Page 33 of Sinful Submission

Another snarl from him, and I was about to cum all over his dick.

“This pussy is so fuckin’ good. Fuck!”

He pivoted and stroked side to side, dipped, dug, and drove that daggered hook deep into my core.

“Titaaaaaan! Baby! Baby! Baby!”

He stepped forward and sucked in my lips, grinding and pumping, making my ears pop, and my body seized when my orgasm tore through me.

“Aaaaaah!” I shut my eyes tight. “Oh!”

My heart felt like it would fall out of my chest.

“Open your eyes.”

“No.”

Titan bit my neck, sucked my throat until it stung, and fucked me relentlessly. Sure, I had asked for it, and no, I didn’t regret it but got damn, he had really been holding back. And I was happy I’d pushed him into giving me what was mine.

His bite became more intense, and his drive was eager to stay the course and keep me shoved against the wall.

Stings and popping sounds from our flesh mixed with our moans, his grunts, and my purrs.

“Oh, I’m about to cum again!”

He slowed, and I slapped his shoulder. “No! No!”

He pulled his mouth from my neck to look at me.

“You signed your name on the dotted line saying I was yours and you were ours, did you not, Santari?”

I frowned. “What the fuck type of question?—”

“Answer me.”

“Yes! Of fuckin’ course!”

“Don’t ever accuse me of fuckin’ someone else again. You hear me?”

“I swear to God if you don’t stop playing with me!” I slapped his shoulder and his chest, and he laughed - a dark, sinister sound right as his strokes powered again, and I came on his dick - again.

“Oooooh fuck yes!”

“You have no idea how far my obsession for you goes.” He nutted inside me, and it took restraint not to jump from his arms and take it down my throat.

“How far?” I moaned, my body humming with euphoric bliss.

“You’re about to find out.”

My lips curved into a smile. “You know I wanted that nut in my mouth.”

His mouth inhaled my lips and tongue, and he tightened his grip on me.

“Next time. I’ve been waiting to fill you with my cum for months.”

Our tongues swept together, and we vibrated against the shower wall, our bodies tingling and our souls clinging to one another.

As much asI wanted to sleep in, there were some things I needed to investigate. So I rose, brushed my teeth, oiled my skin, and dressed. But I couldn’t leave her. Strolling to the bed, I grabbed one of the wingback chairs and positioned it next to her sleeping form. Santari was stretched out with one leg peeking out the duvet, and the rest of her was snuggled under. She was my beauty, and I was one of her beasts. And I wondered if she knew I would always be there for her – even if the terms of our contract ended.

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