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“I need you,” I begged.
His ensuing grin should have scared me, but my core seized tight with rampant arousal. I felt a rush of wetness between my thighs, and I knew I was even more soaked than I had been before. He reached down and fisted his dick in his hand, stroking it, once, then twice, and my mouth watered.
The size of his cock was so much larger than before. I stared down at it with a feral hunger, and my hips unconsciously rose toward it. I wanted it to take me hard. Everything about him reminded me of a wild beast, but my body was demanding all of it. Every last massive inch of him. Inside me. Reminding me that I was his.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice dark and dangerous.
“Yes. Please,” I pleaded again.
“Good,” he answered.
He slid his cock up and down my pussy, causing me to shudder with utter bliss. I bit my lip and curled my arms around the back of his shoulders, waiting for him to take me.
And he did. He took me extraordinarily hard.
He pistoned his hips forward, and his cock slammed into my entrance with desperate fervor so roughly that I screamed. The size and length of his shaft took my breath away. I’d been craving him for so long that my body shuddered. It hurt as my body tried to cope with his massive cock. There was no way I could have prepared to take his entire length, but I did. It hurt, but I liked how it felt, how his cock stretched my body wide for him. Pain and pleasure warred within me, a brutal intoxicating mixture that left me crying out as I pressed myself up against him.
The first time he had fucked me had been rough and hard. This time, he was savage. There wasn’t even an ounce of gentleness in the way he took me now. His hips jerked back and forth, forcing the entire length of his cock in and out of my pussy with ruthless force. I screamed. I cried, but he was giving me exactly what I wanted and well and truly needed.
My pussy clamped down hard around his cock, and I arched my back in order to take him more deeply. Intense pleasure raced through me, and the orgasm that I had been denied for so long raged forth.
The barrier that had kept me from coming by myself fell away. I was no longer held captive by that terrible wall. I was free to come for my mate.
“Please,” I moaned.
“Come for me, little Lupenii. Come for me all over my cock,” he demanded.
I came so hard that I saw stars.
Sizzling fiery ecstasy sliced through me, hot and blistering in its intensity. Every nerve in my body fired at once with merciless force. I shook. I trembled. I screamed and still he fucked me harder. His cock was ruthless. I struggled to keep still, but his hands snaked around my waist, and he made me take it. He fucked me viciously and without an ounce of restraint.
I could feel his fingers gripping my hips, and I knew that I would wear the marks for days. I liked that.
Having been denied pleasure for so long made this particular orgasm more vicious than any single orgasm I’d ever had. It seemed to last forever, and I could feel myself drowning in the pleasurable bliss of it all. His body and mine became one. In that moment, I felt myself become his. Completely.
My body was his. My pleasure was his. My pain was his. My orgasms were his.
He owned every part of me.
One of his hands released my hip and snaked up my belly to caress my throat. He tightened his grip, hard enough to remind me of his strength and power over me. My inner walls fluttered around his cock, and I cried out for him.
He spread the fingers of the hand still holding my hip wide enough so that his thumb settled over my clit. Then he rubbed that single digit over my sensitive bundle of nerves, and I lost myself. I shattered. For him.
The shaft of his cock began to gyrate against my inner walls, pushing me higher and higher into an endless frenzy of passionate, inescapable bliss.
Blinding white pleasure beat through me at a furious pace, and I was helpless against it. I lost control and broke apart as he fucked me. I came so hard that tears started dripping down my cheeks. He groaned and pistoned his hips hard into my pelvis. He pounded into me so savagely that the table broke beneath us. We fell to the floor with a resounding crash, but neither of us cared. We had each other, and nothing was going to come between us ever again.
He was my mate, and I was his.
He released my throat and growled fiercely. He rolled over onto his back and pulled me on top of him. I was left with no choice but to take the entire length of his cock deep into my pussy, and I cried out with pain and pleasure. I could no longer differentiate between the two, but it didn’t really matter.
“Ride me, my little Lupenii. Ride me hard knowing that only I can grant you pleasure. Ride me hard thinking about the fact that you are mine and mine alone,” he purred, and my pussy convulsed around his thick length.
I rolled my hips tentatively at first, but as I started to become surer of myself, my movements increased in tempo. Back and forth, then up and down. Over and over again as his thumb pressed over my clit.
Pleasure. Pain. Perfection.
I screamed as my body convulsed with a third orgasm. I placed my palms on his chest for support and used them as leverageto move my body harder and faster. He let me control my own pleasure as I came on top of him, at least for a little while.
