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Fuck me.
I can smell her sweet cunt from here, so I start my feast there. I lift her legs in the air, tugging her body so I can bury my faceinto it. My tongue roughly enters her, and I groan, wishing she could feel this. I squeeze her ass cheeks as I get my fill, my dick dangerously hard as I eat her cunt. She trembles beneath me, and I continue, easing her back to the bed as I finger fuck her tight hole.
Her tits bounce with my thrusts, and I can’t resist fucking her any longer. I stare down at her, her cunt juice coating my mouth and chin as I wonder how to take her first.
Missionary. I want to kiss her.
Such a romantic,the voices sigh as I part her thighs.
Her cunt glistens, swollen and pink but oh so inviting.
She wants you.
She does.
I line up with her entrance, jerking my dick against the opening as I moan. Just the tip, fuck, it’s deadly. But then I can’t stand it anymore, and I raise onto my palms, watching as my dick slides home in one thrust.
She doesn’t move, and I’m fully inside of her.
I still, my breath hitching as I savor the moment, the heat and tightness enveloping me. This shouldn’t feel as euphoric as it does.
“God, you feel good,” I mutter, driven by a primal need to possess her completely. My fingers dig into her hips, holding her firmly as I start moving—slowly at first, letting myself get lost in how perfect she feels around me. I lean forward, wanting to inch closer to her face, to see if she’ll respond even in her unconscious state.
The warmth of her body beneath me is intoxicating. The friction builds a fire inside, and I press deeper, harder.
“Give in, Luella,” I whisper as I thrust again, my voice barely audible over her soft breaths. “Let it happen.”
There’s a part of me that revels in the illusion of control, in the way I can bend her body to my will while she lies there,blissfully unaware. It’s sick; the deeper I go, the more I feel the tightening grip of satisfaction. My mind races—what am I doing?
You’re fucking what’s yours.
I shouldn’t be doing this. But the hunger inside me won’t stop, no matter how much I fight it. What would she think if she knew how twisted I am? Would she ever forgive me? Of course not. I’m beyond redemption, but I can’t stop.
I focus on the intoxicating sight of her beneath me. I want to mark this moment, imprint it in my memory—an act of claiming, of ownership. I thrust harder, feeling her body welcome me deeper.
I’m too fucking close to the edge, my thrusts growing frenzied, the rush overwhelming my senses. I can feel the tension building, an electric energy crackling between us. Each move sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through me, blurring the lines between pain and ecstasy.
“God, yes,” I groan, clawing at the remnants of sanity I have left. I can’t stop, don’t want to stop, driven by an insatiable desire to explore every inch of her, to drown any remnants of her fight within me.
Her body curves sweetly beneath mine, a perfect fit, and I give in to the primal urge that whispers to drown her in pleasure, to erase her struggles beneath my weight. Every thrust feels like an assertion of dominance, a claim over the life she’s fought so hard to escape, and yet here we are, locked in this moment of chaos and dark intimacy.
As I push deeper still, a harsh truth cuts through the haze—this isn’t just about possession, but also a reflection of my own insidious craving for control. She’s not just a toy to play with; she’s my fascinating twin flame.
Even asleep, her body reacts to me, drawing me closer, urging me into this deepening darkness. I pull back only to drive forward again, relishing the sensation of slipping in and out,grasping at the familiar tether of pleasure layered beneath the harshness of reality. I can’t help it.
I lean down, pressing my lips against her throat, my body rocking against hers in a feverish rhythm. My voice turns hoarse, filled with need and a hollow sense of regret that only fuels me further. “You should hate me, but you don’t. You’re still here with me. I?—”
A strangled breath escapes me as I peak, her body still motionless beneath me. I fill her sweet, warm cunt with everything I have, the sensation overwhelming as my hips slow, the euphoria of the moment beginning to trickle away.
I stare down at the sight of my throbbing dick buried deep inside her soft, wet cunt. I’m captivated by her breath, the contrast between her vulnerability and my desire sending shivers down my spine.
I’m so fucked for this girl.
Chapter 28
Luella
Iwake up feeling like I’ve been hit by a truck. My head throbs, and as I blink away the blurriness, confusion sets in. The ropes and handcuffs that had been restraining me are gone. I sit up slowly, wincing at the dull ache between my legs.
