Page 102 of Twisted Revelations

He backed enough to reach between us, his fingers skimming my clit before circling my wet pussy lips. “So wet,” he whispered before he eased back, aligned us, and slid into me as far as he could go. The action knocked curse words off my tongue and caused my body to shiver like an addict getting the first hit of the good stuff they’d been craving.

He worked his dick in, opening me so deliciously I wanted it all. Only when he was seated balls to the wall, did he pick up the pace and fuck me harder. With each powerful thrust, I lost my vocabulary, screaming bits and pieces of words that weren’t English.

My breast bounced in time with each thrust. My fingers dug into a tribal tattoo that ran up and over his shoulder, my other hand gripping the back of his neck as he pumped in and out of me. Each time his lips dropped to my ear, he’d tell me how beautiful I was. The verbal praise added to my lust and amped up my already heighten desires.

He took complete possession of my body that I’d relinquished control of the moment he was inside me. The wall smacked me from the back as his powerful body beat against mine from the front. His strong thighs slammed into the insides of mine, opening me wider before his length impaled and gifted me with addicting shots of pleasure. The knocks grew louder and harder with each upward thrust. I was certain the wall would have to be repaired before they owners opened for business. There was no doubt in my mind, we’d put some cracks in it.

My pussy quivered as my muscles contracted with the need to adjust to the massive amount of dick being shoved into me. “Luke. Fuck. Oh God!” I yelled, breathless and dick-drunk. His warm breath and soft lips played at the pulse in my neck while his dick licked my hot spots, lighting them with sparks that set fire to my soul.

“Bev…er…ly!” This time, when he broke up the syllables of my name, each was punctuated with a hard upward thrust that had me crying out in throat scratching ecstasy. My thighs tightened around his waist allowing me to cross my ankles above his tight ass. The firm muscles in his back danced under my clawing fingers as he pushed pure pleasure into me. “So good. Luke. Fuck,” was all I could get out before I exploded. The orgasm unhinged me, and I forgot my lungs needed air. I forgot my body needed my mind. I forgot my own name.

A moment after my mind started to limp back to my brain, Luke came, screaming my name. The flow of his hot semen coating my insides snatched my already sputtering mind and delighted my body so deliciously it induced another orgasm. This was the first time I’d experience the joy of multiples. The power of the pounding impact shook my core before it shot through my body and broke me down into a weeping mess of heaves and cries.

There was no need in denying the fact that I was ruined, addicted, and royally fucked from ever enjoying sex with any other man.

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