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“Trust me.” I say, rubbing my cock between her ass cheeks, rolling my eyes back in my head at the utter pleasure of finally being so close to her entrances.

“Oh God.” She cries out as I slide forward, stroking between her pussy lips, poking her clit with the head of my dick. “Yes.”

I can’t wait any longer, and neither can she. The wetness pouring out of her, coating my cock, is the tell that she wants this as much as I do.

“Breathe.” I whisper in her ear as she holds her breath at my intrusion into her.

She’s so tight, so hot, and so wet. It’s heaven inside her as she takes all of me like we were made for each other. I fit perfectly in her, able to feel every part of her channel, and every pulse of that second heartbeat.

“H, take off my shackles.” She pants, slamming her ass back on me, driving me up to her cervix, crying out loudly.

“It’s so hot baby, leave them.”

“I want to touch you.”

“You are, with every piece of you. Just feel it, feel me. Take me princess, all of me.”

The water slices down on us, the heat of it adding to the warmth of my thrusting body, making me sweat on her back as I lean against her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders, holding her tightly.

She takes me so well, her pussy molding to me, stretching perfectly as I pound into her. Our wet bodies slap loudly together, with that primal smack of skin on skin that echoes around us in the small enclosure.

“H!” She screams, tossing her head back, her wet hair slapping me in the face, sticking to my scruff.

It’s animalistic the way I fuck her, driving into her so hard the glass rattles in front of her, threatening to bust into millionsof pieces. I slam her harder, grabbing her hair, holding her head still, devouring her agape mouth like a man starved.

I can feel her tightening around my cock, her body reaching the point of no return. She’s so close to the edge, teetering on the cliff, that my next hard thrust could push her off of.

“Oh God! Hedeon! Yes! More!” She bellows out into my kisses, her voice turning from high pitched screams to low snarls like a rabid animal.

“Reach up, princess. Grab the top of the door.” I pant into her mouth.

Like my good girl she complies, and I lift her from her feet, her cuffs rattling and banging against my shins as I fuck her so hard that the only thing holding her up is her weak hold on the metal door frame and my cock. She screams again, her face falling away from mine, her fingers clawing to hold on.

“Cum now baby.” I roar as the orgasm tears through me.

It starts in the middle of my spine as a ball of electricity that spreads lower, working through my balls, and explodes out of the head of my cock so deep inside of her. She joins me, her body bucking and thrashing, her hands slipping, and her breaths coming so hard I fear she might pass out. She growls and groans as she floods my dick with so much slippery fluid that it splatters on my feet.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She yells

“That’s my good fucking girl, Lily.” I praise her, kissing the side of her face, her cheek, and her jawline, seeking out her mouth again.

I need to kiss her more. I want to always be kissing her. I cant get enough of it, or her taste, or the feel of her wet tongue entwined with mine. I kiss her deeply as she moans again, her body tensing, her knuckles cracking, and her pussy squeezing me so tightly on another climax.

“Yes baby, cum again. That’s it, choke my cock with your perfect little cunt.”

She explodes, practically crushing my dick with how hard her pussy grips me, trying to push me out of her with the sheer force of her orgasm. It’s beautiful, all encompassing, and the best thing I have felt in my entire life.

“My good girl. Mine.” I grow into her mouth, nipping her bottom lip with my teeth hard enough to leave a mark, claiming her, just as I did in her room while she slept.

She’s mine now. Mine to have, to hold, to pamper, to abuse, to use, and to keep.

Mine!

“Yours.” She weeps, her body and mind falling apart as I work her down, slowing my hips, easing her from her death grip on the door.

Pulling out of her seems like a crime, but she needs something else right now. To be held, to be soothed, and to be released from her physical binds, because the mental and emotional ones have now formed.

“Let me hold you, Lily. Then we’ll get these off.” I say, pulling her front to mine, wrapping my thick tattooed arms around her, pressing her face to my chest so she can hear the galloping of my heart, telling her that it’s hers now, as much as hers is becoming mine.

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