Page 67 of The Arrogant's Surrender

Minutes pass, and I thrust without mercy. She gags a few times but seems hungry, eager.

I push my hips forward, hitting the back of her throat, and she moans shamelessly.

I’m still holding back. I don’t want to scare her during this first time, but the sounds she makes while sucking me are stealing every ounce of my sanity.

She takes me entirely into her hot mouth, and I’m so close to release that I force myself to stop.

I don’t let her think. I lie down on the bed and pull her over my face.

Our bodies are slick with sweat, the scent of sex filling the air.

"Ride my tongue. Feed me with this pussy."

I grip her waist and guide her down a few times, drinking in her essence until I make her come.

She still seems dazed when I sit up, and with her straddling me, I guide myself to her entrance.

I capture her mouth in a deep kiss, and her hands hold my face, pinning me, devouring me with the same hunger I feel for her.

I fuck her mouth with my tongue as I slowly lower her onto my hard cock.

She lets out an anguished moan, clutching my shoulders—I think unsure whether to push me away or pull me closer.

The pleasure of beginning to slide inside her is wild, almost painful.

Gradually, Brooklyn moves on top of me, snaking her beautiful body, taking me into her tight, wet pussy.

"I’m clean. I’ve never fucked without protection." I have her medical report and know she’s healthy too. "Let me go raw inside you."

Her eyes widen, and I remain still, waiting for her decision.

The slight nod of her head is almost imperceptible. I don’t wait any longer, and gripping her ass firmly, I guide her all the way down.

The sensation of her clenching around me is so exquisite that I have to close my eyes.

She doesn’t move, completely filled, impaled on my cock.

Her breath is ragged, and her sex clenches in tiny spasms. I’ve barely begun, and she’s already close to coming again.

Before moving, I grab her hair, forcing her to look at me, and whisper:

"Mine.”

Athanasios

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Her sex strugglesto take me, and when I make her ride me, she whimpers.

I settle her fully onto me again and slide my hand between our bodies.

“Shhh . . . no rush.”

I kiss her mouth as I massage her clit.

“I’m crazy about you, Brooklyn. I won’t hurt you. This is all about pleasure,aggele mou. I’ll teach you to take me. You’re soaking wet. Your body is craving to be claimed.”

She shivers, and using my shoulders for support, she lifts her hips, tentatively starting to rise and fall.

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