Page 123 of Consume Me

He places me beside him, my back resting against the sofa as he moves between my legs. He jerks his cock up and down, pumping it leisurely.

“I need you to keep yourself spread open for me.” Then he gets on his knees and slides his cock up and down my slit.

“Yes, watch my cock. Watch us become one. Watch who you belong to. Watch the only man you’re going to know,” he says and thrusts inside of me. Never breaking eye contact, I dig my nails into the sofa, trying to anchor myself in the moment while he propels me to the land of unbound pleasure.

When he pulls out, I jump into his arms, not knowing what possessed me. Leaning back, I throw my legs around his hips and ride him. Grinding against his groin, I do eights on his cock and squeeze my walls around him, a primal instinct leading me.

Moving fast, then slow, he curses and bites into his bottom lip as he holds on to my waist.

“Fuck, Mia. Jesus Christ, you drive me insane.”

Good, because he does the same to me. And I am all for equality.

We come at the same time, and I fall on his chest, spent but satiated for now.

He gathers me and carries me upstairs while kissing my temple. “You owe me another one.”

“What if I fall asleep?”

“Baby, my cock will surely wake you up.”

Her sweet scent envelops me. Her silky hair frames her head like a black halo, and a pout teases her full lips. Propped on my elbow, I contemplate my woman—an angel even the darkness in me bows to.

I took her two more times last night until she passed out. I should let her sleep, but I need her so I can be somewhat in a calm state of mind for the meetings ahead of me.

The thin blanket covers just her middle, and I trace my fingertip along a nipple, which immediately pebbles at my touch. I am already hard, but she lets out a small moan that makes it impossible to control my raging desire.

I promised her I’d wake her up with my cock, so sliding the blanket off her, I get between her legs. Lowering myself, I flatten my tongue and drag it from bottom to top, licking at her slit as she moans softly. Watching her, she’s still asleep, but her eyelashes flutter while I indulge in her addictive taste. She’s a drug that can’t be replicated and an addiction I could neverovercome.

Gripping my cock, I guide it to her pussy, which welcomes me home. Her tight and hot core drives me fucking insane. No wonder I can’t think of anything other than to sheath myself in her.

My cock struggles to go deeper while the beast roars inside of me, loving that a bit too much. She still doesn’t wake. I must have tired her out, and I don’t fucking regret it. Never in my life have I felt this intense need to claim someone. She’s the exception in my life. Burying myself inside of her, pleasure rolls down my spine, and I groan in ecstasy.

She lets out unintelligible sounds, the most distinctive one is my name. It gives me great satisfaction that she knows who owns her. Pulling in and out of her leisurely, her walls massage my cock into euphoria. But I need those silver eyes on me to connect on every level.

Thrusting deeper and harder into her, her eyes shoot open, and I halt mid-thrust.

She wakes up with a long moan, and her hands dig into the sheet.

“Good morning, baby,” I say, continuing to fuck her. I doubt my need for this woman will ever be quenched.

“You’re inside of me…”

Isn’t she precious?My sweet girl, who consumes me to the point of madness.

“Your pussy was wide awake. It only needed a bit of my tongue and she wanted my cock like the starved cunt she is.”

“Only for you…” she says groggily.

The thought that it could be someone else makes me fucking murderous. Curling my fingers lightly around her neck, I say above her lips. “Only for me. I’d kill, maim, and torture anyone else and then fuck you next to their corpse so you’ll never forget who you belong to.”

She squeezes me even harder, loving my unhinged ass. She’s my other half. We’re made to fit. My demons calm as I take her lips in a long kiss, devouring her mouth.

She meets me thrust for thrust, our bodies giving in to this animalistic lust and carnal pleasure.

I could see myself waking up to her every day, feeling her from the inside out, and I would be the luckiest man alive.

A tremor skitters down her body, her mouth opening up on a sharp intake of air—two of her telltale signs that she’s about to come. She squeezes me so good that it takes everything in me not to erupt.

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