Page 62 of Tyrant

Tyrant’s right hand moves down my body and then around my hip. His fingers are aggressive with a mission in mind. Sliding against my lower belly and my soft mound, going right between my legs. Two fingers hooking against my swollen clit, pressing hard. All the while the two fingers on his left hand fuck my pussy.Hard.

I lift my head and look up at my wrists. I’m handcuffed to the bed. My wrists hurt once again. My arms are at a terrible angle. My shoulders feel like they’re going to rip away once again. The muscles in my chest stretch too. Anything that resembles pain gets worked over as pleasure.

Tyrant focuses on the lower half of my body. My pussy and clit are his playground, except his fingers aren’t playing. They mean business. He knows how to touch. Where to touch. He knows the speed too. He turns his fingers around and curls fast in a downward motion. Stroking myG-spotover and over. His other fingers tease my clit and then he uses his pointer finger and thumb to grab my clit and pull.

My body responds as I jump and buck. I groan and cry out. My body is so tired, dehydrated, hungry… and yet I’m about to come.

“Let go of it,claimed one,” Tyrant orders. “I need to stroke my cock using your cum.”

I whimper and curl my toes. My body bucks again. The tsunami size wave of climatic pleasure rushes between my legs.

Once it starts, Tyrant’s touch disappears. That makes me cry out and I strain so hard to look back at him.

I look just in time to see Tyrant dropping his jeans and his thick cock lunging forward. He’s thick and throbbing. He grabs himself with his left hand, rubbing my wetness against his steel-like shaft. His right hand grabs my right hip.

“Up,” he says, the only word needed.

I move to my knees, my hips and ass lifting into the air. My upper body aches even more now. Trying to find some kind of balance is impossible with the way my shoulders are holding all the weight of my body. Tyrant helps.

His right hand touches my chest, his hand big enough to touch both of my breasts at the same time. Behind me, between my legs, I feel the monstrous swell of Tyrant’s cock against me. He spreads my lips open and thenfucks.

His cock slams into me so hard, my legs completely give out. As I start to drop down to the bed, he grabs me and holds me on my knees.

He pumps his throbbing cock back and forth, once again claiming depths inside my body as his own. I stretch and wrap around him. The harder he fucks, the more my body pulses. Learning his movements. Appreciating his size. My body still receives that intensetearingsensation when he fucks really hard.

Which he is doing right now.

He’s thrusting so hard and so fast, my body can no longer keep up. My knees are wobbly and my feet are pointed in, toes curled tight. His left hand holds my left ass cheek so hard, there will be a handprint left for a while. His right hand creeps up to my throat, where he grabs me, ever-so-gently threatening to cut off my air supply, but he never truly does. Just this intense teasing that only makes my body hotter and feel crazier.

“All fucking mine, Sera,” Tyrant growls.

Hearing him use my name…God, it’s so fucking sexy.

He then slams his body forward and takes my hips with both hands, then lifts me up off the bed and holds me there as he starts to ejaculate inside me. My entire body floats over the bed. Wrists cuffed to the headboard with Tyrant holding my lower half.

I feel his explosive cum clinging and grabbing at my insides. His entire body throbbing in unison, its only purpose to deposit himself into me. Over and over.

Tyrant then lets me go and I drop down to the bed. My shoulders pull at a terrible angle and I cry out in pain.

Tyrant pulls his cock out of my body, leaving my inner thighs shaking and wanting more, then he moves up my body a little bit. His throbbing cock slaps and rests against my back. Slippery and soaked, his cum and mine mixed together. He grabs for the handcuffs and opens them, right one first, then the left.

Now my entire body is face down on the bed. My shoulders scream with relief. My pussy shivers with relief.

Tyrant climbs off the bed, tucks his cock away and adjusts his jeans as need be. He crouches down and touches my face, moving my hair out of the way. Our eyes meet.

“I’ll get you something to eat and drink,” he says. “Then you’re going to shower and get dressed. I have something to do so you’ll be here without me.”

My head pops up. “No…”

“Relax,claimed one,” Tyrant growls. “You’ll be with Demo. He’s going to be here.”

“Where do you have to go?” I ask.

“You don’t get to ask that.”

Tyrant stands and walks out of the bedroom.

He gives me chicken noodle soup, which tastes heavenly. I feel so out of it and hungover, which has to be normal for whatever I took, plus sleeping for almost twenty-four hours.

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