Page 20 of Gladiator's Captive
Chapter Eleven
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Rager
Her scent invaded my brain, female and musky, so strong after her repeated climaxes that I knew I would never forget it. Her entire body vibrated with a delicious, irresistible submission to my every whim, like she couldn’t fight her need for my utter and total possession of her body and soul.
And possess her I would.
My balls were so tight they hurt and the throbbing in my cock was a pulsing ache that only knew one cure. To take that woman for myself, bury my need deep in her soft body and make her quiver around my flesh as I stripped her bare and to her core essence.
She was mine. Utterly and completely mine.
I felt the virgin seal around her hole stretch as I pushed my cock deeper. It was already weak from being stretched around my fingers. I allowed gravity to push me further until it ripped around the tip of my cock. She cried out, but I didn’t stop. I embedded myself inside her until she was impaled on my cock, my balls against her soft, wet folds. My hands found her face as she breathed deep, her body struggling to accommodate mine. My fingers dug in her flesh as she tried to turn her head away.
“No, you will look at me while I fuck you.” The order made her eyes glisten and her mouth opened slightly. My thumb slid in there, finding moisture and heat, making the pulse in my balls even stronger. “I will fuck you hard. I will always fuck you hard, I will never be gentle.”
She didn’t answer. Didn’t need to.
I didn’t wait. Didn’t go gentle. She was afraid of me, of my size, and she should be.
She had awakened the beast below the surface and now, it was about to devour her.
I pulled back almost completely, then back in. And again. And again, always faster and harder, as deep as I could.
Sensations spread on her delicate, fine features, so open and easy to read. Her face was flushed and her eyes glazed over as a female pleasure began to build anew in her flesh. I could feel her quiver around my cock, her slick walls sucking me in. The tip of my cock grew bigger, harder as my own climax approached.
Then her small, dainty hands went to her nipples, pinching and pulling on the taut, beaded flesh. The sight of her playing with her breasts made me wild, unleashing the instincts I had always kept tightly controlled.
I lifted her in my arms, flipping her over so she had to brace her hands on the stone; her rounded, perfect ass was up to my view, beautifully red from my severe punishment.
Perfect. Mine.
I fucked her. Really fucked her.
My cock stroked the walls of her pussy as I hammered into her like the animal I was. Her knuckles turned white as she pushed against the stone to fend off my attack. I wanted to see her face as I came, so I grabbed a fistful of her glorious, curly hair and pulled her head back.
She moaned and pushed against me with her hips, answering blow for blow, totally unleashed as pleasure grew inside her. I could feel it, that quivering of her core, ready to explode into an orgasm.
I wanted to feel it, milking my cock and accepting my seed, deep into her flesh.
Her throat was bent, the sublime pulse of her jugular visible under her pale skin.
Female. Vulnerable. There for the taking.
