Page 67 of Unleashed
The pace turns savage, hips snapping forward, his cock angled to batter the deepest nerves. He pulls my hair harder, forcing my throat back so he can mark it, tongue dragging, teeth grazing, lips sucking until I’m nothing but sounds—cries, moans, filthy pleas pouring out of me without control.
My thighs tremble, spread wide for him, my belly pressing into the hard plane of his stomach as he cages me in. I drag my fingers down his back, sinking my nails into his ass, urging him in deeper. Needing him deeper.
A growl—a sound I feel inside my bones—tears free from his lips against my throat. The slap of wet flesh wraps around our moans, his cock dragging against every swollen, desperate nerve inside me. My body bows, trembling, clenching, and I can’t stop the cries pouring out.
“You feel that?” he whimpers breathlessly against my ear, hips snapping harder, faster. “That’s me owning you. That’s me fucking you so deep you’ll never forget who you belong to.”
“I’m yours,” I sob, the words tearing out of me, half scream, half prayer. “Always yours.”
He pulls back just enough to capture my gaze, sweat-slick and wild-eyed, his fingers digging into my jaw, forcing me to hold his stare as he starts grinding instead of slamming, swiveling his hips to hit new angles, dragging my pleasure out and scattering it across my nerves.
“Oh, my God.” I’m all breaths and quivers and uncontrolled gasps, my world reduced to this man inside of me, owning all my senses.
“Where do you want it, baby?” His voice is a growl, guttural filth. “Tell me. Where do you want my cum?”
“Inside. I need it inside me.”
His snarl scorches my ear as his hand slides from my jaw to my throat, squeezing just enough to make it a sweet torment. Hestarts to slam deeper, harder—his pelvis snapping against my clit.
“You’ll take it all. Every drop. You’ll wear it, drip it, dream it. Every time you feel it leaking out of you, you’ll know who fucking owns you.”
“Yes!” My scream rips through the room, my hips thrashing up to meet him. “Oh, God.”
His rhythm breaks, hips jerking erratically, like he’s coming undone. “Come for me, baby girl. Let me feel your pussy milk my cock. Show me whose cunt this is.”
My orgasm detonates, violent, my body convulsing, pussy strangling tight around him. Tears flood my vision as wave after wave wracks me, my voice shattering on cries I can’t hold back.
His roar follows, primal, animal, and his back arches, his thigh pressing upward into my ass as he tries to get deeper, his cock pulsing and throbbing.
“Take it,” he snarls, forehead pressed to mine, his voice breaking apart. “Take all my fucking cum.”
It’s thick, hot, endless, flooding so deep, so much it gushes out around him, down my thighs, soaking the sheets.
“I feel it,” I whimper, trembling, ruined. “God, I’ve missed your cum.”
“My little cum-worshipper,” he bites out, his thrusts slowing, going deep, forcing every drop into me. His hand holds my throat and his weight cages me, until I’m twitching, overstimulated, wrecked beneath him.
“God, Everly…” His voice is shredded, broken open, nothing but need. His forehead presses to mine, sweat and tears smearing between us. “I’ve been dying without you. Every fucking night, I needed this. Neededyou.I can’t—” his breath shudders, hoarse and desperate, “—I can’t survive without you.”
And then—his lips claim mine. Hard. His tongue fucks my mouth like he’s still trying to bury himself deeper, his cock twitching inside me with the last throbs of release.
His kiss is everything—filthy, desperate, devastating. When he finally drags his mouth from mine, it’s only to press it to my jaw, my throat, sucking, licking, tasting the sweat and tears he put there.
I’m shaking, breath catching, my cunt still spasming around him as his cock stays seated inside, locked so deep I swear I can feel him branding me. Every shift of his hips wrings more cum out of me, leaking down my ass, and I moan at the sensation.
“You feel it dripping?” His thumb strokes over my jaw, holding me steady. “It’s all mine, and you’re gonna keep it there for me.”
“Yes…” I pant, clinging to him, nails dragging down his slick back.
“Say it.” His hand slips from my throat to my breast, palming me roughly, thumb flicking my nipple until I whimper. His cock shifts inside me, not hard anymore, but still thick enough to stretch me open. “Say you’ll keep it in. That you’ll let my cum stay inside you.”
“I’ll keep it,” I breathe, the words trembling as tears prick my eyes again. “I’ll keep every drop, Isaia.”
His groan is guttural, his lips pressing back to mine, this kiss slower, filth and tenderness colliding. His hips rut once, dragging his cock through my swollen pussy, churning his cum inside me, squelching wet and filthy between us.
I shudder, clutching his hair, my body twitching with aftershocks. “You’re still leaking into me…” My voice cracks on a moan. “God, it feels so good.”
“Because you’re perfect.” Our tongues tangle lazily, messy. “Perfect little hole, made to take my cock. Made to hold my cum.”
