Page 99 of Guarded By the Nightmare

I loved all of her, every piece of her, inside and out, completely.

She sensed the change in me and started stroking faster, bobbing her head on me more quickly, and dropping her hips to meet each thrust.

“Oh, yes, Mina,” I growled, low. “Make me give myself to you. Call to me with every piece of your body.”

She twisted her head, to free her mouth so she could speak. “Right down to your very soul?”

“You know I do not have one—which is why I can do this,” I said, blanketing her with myself, spinning her on the couch, until her back was against its wide surface again. I covered her at once, pushing myself back home inside her cunt, creating more hands to push her breasts together for me to slide through, and putting a cock inbothher hands.

I reached down to rub her clit with my thumb, and watched the force of my thrusts jiggle her swollen belly.

“I have never seen a woman as beautiful as you, not in a thousand years.”

“Oh please—that’s just recency bias,” she said with a laugh, stroking her hands up and down the dicks they held in both hands. “No mouth?”

“No—I want to hear your screams,” I said, leaning over her, shoving my cock deep in her pussy, while the one between her breasts felt like it was burying itself in silk.

“I like it when I can feel you getting closer,” she told me. “When all the parts of you start to stiffen up, when you start seeming desperate and hungry?—”

“I am going to make you come, and then I’m going to cover you in shadow.”

I started fucking her disjointedly, one at a time, like I was made of pistons in a car—except for the piece of me between her legs enjoying her tight, wet, heat, where I was thrumming in and out, in the short perfect bursts that drove her wild—and if I could’ve slowed time to do this for the rest of my life, I would’ve. Feeling connected together with her like this, in every possible way, knowing I was about to make her scream, all of me becoming ready to give myself over.

I would give her my life, if she wanted, but she already knew that.

“I love you,” I told her.

“Oh—I love you too—oh—Sylas—oh God—oh God—don’t stop!” she cried out, and I felt her tense around me, hold me tight, and then squeeze while she howled. “Fuck—Sylas—fuck!” she shouted, curling herself up as much as she could with her round belly—and that was all I needed.

“Yes—yes—yes,” I growled, jetting myself into her. I’d learned that the more of myself I gave her the better it felt—all I had to do was learn to get out of my own way. So I clawed at her hips with more hands while she pulsed, holding her still while I emptied my most important cock, but then?—

“Fuckingcoverme,” Mina demanded with a groan, like the queen she was.

“Yes,” I agreed, crouching forward as every other piece of myself I could let go of spilled out of me. Inky blackness shot out of the dick between her breasts and circled her throat like a necklace made of night, while the ones in her hands spurted their loads over her face and breasts, spattering her withmeclaiming her formeand I found I wanted to eat her up—again—but instead all I did was lower my mouth to lick my cum off of her, sucking at a nipple on the way.

“Oh my god, Sylas,” she said, catchingher breath. “That’s so hot.”

I reached up to wind a hand into her hair, and then kissed her carefully, before pulling back and giving her a grin.

“Was god handsome when you met him? Because if he was, I’ll totally fight him,” I said, and Mina erupted into peals of laughter, as I held her and our baby close.

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