Page 37 of Imprisoned Obsession

I wrap a hand around the throbbing shaft, stroking the thickness and watching the bead of white cum dribble down.

Mindfulness disappears, leaving volatile voices that breathe temptation into my blackened soul. Raw desire crashes with sheer impulse; I’m losing control of my limbs.

I ignore the repercussions that could be catastrophic.

I don’t care.

Lust builds brick by brick, a wall blocking the logical consequences. It can’t be helped, being a sadistic monster is etched into my genes.

The veil of humanity abandons me, falling away like a wolf shedding its sheep’s clothing. What I am in her eyes is simply a damned monster. Unfeeling. Famished.

“Elio.”

Her whimper pushes away the ringing shadows around me. She draws a gasping breath, and my lungs mimic hers before I realize I can breathe again.

She stares into the vicious amber of my eyes and catches her breath again, wanting me to know she’s using the fleeting emotions in my eyes to guide her.

Asking me to give her permission to live, to breathe.

A scorching surge crashes from my stomach to the throbbing girth inside her small pussy. Powerful sensations knock my heart into a chaotic rattle when I topple over her tense form.

I can feel her shaking without touching her. I lean down and press my chest to her perky tits, aligning our hearts together as I settle comfortably between her thighs.

Grazing her side as my hand travels up, her tattered nerves recoil before I’m taken aback by the impossible tightness around my cock.

The world could burn to ashes, and I wouldn’t leave her slippery cunt.

Every inch of my fat cock is experiencing varying sensations. The base feels the little hole clamping down like a vise, the wide girth swells against her squishy walls, and the drooling tip nudges a spongy spot that sucks on me in a whole different way.

I hold her neck, a habitual action as I caress her erratic pulse. Her sobbing gets worse, but it’s soft and muffled.

“In pain?” I ask with blasé kindness.

She shakes her head and presses her nose into the column of my neck. “Too big.”

Rather than it being a painful experience, her body is relaxed as her soaked pussy pulses. Her soppy release helps with the stretching, but it’s not enough to help her fully accommodate me.

“What can I do, darling?” I purr into her ear as I slowly rock my hips.

A filthy squelch pops into the air. She’s drenched, and the Egyptian silk sheets will have to be tossed out. The slippery juices gushing from her pussy will soak through to the mattress.

She shyly licks her lips and gawkily peers into my eyes. “Can you kiss me?”

I hold her neck, but I don’t keep crushing pressure there. It’s enough to make her obedient while still mercifully close to the thin line of acceptance. Willa has just started to fully accept me without hesitation in her heart; I don’t want her to paddle backward.

She sighs heavily against my lips, murmuring thoughtless gratitude for my kindness as I grind down on her clit. Warm stringy cum smears her little soiled bud, gliding and squishing with each slow deep thrust.

A worried squeak leaves her as I slowly squeeze her neck. Her sweet pussy responds with synchronized pulses when her throat bobs. Helpless and aroused, Willa finds purchase on my wrist as her fingers shakily wrap around it.

Instead of pulling away, she presses my hand tighter on her neck.

What a bizarre change.

She squirms, lifting her hips to chase after my thrusts. I angle my hips and harshly press her clit down, scraping and rubbing roughly to get her coiling cunt to cum.

A guttural whine wrenches from her lips as her body seizes. Her pretty eyes screw tightly shut, and her tears fall with a distressed sob.

It’s heavenly when her soaked cunt flutters ravenously, sucking my cock deeper into her welcoming hole and slurping the thick girth for virile cum.

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