Page 7 of Dark Panther's Desperate Beauty

It feels so remarkably good.

Wow, this is a lot of talk to say that I’m being fucked harder than I’ve ever been fucked in my life, and I’m fucking loving it! I reach up and grip Erik’s arms, digging my nails into his skin. “Oh yes, oh fuck, yes, Erik, fuck me. Fuck me!”Well, that’s what I want to say. I mean, I want to be some sexy, in control, hot, give me what I want girl.

What comes out is, “Yes… Erik, yes…” in a very quiet, breathless, and wispy voice. I can only manage even that in between the powerful clenching contractions of the orgasm. At least I can move a little aggressively.

I feel wild and hungry and needy. I hear him growl and I know he’s just as hungry for me.

Erik thrusts into me once more and I feel his cock throb hard deep inside me and I know that he’s cumming. He shudders in my arms, sending new waves of pleasure through me.Then, he kisses me hard, and that kiss is just… Wow. I mean, it goes right back to that first thought, that what I experience here is all up to him.

He’s in charge.

Not me.

And I love it.

It feels like an eternity, but Erik finally rolls to the side. Our breathing sounds so loud. I almost laugh. How the hell has this happened? Just hours ago, I was working my shift at the bar and trying to calculate what I’d need to save from each check to get a deposit for a car.

Now, I’m curling up next to the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever set eyes on. It feels like the most ridiculous thing, like a Hallmark movie, but one with an X rating. I don’t know. I just know that as I press my body against his side, I feel a contentment and a sense of safety that I haven’t felt for a long, long time.

And trust me, I don’t take that for granted.

Somehow, karma has granted me this beautiful moment.

I reach an arm across his chest and settle my head on his shoulder.

Thank you, Mr. Karma. Thank you very much.

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