Page 126 of When Hearts Awaken

Madness burns through my veins as I deliver slap after slap on her heaving tits, watching as her skin beads with sweat, pinkening under my torture. I pinch those hard nipples taunting me, then take one in, suckling it before biting it…hard.

“Charles!” she shrieks, her body bowing back. She clutches my shoulder for dear life.

“Color.”

“Green, oh fuck yes!” She thrashes before me as I switch breasts and pinch her other nipple.

Blood roars in my ears. My throbbing cock curls tightly around my stomach as cum leaks out all over, dripping down the length.

I pull back and look at her, finding her body twitching, her hands limp at her sides, her mouth dropping open. Her long legs splayed wide, so she’s almost sitting on top of the bar in splits.

Her tights are soaked between her legs, the wet spot beckoning me to tend to it next.

Leaning down, I listen to her harried gasps of air, and I lick up from her neck to her ear before whispering, “Look at you, my dirty little slut is leaking all over her clothes. Do you need to come, my darling minx?”

She nods eagerly, her hands running up my body, her nails scraping over my muscles.

“What are you thinking of right now?” I whisper before sucking on my favorite part of her neck, where her pulse batters against her skin.

Taylor whimpers, her tits arching up, head dropping back and hitting the mirror behind her as I suckle that tender area, nipping her the way she likes.

“Answer me.”

Rapid breaths flutter past her lips and she rasps, “N-Nothing. Only you. Oh fuck, Charles.”

I deliver a hard slap on her pussy, and she screeches and twitches. “Try again.”

“S-Sir,” she moans and I rub her piercing through her panties. Fuck, she’s completely soaked through.

“Color?”

“Green. Always green with you.” She grabs my face, forcing me to look at her. “Because you make me feel safe.”

Raw possession buries me in a landslide, and I slam my mouth against hers, swallowing her moans, her cries, her words of love and trust.

I don’t deserve her, but I’m a selfish man who’ll take anything she’ll give me.

My hands travel down her body, squeezing her heavy tits, scraping her smooth belly before landing between her legs.

“I need to get to your pretty pussy, okay?” I murmur, the remnants of logic in my mind remembering the trauma she went through.

Taylor whimpers and nods. She clutches me tighter.

With a rough yank, I tear the seam of the tights, the sound of it ripping fanning the inferno in my veins. Quickly, I tear off her lacy panties before throwing them to the ground.

My mind mad with lust and love, I step back, needing to admire my masterpiece.

Taylor looks shell-shocked, her face still wet with tears, sweat, and cum, her luscious hair tangled and sticking to her pale skin like artwork. Her tits are trembling, shaking with each breath, the moonlight rippling across her body, highlighting the scratches, bite marks, the pinkened areas where I slapped her earlier. Her leotard hangs loosely at her sides, tattered and torn.

My minx’s legs are parted, her tights still fully intact except for the large hole ripped between her legs, which bares her beautiful plump pussy lips slick with juices, the little barbell glinting under the moonlight.

She looks depraved, debauched, and one hundred fucking percent mine.

Fisting my cock, which is thickening and lengthening by the second, I watch her eyes pinned on my movements, her pupils large and dark, that damn tongue sneaking out again, like she’s imagining my taste.

“Are you on the pill?” I ask, suddenly remembering I don’t have a condom with me. “I don’t have protection. I’m tested and clear.”

Taylor startles as she registers my question, and tears her gaze away from my cock. She nods. “I’ve always been on it ever since that night.”

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