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Her next climax is nothing short of breathtaking as she throws her head back and screams. The sound shoots a fire into my veins. I rise, stuffing my fingers into my mouth and sucking all the sweet juices as she lies, panting, gazing up at me through hooded eyes.

Then her gaze lowers to my flexing cock, further engorged with my arousal. Lowering my hand to her belly, I pin the wriggling little woman to the bed, line up, and push.

It is like her pussy has been sewn shut. All I do is wedge the head in her entrance, and it does not go fucking in.

Sweat breaks out across my skin. I pin her tighter and push harder.

“Alfred!”

“Fuck!” She is so fucking slippery between her arousal and mine. How do I not go fucking in?

I slide a hand under her ass, clamp tightly and bear down.

Chapter Ten

Penelope

Ilost my mind somewhere along the way while he was pleasuring me. My body is bathed in sweat, my mind floating in a hazy space. I am tingling everywhere, like I’m building up to something momentous, yet there is something in the way.

That would be me. I am in the way. Specifically, my pussy that has clamped shut from the last climax and refuses to yield to the battering ram he seeks to impale me on.

My mind wars between panic and the anticipated ecstasy that might be mine if only he could breach me. I tug ineffectually at the binding. Just acknowledging my helplessness sets the heat rising in me again.

I want to come, desperately. I want his lips there again. Maybe we can leave this next step until tomorrow. Maybe if this damnable tension would only leave my body I might be better placed to receive him.

His face is a mask of determination as he slides his arm under my ass, grips, and thrusts.

A scream tears from my lips as he lodges inside, my body having no choice but to give.

His purr has a manic edge to it.

Instinctively, I try to close my legs. The chains rattle and come to an abrupt stop with my knees slightly bent. I feel consumed by him, woozy on his scent, the sound of his purr, the feeling of his huge body caging mine, his long hair falling forward.

And the thick invasion pulsing deep inside my core.

I’m a virgin.Was, I correct. Only something tells me there is more.

“Goddess, please,” I say. “I cannot take this.”

He tightens his arm around me and pushes deeper, tearing another squeal from my lips.

“Nearly there,” he says. “You are taking this so well.”

I am not taking this well… and what does he mean by nearly there?!

I find out when he thrusts once again and stills. My body twitches as every muscle in my body spasm, and my pussy quivers around him like that might push him out.

“Gods, you have a tight cunt,” he says, reminding me, as if I could forget, that this is no decorous man but a barbarian.

His crude words should appall me. They do not—they excite me.

“Oh, goddess, I’m going to….” The climax side-swipes me. My inner muscles, which I thought were already locked tight, fall into sweet rhythmic waves. It is the deepest, darkest, most twisty kind of pleasure, and rips another cry from my lips.

I thrash against the bindings, needing to be free, my body spasming uncontrollably in ways that are only partially bliss.

The belt holding my wrists suddenly gives, and my hands fall limply to the bed. I wanted to move them, but now that I can, they are like lead weights.

His nose lowers to the crook of my shoulder and throat, where he sucks a gentle kiss.

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