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Ava
The cloth tears. I yelp, glancing down to find he’s torn my camisole right down the middle. He lowers his mouth to my breast and bites down on my nipple.
"Oh, my god," I huff, "Baron."
"Shh." His hot breath sears my skin. He licks the swollen bud, then turns his attention to my other breast. He swirls his tongue around the nub of my nipple, and my pussy clenches. He glances up at me as he closes his hot mouth around my aching flesh. Goosebumps rise on my skin. He increases the pressure around my neck and my breath catches.
"Baron," I whisper, "please."
He bares his teeth as he reaches between us. He slides his fingers inside my panties. His fingertips brush my soaking center and I shudder. Closing his palm around my pussy, he squeezes. Heat shivers out from his touch. I squeeze my thighs together, trapping his hand there, and his eyes gleam.
"Who does your pussy belong to, Ava?" he growls.
"You," I groan, "it belongs to you."
He slides two fingers inside me and I gasp, "And your cunt?" he asks. "Who does your cunt belong to?"
"You," I gasp, "only you."
He brings his face close to mine, as he pulls out his fingers, only to shove them in between my lips.
"And your mouth?" His gaze intensifies, "Who does your mouth belong to?"
"You." The sound emerges garbled as I speak through his fingers, "You, Baron."
He nods. He pulls his fingers out, wipes them on my chest, and the gesture is so filthy, so hot that I have to squeeze my thighs together again. His nostrils flare and a pulse beats to life at his temples. He reaches down to slide his fingers between my arse cheeks. His fingers brush my backhole and I flinch. "And this hole?" He growls, "Who will you let inside here, sweet Eve?"
"You." I moan, "only you—"
He pulls back, only to shove his fingers between us. He snaps the delicate strap that holds up my panties and I shiver. He reaches down, positions his dick against my entrance. "I am going to fuck you now, Eve."
He hooks an arm under my knee, pulling up my leg so it is bent and next to my chest, then he plunges forward.
A scream rips from me as he buries himself to the hilt. Too much. Too full. I throw my arms about his shoulders, holding on, as he stays there, filling me, stretching me, possessing me. His dick throbs inside of me. Every hard ridge imprinted against my melting channel.
"Fuck," he groans, "you’re so fucking tight, Eve."
He pulls out, then propels his hips and impales me again. His balls slap against my butt, his cock lengthens, thickens, as he begins to fuck me. He pounds up and into me, and my entire body bucks. The headboard of the bed hits the wall, something crashes to the ground. I can’t stop the giggle that bubbles up, and his gaze intensifies. "You find this funny, Eve?"
His fingers around my throat tighten as he pulls out, stays poised at the rim of my entrance, only to propel forward as he buries himself inside me again and again. He hits that spot deep inside of me that makes me tremble.
"Oh, my god, Baron. Oh, Baron."
He thrusts into me again as his fingers tighten around my neck. Darkness mars the edge of my vision as he pounds into me. The climax rips up my legs, threatens to overwhelm me. That’s when he loosens his grip on my neck. He lowers his mouth to mine and commands, "Come," and I shatter.
My orgasm shrieks over me, or maybe that’s me screaming. He closes his mouth over mine, absorbs every last sound I make as he continues to nail me. In and out, in and out. My entire body shudders. The aftershocks grip me as he rips his mouth from mine, pushes his forehead against mine and groans. He pulls out of me, releasing his hold on my neck and leans back on his haunches as he comes.
He paints my stomach and chest with hot streams of white. He drags his fingers up his cock as he squeezes out every last drop. Then he rubs his cum into my breasts, down my stomach, into my pussy. Then he flips me over. He pulls me up so I am poised on my knees and forearms. He scoops up the cum, slathers it into my back entrance, then fits himself there. I stiffen and he winds his fingers around the nape of my neck. "Shh," he whispers, "I’ve got you, Eve."
I swallow as he leans down and kisses my shoulder. He nibbles his way up to my cheek, urging my face toward him. Then he kisses me. He presses his mouth to mine, licking my lips, sucking on my tongue. Warmth fills my chest. He slips inside my backhole and I groan. He swallows the sound. Brings his other hand around to play with my pussy lips. He slides one finger inside my cunt, and a whine slips from my lips. He works two fingers, then three, and it’s so full, so much. Every hole of my body is filled with Baron. His touch, his lips, his fingers, his cock as he slips in through the tightness. He presses his heel into the nub of my clit, as he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth. Simultaneously he plunges forward, owns my arse as his dick throbs in my back channel. He begins to move, sawing in and out of me, as his cock seems to thicken inside of me. That feeling of fullness as he slides one more finger inside my pussy is too much. Too soon. Oh, my god. I am going to—
"Come," he growls against my mouth, "come all over my fingers."
The orgasm floors me. It seems to go on and on. My knees give way and it’s his hold on my nape that keeps me upright. He thrust into me one more time, then buries his face in my neck. He bites down on my shoulder, as his dick throbs and he empties himself inside of me.
My eyelids flutter down, and I slump. I am vaguely aware of him leaving me, and I protest.
