Page 28 of His Mate

It was intoxicating, dizzying, and as the pressure built within me, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

My orgasm came like a flood, crashing over me in waves, and I cried out, my muscles spasming, my inner walls clamping down around his thick shaft. I would have been embarrassed at how quickly his cock had made me come, but there was no time to think about it as pleasure steamrolled through me like a freight train.

He rolled his hips, fucking me so well that my eyes rolled back in my head. My inner walls gripped at his cock, pulling him in at the same time they tried to push him out. It was too much, and not enough, and I could barely form a coherent thought.

His movements became more urgent, and I could feel the tension building in him, his cock swelling even thicker inside me. My pussy ached from his massive girth, but there was nothing for me to do other than take it like a good girl, just like he said I would.

“That’s it, mate. Take every inch of my cock. Take it all,” he growled, his voice strained as his thrusts became harder, faster, his grip on my hip tightening. I pushed back as much as I could, feeling the tip of his cock pounding inside of me, filling me to the brim and driving me crazy.

Before I knew what was happening, I howled, screaming as another orgasm tore through me like a tornado ripping through a cornfield. My whole body trembled, my muscles tensing and relaxing as pleasure flooded every inch of me. Wave after wave crashed over me, drowning out everything else, until all I could feel was his cock pounding in and out of me with savage fervor.

It drove me mad with need.

My orgasm swirled higher and higher, driving my head up into the clouds and then I was falling into the black abyss. My inner walls fluttered and my core clenched tight as my body rolled as much as it was able. A scream tore free from my throat and then he drove into me even harder.

My vision went white.

My pussy clenched tight, and I screamed again, lost in the throes of a climax so intense it was almost painful.

Was sex always this good or was he just particularly skilled at fucking?

The thought didn’t even have a chance to fully form before another wave of pleasure ripped through me, stealing my breath away and turning my legs into useless puddles of goo. I hung there, helpless, completely at his mercy, as his cock pounded into me again and again, his grunts and groans growing louder, more animalistic.

Every stroke of his cock was perfect.

And there didn’t seem to be any end in sight.

My pussy squeezed his length tight, the friction sending tingles all through my body, and I moaned, long and low, unable to do anything but take it as he fucked me, his hips slapping against the soft skin of my ass, the sounds mingling with my ragged breathing.

I pushed back, grinding against him, wanting to feel every inch of him inside me, and his answering growl sent a thrill racing through me, my core clenching hard around his cock.

“You’re going to come for me again,” he demanded, his voice rough. “I want you to scream for me. I want the whole world to know you’re mine.”

My body shuddered, my legs quivering as I struggled to survive, but his cock was buried so deep inside me, stretching me open so wide that the only thing I could do was lie there and take it.

His hand tangled in my hair, tugging a bit harshly, and I gasped, the sting sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. My pussy clenched around him, and I whimpered, my mind spinning as my body whirled swiftly out of my control.

I came again. I couldn’t help it.

He was too much, his cock too big, his thrusts too rough, his hand too possessive. I came apart under him, my inner walls fluttering and squeezing his shaft, milking him, coaxing him toward his own release.

But it didn’t work.

He was in control, and I wasn’t.

The realization sent another rush of heat flooding through me, and I couldn’t help but push back against him once more, needing to feel every inch of his cock buried inside me over and over again.

I drew in a breath, trying to calm the racing beat of my heart, but even as I did, my eyes began to roll back in my head, and I knew another orgasm was waiting in the wings. I tried to fight it, but it was impossible.

There was no stopping the inevitable.

A howl erupted from my throat, and I screamed as I came, my body writhing against him, my muscles spasming, my inner walls contracting around his shaft.

Pleasure exploded inside me, rippling through every inch of me, and I cried out, my voice breaking as another wave of ecstasy crashed over me.

This time, it was too much.

I couldn’t take it.

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