my orgasm is starting to fade, I push myself up using the headboard and shakily walk down the side of the bed with the help of the bar above me.

When I let go, I fall to my knees, my pussy perfectly lined up with where his cock stands at attention, and begin to rock against it.

Marshall cries out through his desperate gasps of air, and his hips buck up into me, causing his cock to bury between my folds and press against my clit that’s hidden between my full lower lips.

I rock against him as his hips buck, and on occasion, his tip brushes against my entrance, making my need to be filled even more prominent in my mind.

Unable to pull myself upright, I slide up his body slightly and grind back down again so his tip finds my opening and slips in this time.

“Fuck!” Marshall screams as I let out a sigh of relief.

What feels like heaven to me must be a torturous hell for him, but he doesn’t ask me to stop. He doesn’t use the safe word we agreed upon many months ago.

Instead, I push back on his cock, and he thrusts his hips up, helping drive his length further into me.

The fullness is overwhelming every one of my senses. My eyes fall closed, and all sound tunes out as all of my focus trains on the pleasure of having him inside of me.

Gathering my strength, I push myself up using his muscular chest so I can impale myself further on his length. I can’t bring myself to lift my hips yet, but I am able to rock my hips in a pattern that helps open me up to take in more of him.

Marshall is beneath me, noises escaping from his lips that don’t sound like they belong to him. He squirms and writhes on the bed as I ride him, but he still doesn’t ask me to stop. His hands finally release their death grip on the mattress and fly to my hips, drawing me up so I’m hovering above him with his cock only halfway in.

There’s no relief on his face, though.

Instead, he quickly adjusts his position, digging his feet firmly into the mattress and thrusting up with his hips so he fills me completely again.

His abs ripple and tighten under my touch, shocking me into moving them so I’m holding myself up on the mattress instead of him.

Where his fingers dig into my thick thighs, I’ll indeed have bruises, but I don’t care at all. I want them, need them even.

Each thrust into me somehow feels deeper than the last. His cock is at the perfect angle to rub against my front wall where I’m most sensitive, and the sensation has another orgasm building in me once again.

Soon, his thrusts grow erratic, though no less harsh or pleasurable.

“Fuck.” He pants out between strokes. “I’m going to come, my queen. Please, can I come?”

His tone is high and pleading, making my body melt into him.

“I need to give you my cum. I need to fill you up. Give you everything.” He begs. “Let me cum inside you. Let me... I need to... Fuck!”

His whole face is pinched with the pain of holding back his orgasm as he forces himself into me deeper and harder than before.

“Need to give you my cum.” He groans through gritted, grinding teeth. “Breed you. Breed. Fuck! Breed you.”

My orgasm is close but still so far away. So, I help him by reaching down to rub my clit and get myself there.

One of his hands reaches out to grip my breast to the point of pain as the other knocks away my fingers from my clit and replaces them with his own. His fingers mirror my own pace I had set, but he presses firmer into my clit.

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