Page 120 of She will Always be Mine

“Drink every drop,” he commands, watching the column of my neck as I swallow. “Greedy little girl. All fucking mine.”

He comes long and hard, and warmth spreads to my core. He looks deranged with his hair falling on his forehead and eyes possessive. Like a beast.My beast.

When he frees his semi-hard cock, I gulp in air and before I can fall to the floor, Riaan is there to catch me. Bending down, his hands grasp my waist and he picks me up like I’m a doll as I circle my legs around his hips.

Tilting my face by pulling at my hair, his lips smash on mine in a soft, sensual kiss. A complete contradiction to the savage way he took it just a moment ago. He kisses me like a lover while bruising the rest of me harshly and unapologetically.

Never have I been so wet as I grind my pussy against his hardening cock. One hand is gripping my neck while the other holds my ass as he walks us inside the living room.

His mouth moves slow but deeply, devouring me and uncaring that he can taste himself as well. My nipples hurt from the friction against his shirt while he steals all the air from my lungs.

“Riaan,” I moan against his lips until he harshly pulls away. I run my hands through his thick hair and softly demand, “I need to feel your skin against mine.”

With both of us half naked, he drops me on the couch in the living room and steps back.

“Take that dress off or I’ll ruin it too,” he orders while grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling it off in one sexy move. His ripped stomach clenches and tightens until he’s standing nude before me, built like an Adonis. When he sees I haven’t moved, he barks, “Now. Panties too.”

The second I do, his eyes zoom in on my pussy. One minute, I’m admiring him and the next minute, I find myself being twisted around and bent over the arm of the couch.

Spreading my ass cheeks until I’m completely open, he sucks my clit into his mouth and shoves three of his fingers inside my cunt.

I shout his name as the orgasm that has been building throughout the entire night barrels down on me. Stars dance behind my vision and I moan at the way he stretches me, scissoring his fingers inside my walls.

Before I’ve even come down from the high, he withdraws his digits from my pussy and without any warning, he thrusts them in my ass.

My back arches in pleasurable pain but he pushes me down, holding me still while he finger-fucks my ass. I feel something warm hit my core and I realize he spit on me to glide inside easily.

He’s relentless as he stretches me to the max, intent on making me cum again while his tongue sucks, bites, and flicks my clit.

“Ahh… fuck. It’s too much,” I cry out, my voice stuttering. “I can’t.”

“You will,” he grunts, spanking my left cheek. “I want every ounce of pleasure from your tight little body, Nyra. I want your screams. I want your cries. I want you a filthy fucking mess.”

Damn him and his dirty talk…

As if I wasn’t already feeling so full and sensitive, he fills my pussy with two fingers. He’s fucking both of my holes so hard and so viciously, that I fear he’s going to tear me apart. Despite my protest, I fall apart around his expert hands and mouth

I whimper.

I moan.

I cry and gasp while my body jerks.

He laps at my core hungrily. The sound is obscene and erotic to my ears.

It’s a miracle I haven’t passed out from the onslaught of pleasure and the sensory overload. His fingers pull out and I feel his wicked scrutiny. Cheeks reddening from being on display, I try to close my legs but his teeth sink into my thigh in blatant warning.

“Never hide yourself from me,” he whispers, reverence in his voice.

Suddenly, my body is turned around until I’m facing Riaan and my eyes go wide when I see he’s fully erect again. His hard dick is bobbing against his lower abs. As he strokes himself roughly, his head tilts and he taunts, “I need to be inside your cunt, baby. Will you spread your legs for me?”

I should say no. Every inch of me is overly sensitive and trembling. Yet, I nod my head while licking my lips. His face darken savagely And I realize that the desire in his eyes is my own undoing.

“It’s going to hurt and I won’t stop even if you beg,” he threatens with his jaw locked tight. “But it’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” My admission shocks me. Not a surprise, though, considering I crave the bite of pain he delivers. “I want it.”

Shifting me roughly on the couch until I’m lying on my back, he grabs the back of my knees and pushes them up to my shoulders. Lowering to his knees between my open thighs, he positions his wide head at my entrance.

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