Page 63 of Torrid Passion
Slap.
“You stopped taking care of your fake boyfriend,” he chuckles. I roll my eyes, even though he can’t see me. “My cock is begging for relief,” he tells me.
I resume my mission.
Soon, I’m bouncing off him like it’s nobody’s business.
“Holy Jesus,” I pant.
Loki grabs a handful of my ass with both hands, and strings together some unintelligible words as his cock plows deep.
I almost buckle. Almost. But his solid grip keeps me going.
“That’s it, my little slut, bounce off my big balls.”
Between his dirty commands and the slapping of our skin, I don’t know what to do with myself.
“Feel every angry vein on Big Stallion’s cock.”
Big Stallion?
Slap.
“Argh,” I grunt.
“Oh, yeah, baby, that’s it,” Loki rasps. “I’ve waited so fucking long for this.”
“So have I,” I sob.
“The way your ass fans out over Big Stallion’s cock is something else.”
I really shouldn’t be this turned on about this big stallion business.
“Harder!” he orders.
Up and down. Up and down.
“I said, harder!”
A sheen of sweat covers my forehead and my back as I lose myself to the moment.
“Fuck, Kyla,”
My heart is about to stop.
His thundering pace has me moaning and praying at the same time.
The sensation of him deep inside me, stretching me, is indescribable. He fucks me like a man—not a boy.
“Squeeze the cum right out of my big heavy balls.”
He’s going to make me come.
“Force me to shoot my hot load up your pretty little pussy.”
“For the love of God, Loki, no more,” I implore.
Slap.
