Page 46 of Agor

She breathed hard, biting her lip and squeezing her other tit in her hand. I let go, then dragged my tongue over the bite. She tilted her head with a moan of pleasure, her eyelids flutteredclosed. Her arousal dripped on my cock trapped between her legs.

“Tell me, sweet Becca. Do you always get so wet so quickly?”

“Only with you...” She squeezed her thighs together, as if forgetting that my cock was still between them.

Pain shot through my body, tingled with pleasure. I clenched my teeth and buried my face in her shoulder, struggling not to roar again.

“Too much?” she asked, kissing my temple.

“Nothing is too much with you.” The pain was already gone. All that remained was pleasure and need.

She reached a hand between us, grabbed my cock, and dragged it over her clit with a shudder of desire.

“Set me free, Becca,” I begged. “I want to hold you while you come on my cock.”

But the stubborn little newt shook her head. “With a mouth like yours, my darling, you don’t need your hands.”

Lust glazed over her gaze as she rubbed the head of my cock against her, generously coating it with her arousal. Lowering my head, I devoured her tits, sucking on one then on the other.

She mewed in need.

“Down, boy,” she rasped, pressing a hand on my shoulder. “I need you inside me now. I want you so much.”

I sat back on my haunches. She turned with her back to me, then straddled my thighs. Shoving her ass back, she slowly impaled herself on my cock, hugging it tighter and tighter the deeper she took me.

“Don’t you dare come, Agor,” she warned in a voice that made my balls tighten and my mind reel from need.

Before her, I had never denied myself a release. Straining all my muscles, I gripped the belt in my hand so tightly, it dug into my skin. How was I supposed to hold back when she slid up and down my cock, slicking it with her arousal?

When she leaned down, biting on her forearm to muffle her moans, her ass jerked higher, presenting me with the best view ever. My sack tightened, my cock strained so hard, I feared it’d burst to pieces. I feared I’d explode with it too.

I forced my mind not to think about how wonderful she felt stretched around my cock like that and instead focused on her.

Until Becca, sex to me had always been about the climax—myclimax, specifically. I liked to think I made the women feel good too. I made an effort to do so, and they told me they had a good time. But I’d never seen a woman so unabashedly taking what she wanted before.

Becca used my body for her pleasure with no shame and no reservations. Everything about her was real—her moans, her trembling thighs, the determination with which she was chasing her completion. I paid attention to it all, noting how she angled her hips to take in just as much of me as she needed for my cock to rub against just the right spot inside her. I noted how her breathing changed, turning short and shallow. I marked in my mind the exact moment when she reached under her with her hand and how fast she started rubbing herself between her legs.

How her hot pussy tightened around me once again, before her pleasure exploded in spasms and tiny shivers.

And through her beautiful completion, she moaned my name.

“Agor...You feel so, so good, my love.”

She was still trembling with bliss when she turned to look at me over her shoulder and gave me a naughty smile.

“You’ve been such a good boy, sweetie. You can come now. Use me however you wish.”

Her words shot like arrows through both my mind and my body. Letting go of the belt, I set my wrists free and grabbed her hips so hard, she squeaked.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think. I could do nothing but fuck. It only took two hard, merciless pumps for my climax to erupt. I came, and I couldn’t stop coming. After having been forced under the lock like that, ecstasy multiplied tenfold.

My legs shook. My stomach spasmed. My cock throbbed, expelling my seed like a mountain erupting fire. It dripped out of her, slicking both her thighs and mine. Curling over her, I bit down on her shoulder to muffle my roars.

The moment the avalanche of intense pleasure finally slowed, I unclenched my jaw and released her shoulder. The marks of my teeth and tusks remained on her skin, quickly turning red with swelling. Thankfully, somewhere in my lust-filled mind, I had retained some sense to be careful enough not to break her skin.

“Sorry, little newt.” I licked over the marks, trying to soothe the pain she must be feeling.

She turned onto her back, sliding off my lap and stretching like a cat on the floor.

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