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It quickly turns into a long mewl when I drop to my knees and give her clit a broad lick. I bury my nose in her cunt, high off her very essence and then push my tongue inside of her while I reach over and pinch her swollen bud with my fingers. She says my name, slow and breathy and it's an aphrodisiac I can’t help but try to recreate again and again as she grinds into my face, chasing the pleasure I'm drawing out of her.

I stand back up, slowly drinking her in, the taste of her potent on my lips. The way she’s eagerly splayed open for me, her skin flushed, her hair disheveled, it’s enough to drive me crazy. And I guess I already am.

“Fuck,” I grunt, sliding a hand over the length of her leg. “Look at you.”

She pushes herself further up the bed, beckoning to me and I follow her onto the sheets, stroking my cock while I inch my way towards her.

“Birth control?” I ask.

She nods and answers, “I’m clean. You?”

I nod in reply, my brain turning fucking primal at the thought of her tight pussy wrapped around my cock. My fingers find her slit, pushing two fingers into her, curling them against that sensitive spot inside.

“Byzantine, please,” she pleads, writhing underneath me. “I need to feel you inside me—now.”

She doesn’t need to tell me fucking twice. Getting on my knees, I nudge my cock at her entrance, coating the head with her arousal. Steadily, I push myself inside, letting her adjust to my size while her cunt clenches around me, so hot and perfect. With a final thrust, I bottom out and we moan in unison.

I slowly drag my cock out, Sunny’s nails digging hard into my back and quickly slide back in with a hard grunt. The sensation of being so deep inside of her slams into me and I nearly choke on the feeling. It feels better than I could have ever imagined. Better than before, better than every fucking lifetime beforethis. She’s the perfect culmination of what I’ve desired and ever needed.

I fuck her unhurriedly until I can’t control myself any longer. With a long, feral lick up her chest, I begin to thrust harder, her whimpers chasing the slam of my hips against her skin as I lose myself in the feeling of her cunt wrapped tightly around my cock.

I piston in and out, my thumb rubbing her clit in tight circles. Her eyes fall shut, her hands roving down to my ass, her nails leaving small divots in my skin. Her pussy gushes around me and I know she’s already close. I give her breast a quick slap and squeeze her nipple hard, coaxing her into a response. We lock eyes, and she lets out a long moaning scream as I lift one of her legs over my shoulder, deepening the angle.

“This pussy is mine, you hear me?” I growl, accentuating the words with hard rolls of my hips, her eyes still fixed on me, her mouth open in silent pleasure.

I know my words are hurtling her over the edge and I rut even harder, continuing to rub her clit.

“You tell me whose perfect little cunt this is before you come all over my cock,” I demand, pinching her bud and feeling her pussy flutter while she arches her back. “Say it,” I groan loudly.

“Y—yours Byzantine. It’s yours,” she says breathlessly, her face the most beautiful rendering of pleasure I’ve ever seen as she whines loudly, her pussy clamping around my cock while she comes—my name still on her lips.

Before she can even catch her breath I flip her over and drag her up on her knees.

“Hold on to the headboard,” I order, her breath still coming in small stutters while she does what I say. I lean down, my hands squeezing her cheeks open and drag my tongue from her clit up to her asshole.

“Fuck Sunny,” I curse, licking her again. “You taste like life itself.”

Finally, without any warning, I thrust back into her and she screams out in pleasure.

“You feel so fucking good around my cock, little sun. I could fuck you for days. Your pussy was made for me,” I grunt out, setting a brutal pace while I lean over, pulling her towards me. My hand collars her throat, her back against me as I continue to ram into her cunt, her small gasps frying my brain, drowning me in ecstasy. She reaches down, her fingers finding her clit while her lips part seeking mine.

“Fuck, Byzantine,” she breathes. “Please don’t stop.”

“Your greedy little cunt wants more doesn’t it?” I taunt, digging my fingers into her hips. “You’re going to come for me nice and loud?” I say through clenched teeth as she sobs out a yes.

It only takes a few more pumps for my vision to start blurring at the edge as I feel her unraveling against me. I let my head fall on her shoulder, my balls tightening as I come inside her hard and fast. Like a detonation, I am ripped apart, the feeling only heightening with her soft sighs of satisfaction.

I still, trying to catch my breath, our skin sticking to each other as I slowly pull out. I watch my cum slowly leak out of her swollen pussy as she falls onto her elbows and I can’t help myself. I reach down and push my release back inside of her with a slow drag of my finger.

My name falls out of her lips in a small gasp. The sight of her still so responsive and open is so fucking erotic, I fight the need to claim her all over again.

I settle onto my back beside her instead and she wraps a leg over me in a satisfied hum. I lay there, still trying to regulate my breathing, seeking to regain some clarity.

The pull to lose myself in her is so strong I can barely hold on. Lost in the feeling of finding her. Lost in the terror of losing her again. Lost in the feeling of feeling.

Again and again and again.

Chapter 35

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