Page 127 of Taming Seraphine

“Fuck me,” I say.

His fingers withdraw from my pussy, and I groan at the sudden emptiness. My stomach sinks, and I wonder if this is going to be anything like the spanking where he built me up into a frenzy and left me writhing on my belly, crying for release.

When he lines the bulbous head of his cock against my entrance, my breath catches, and all doubts evaporate under the heat of our combined arousal.

“What do you say?” he growls.

I want to say ‘now’, but that will only prolong my torment. If humbling myself will get me the pleasure I want from Leroi, then I’ll say whatever he needs.

“Please fuck me and make me come...” The chaotic part of me adds with a smirk, “If you can.”

His snarl makes the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and my insides quiver with anticipation.

With one hard thrust, he pushes inside me so deeply, I can feel him in the back of my throat.

Pleasure explodes across my nerve endings, bringing back echoes of my fading orgasm. I gasp, a strangled scream stretching my vocal chords.

He’s big. His girth far exceeds Paolo’s and I’m not sure my pussy could accommodate his full length. My walls twitch and expand around him, but before I can adjust to his size, he pulls out and re enters me with another snap of his hips.

“You’re mine,” he says, his voice dangerously low. “Who do you belong to?”

“L-Leroi,” I reply with a whimper.

“Good girl. See how well you’re gripping my cock? That’s your cunt inviting me in, welcoming its new owner.”

My heart flutters. I can’t get enough of his filthy words.

I buck my hips, pushing up against him as his strokes become harder, deeper, faster. My limbs tremble, and my breath comes in shallow pants that barely graze the tops of my lungs. He fucks into me with all his strength, and I dig my nails into his shoulders and squeeze my eyes shut, unable to do anything to withstand the overwhelming pleasure.

“Look at me while I fuck your tight pussy,” he says.

I can’t.

It’s too much.

I’ve never felt such immense pleasure. A lightning storm of ecstasy surges through my nervous system, burning the girl I was into ashes. All that’s left of me is a creature reborn from his acceptance, eager to break free.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.

“Never.”

“Open your eyes, angel. I won’t ask you again.”

I crack open one eye and then another, and meet his fathomless depths. Leroi’s features are wild with lust, his jaw clenched tight as he groans.

He pounds into me with renewed strength, each thrust slamming me harder and harder against the wall.

Leroi thought my traumatic past meant that I couldn’t take him, but I can. I haven’t just consented with him, he’s made me fight for this much intimacy, starting from when he helped me escape the basement. I’ve wanted this from the moment I straddled his hips and pointed that knife to his throat. Maybe even before then.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re squeezing my cock with your pussy.”

My muscles tighten around his length.

“That’s it, angel. Take what you need.” He grips my hips and pounds into me until I’m gasping for air.

Each thrust of his hips delivers sensations so intense that I’m lost in a whirlpool of ecstasy. My muscles quake. My breath shallows. Pressure builds up in my pelvis, and my orgasm is so close that I can almost taste it. My walls quiver around his shaft, and my lashes flutter.

“Eyes on me. I want to see you come.”

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