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“Get up here and on my cock,claimed one,” I order.

Serafina’s body wiggles as she slithers against me. Pressing her tits against my wet cock. Moving up, slowly with a ton of seduction. I grit my teeth and wrap my right hand around her throat. I have to snap back to reality. To our purpose here.

Fuck.

“Did I tell you to give me a fucking lap dance with your tits? Or did I tell you to get up and ride my cock?”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

“You should be.Fucking whore.”

There it is again. Those two words. They chisel away at Serafina’s soul. I can see it in her eyes. I open my right hand away from her throat and slap her across the face.

It takes a second after that for her to climb on top of me. Her sopping cunt already taking my cock. My hands reach for her ass, spreading her, finger tips touching the butt plug still inside her.

“Oh, fuck,” she says as her body starts to quiver.

I grab her hair and pull her head back. I kiss her neck, hard, my teeth grazing her skin. Myclaimed oneis already coming. That’s okay. I’ve built her up to this point. It’s expected.

I hold her down against me, my cock filling her to an impossible level as she throbs and layers my cock over and over with her desire.

She looks down at me, lust in her eyes. I lift my mouth up to hers. We kiss, hard and wild.

Fuck.

I break the kiss.

“Want to know where I was,claimed one?” I blurt out.

“Yes,” she whispers with a slight purr.

“I was fulfilling another woman’s fantasy,” I tell her.

She gasps and jumps but I grab her ass harder, keeping my cock buried inside her.

“I’ll tell you everything that happened to her…while I fuck you…”

Serafina lets out an almost animalistic sound.

Yup… I’m breaking her piece by piece…

Chapter Twenty-Six

SERAFINA

I’m full.

And I’m not talking about the feeling after eating a meal. I’m talking about…

My fucking body.

Tyrant’s giant cock slides in and out of me at the speed he dictates by the way he moves me up and down on top. His hands hold my ass…and speaking of my ass…

The butt plug isn’t some large toy up there or anything, but still, there’s somethingup there. Somethinginside me back there.

That teardrop shape is somehow perfectly designed to slide right and have a certain kind of width that makes me feel tingly. A forbidden kind of tingle. My body pulses, unsure if I want to keep the object inside me or not. It’s a forever battle, tangled up between desire, fantasy, andwhat the fuck is going to happen next?

Tyrant moves his right hand to my lower back and holds there as his left hand slides up my body. I arch back a little, offering my chest, wanting him to take it. I want him to grab my breasts. I want him to squeeze, pinch, slap, bite.

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