Page 225 of Cruel Devotion

It was no longer just about a physical act; it was a dance of souls.

Every thrust brought forth ecstasy.

“Oh, Lei.” Her hands roamed over my back and down to my ass, urging me on.

“Moni.” With every stroke into her delicious wet warmth, a guttural groan echoed from my lips. “Oh, Moni.”

This woman had completely undone me.

I was powerless, and I didn’t care.

I just couldn’t get enough.

My desire for her was insatiable.

My body demanded more.

It craved it.

More contact.

More heat.

More friction.

More connection.

We continued to move in sync, each push met with an eager pull. It was like her body knew mine and mine hers.

Her eyes locked onto mine, gleaming with pleasure and love so profound it threatened to consume me.

Sweat trickled down my forehead.

Lost in Moni’s pleasure, I dove deep into her, buried my face in her neck, and breathed her in, thrusting my cock into her the whole time.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.” Her body shivered under mine as she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist. “Oh. Lei.”

Fuck. Is she cumming? Because I’m about to explode.

“Moni. . .” My voice strained with the overwhelming surge of pleasure.

“Oh. Oh.”

The rhythm of our bodies became frantic, primal. Our connection deepened, transcending mere physical contact. Each thrust brought me closer to the edge, to that blissful moment.

“Lei!” Her body spasmed beneath mine, her nails bit into my back, and it was a delicious pain.

That pussy clamped down on my cock squeezing and completely catching me by surprise.

I cried out in shock. “Ohhhhhhhhh!”

My grip on her tightened as I barely made one final thrust, plunging deep inside and spilling cum into her. “Ohhh, fuckkk!”

Violent, monstrous waves of ecstasy washed over me. My entire body quaked.

While I thought I had experienced an orgasm before, I had been wrong.

This was. . .very fucking, goddamn different from all the other times.

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