Page 70 of Stalker

I smirk, pulling her up to meet my lips. "It's a start," I murmur against her mouth.

I guide Maryse to the edge of the bed, bending her over so her round ass is in the air. I run my hand over her smooth skin, admiring the view. "You look good like this," I growl, giving her a soft smack on the ass.

She yelps, then giggles. "More where that came from?"

I chuckle, positioning myself behind her. "All in good time, sweetheart." I slide into her, slow and steady. She moans, pushing back against me.

"That feels so good," she murmurs, her voice muffled by the mattress.

I give her another playful spank, this time on the other cheek. "And this?"

She squirms, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "Even better."

I pick up the pace, my thrusts becoming more insistent. Each time I slap her ass, it's a little harder, a little louder. She moans, her breath hitching as she takes it all.

"Harder, Bruticus," she pleads, her fingers gripping the sheets. "Give it to me harder."

I oblige, my hips moving faster, my hand coming down on her ass with a satisfying smack. She cries out, her body trembling with pleasure.

"You like that, don't you?" I growl, my voice low and rough.

"Yes," she gasps. "Yes, I do."

I feel her tighten around me, her body on the edge. I'm close too, the sensation building in my core. I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I drive into her.

"Come with me, Maryse," I command, my voice a low rumble.

And she does, her body convulsing as she screams my name. I come at the same time, my body shuddering with release. I grab the back of her head, pushing her face into the mattress as I continue to thrust, riding out the waves of pleasure.

She's panting, her body slick with sweat. I pull out, flipping her over onto her back. Her eyes are glazed, her cheeks flushed. She looks up at me, a satisfied smile on her lips.

"Again?" she asks, her voice a husky whisper.

I smirk, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. "Again," I confirm, ready to take her to new heights of pleasure.

I sit down on the bed, pulling Maryse into my arms. She's warm and soft, her skin slick with sweat. I arrange her so she's sitting on my cock, facing away from me. She lets out a soft gasp as she sinks down, taking me in fully.

"Bruticus..." she murmurs, her voice a husky whisper.

I lean back, my hands exploring her body. She starts to move, grinding herself on me, swiveling her hips like a storm at sea. The sight of her, the feel of her, it's intoxicating.

My hands find her breasts, cupping them, caressing them. I love the way her soft, pliant flesh bubbles up between my spurred fingers. She moans, her head falling back against my shoulder.

"You feel so good," she whispers, her voice ragged.

I nip at her ear, my voice a low rumble. "You should see how you look, Maryse. You're a goddess."

She chuckles, a soft, breathless sound. "And you're a poet, Bruticus."

I grin, my hands continuing their exploration. Her breath hitches as I pinch her nipples, rolling them between my fingers. She arches her back, her hips moving faster.

I can feel her tightening around me, her body on the edge. I lean in, my teeth grazing her shoulder. She shivers, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Bruticus... I'm close..." she pants.

I bite down, my teeth sinking into her flesh as she orgasms. She cries out, her body convulsing, her inner muscles clamping down on me. I growl, the taste of her blood in my mouth, the scent of her arousal filling my nostrils.

She's mine now, claimed as my mate forever. The thought sends a surge of possessiveness through me, and I hold her tighter, my cock pulsing inside her as I find my own release.

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