Page 191 of The Harbinger

“I don’t even need the words from your pretty lips.”

He grasped my hand and pressed it against his hardness, his mushroom head slick with desire. “Feel what you do to me, my pretty toy?” He guided my hand and moved it against him as I rode him, my breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Energy surged deep inside my belly, threatening to propel me into a realm of pure bliss. “More.” He shifted, his fingers pumping into my core as I rocked my hips. I ached for more. “There. Right there.” My voice trembled, and I gripped his cock as I thrust against him. I cried out his name, my hips wild and frenzied, and screamed in pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re screaming my name.” He held me firmly in place as I quaked with pleasure, basking in the afterglow of my orgasm with a smile. As I slowly regained my senses, he pressed me to my knees. “Suck my cock, cum-slut,” he purred.

I took hold of him and slid his wet tip into my mouth. His chest rumbled, and his hand trailed over my shoulder as I gripped the back of his thigh, using it for leverage. I drove down on him until he hit the back of my throat and bobbed.

“That feels so good, Mia. Just like that.”

His hand slipped around my nape, and I pulled back, saliva clinging to my lips, then pressed back down. “That’s my good little toy. Suck it.” He pressed me closer, driving him deeper into my throat. “Hollow your cheeks.”

I did as he demanded, sucking hard, then pushed backward as water poured over my face, but he held me steadfast. My eyes flew open wide, my heart striking my chest.

“Make me cum.”

Droplets of water cascaded down my body as I shifted desperately, trying to escape the shower head sucking the air from my lungs.

Despite my movements, he followed relentlessly, the water torrents stinging my skin.

I took him deep into my mouth with fervor, my lips wrapping around him as I tightened my grip around his base. His breathing quickened as I brought him deeper, further pushing me against the wall. I moved with desperation, my chest burning, my breaths short and stifled until he ripped the water away and gripped my throat, pressing me against the wall, his cock slick with my saliva.

“Stand up.”

My knees wobbled, yet I managed to stand before he spun me around, pressed my hands to the wall, and pulled my hips out, my back curved. He ran his hand down my spine, then spat on my ass.

He rubbed his cock back and forth against my dark entrance, and I tipped my head back and moaned, swaying my ass against him. I was wet and needy. The thrill of him sliding inside me sent zings of pleasure through my belly.

“You need my cock, don’t you slut?”

“Yes, Sacha.” I moaned, and he pressed in, the tight ring of muscles stretching wide as he breached my entrance.

“So tight no matter how much I stretch you,” he said with a growl.

My whimpers and moans pushed him further until he seated himself deep inside me, sending warmth through my body. I sighed, a wavy bliss settled over my head as if I’d snorted a small line, just enough to take the edge off. But it was him. His body did this to me.

Hedid this to me.

His hips moved back, then slammed home, and I cried out, taking all of him, my nails scraping against the slick walls. I moved my hips in time with his, begging him to share a part of him with me. He growled in pleasure as he thrust into me, and I let out a moan as my body responded to his. Our bodies moved together in a perfect rhythm as if we’d been dancing this dance for years.

“Yes, Sacha.”

He pulled out, leaving me empty, then turned off the water before dragging me to the vanity. “You’re going to watch me take your ass.”

Sacha pulled the bench away from the vanity and bent me over it so my entire body showed in the full mirror. He settled behind me and plunged inside.

I screamed and reached back for him, but he violently stroked me away and pistoned his hips against me. “Watch how well your body takes me,malishka.”

I looked in the mirror, my heart pounding with anticipation. His strong, tattooed arms held me close as he moved in and out with a slow, steady rhythm. His long member filled me completely, sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body. I bit my lip, savoring the moment of pure bliss.

“Absolute perfection.”

He slapped my butt cheeks, each smarting with angry ants, and I groaned, pressing my hips against him, only to be met with three more slaps, each harder than the last. My skin brightened into a cherry-red, his fingerprints raised against my flesh. He pushed away from me, and walked to his pants, then slipped off his belt.

My knees remained steady, but my thighs quivered, my butt cheek tightening with pain. The belt dangled from his fingertips, the metal clanging against itself as he stepped behind me, then wrapped it around my throat, quickly cinching it in place.

The thin leather strap pinched around my skin, tightening as I grappled with it. He pulled up, then centered himself again and pushed inside.

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