Page 47 of Whispered Desire

Fully clothed in flimsy pajamas.

And each time, I grit my teeth and restrain the urge to bury my cock in her soft body—all in the name of letting her adjust. I pleasure her with my hands. With my mouth. But we're past that now.

Both naked.

Both hungry for more.

Stroking myself, I allow my gaze to lazily roam over the beautiful pale curves laid before me like a gourmet feast for prisoners on death row.

Allie will be my last meal.

The first woman I've ever claimed for myself.

The last woman I'll ever fuck.

“How sweet you look… My prized little Angel wet and needy for a bastard like me.” Her swollen pussy contracts around nothing at the sound of my voice. So responsive. So eager to be stuffed full.

Allie licks her lips while her clouded stare bounces between my thick cock and my face before landing somewhere above my head as a scarlet blush stains her skin from cheeks to cunt.

“I've never…” Her throat works through a nervous swallow. “I've never done this before. Except with a… a dildo,” she admits, her voice cracking on the last word.

With her glasses magnifying her pretty blue eyes, she looks even more innocent. A sacrifice to my barbaric cravings.

Satisfaction seeps into my bones. Soothes the feral beast clawing to the surface. The one desperate to pump the innocent pussy before me with its first cock. To drown it in my hot seed.

“Quel plaisir de vous voir… A pure little virgin. My Angel to fuck and debauch.”

She whimpers at the promise.

“Tell me, dirty girl, was your dildo as large as me?” Her gaze unerringly finds my cock, my fist wrapped tightly around the base, pointing it directly at her cunt.

“N-No,” she stutters.

“Are you sure? Perhaps we should test it.” I step closer, notching the head at her entrance before dropping my hands to her hips. The fleshy love handles push between my fingers, and I love the give of her body. It begs me to sink into its warm comforts.

How can I refuse its plea?

The answer isI fucking can't. I thrust forward, burying myself deep until my pelvis rubs against her swollen clit.

“Mathias!” Her nails scratch at my arms, the island, anything for purchase.

Rearing back, I plunge forward again, harder.

“Tell me, when you pleasured yourself in the dark of the night, did that measly sex toy stretch your tight little cunt like my fat cock? Did it make you burn? Did it make you drip and soak your mattress?” I ask with filthy curiosity.

I batter in and out of her giving body, each pounding thrust causing a ripple effect on her bountiful curves. Her heavy breasts bouncing. Her belly wobbling. I eat up the view—devouring her with my eyes—and feel a moment of regret for not feasting on her juicy little pussy first.

“No, it didn't... It didn't feel like this. I've never felt like this, Mathias.”

Each word sounds like it’s pulled from the depths of her, and that's where I want to be, embedded inside the very fabric of Allie's being, owning every single atom of her delicious body and soul.

My sweet little submissive.

Mine.Mine. Mine.

Unbearable pleasure shoots straight to my dick, and with one final thrust, I roar my release, stuffing her full of thick ropes of cum, our combined juices seeping out between us in an obscene display.

“I'm the only man who will ever make you feel this way. You belong to me, Allie Angel.” My thumb drops to her clit, and it doesn't take long before she comes again, her orgasm sucking my balls dry.

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