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I sunk down a bit deeper, taking more and more of him until I was completely full. I bit my lip, my pussy aching as his cock stretched me wide open, yet I wanted so much more.
His cock was a monster, and I just sat there with him inside me for a moment, too anxious to move for fear it would hurt. My pussy burned with fire, stretched wide open by his monster of a dick, and I mewled nervously.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this.
With unending dominance, his fingers wrapped around my waist, and he slowly guided me forward, teaching me how to roll my hips as the head of his cock brushed against a place deep inside me that nearly made me come apart right then and there.
Slowly building my confidence, I fell into a rhythm, grinding my hips back and forth as he slipped his thumb in between us and caressed my clit.
I lost all sense of reason.
In an instant, my orgasm came crashing down, painting my vision a vivid white, blinding me and tossing me into the white-water rapids of my own desire. His other hand swept behind my hair, pulling it taught and making me cry out as a fissure of pain splintered through my desire.
It was fucking delicious.
I rode him hard and fast, gradually increasing the pace until my body took control. His thumb worried my clit, forcing my pleasure to the surface again and again until my body was slick with sweat and my breathing turned ragged.
“Fuck, princess. Ride me harder. Take my cock like the needy little slut you are,” he purred, and I couldn’t help but give him my every surrender.
Pain and pleasure warred within me, an endless battlefield of sensation that tore through me like lightning. His grip on my hair tightened, and he wrenched my head back, thrusting up and filling me more completely than I thought possible.
The battle within me was intense, each side vying for dominance, each sensation as potent and strong as the other. The pain spiked through me again and again, while the desire edged onward, a siren song promising ecstasy intertwined between the two.
I fell.
Agony and ecstasy became one and the same. My mind went blank as I writhed on top of him, taking my pleasure for myself as he thrust up into me.
I ground up and down on his cock like a piston, up and down, over and over again.
Then, all at once, one last final orgasm tore through me, my inner walls clutching around him and milking him for everything he was worth. He roared and the hot feeling of his seed spurted up into the thin condom, filling me up even more completely than I thought possible.
I unraveled and his arms wrapped around me, clutching me tight in direct opposition to the way he had left me yesterday. His arms tightened as I came down from my orgasm, and he didn’t let go.
His cologne, rich and intoxicating, wrapped around me like a luxurious cloak. It was a complex scent, deep and masculine, with notes of smoky cedarwood, a hint of spicy black pepper, and the subtle undertone of cinnamon and nutmeg.
As I nestled closer, I could smell the faint traces of his sweat. Every breath I took was filled with him. And then, he leaned in and sweetly kissed my forehead.
My heart practically stopped beating in my chest.
I don’t know how long he held me, but it was a long time. It was like he didn’t want to let go and nothing in his power would take me away from him.
I liked that.
After a long while, he finally lifted me off his cock and settled me back down on my feet.
“I would stay with you for the rest of the day, but I have several meetings that I can’t move this afternoon, Maci-girl,” he explained, the tender look in his eyes a bit sad.
Did he mean that? Did he really want to stay with me?
“I’ll go back to my room,” I whispered.
His hand found the back of my head, his fingers weaving through my hair with a possessive roughness that sent shivers down my spine. He held me firmly, a silent command that was both thrilling and startling at the same time.
“That’s not your bedroom anymore,” he said, his voice low and resolute, echoing with a dominance that resonated deep within me. “My staff will have your things transferred to our room right away,” he continued.
The words, simple as they were, struck a chord within me. There was something profoundly arousing about his assertiveness, the way he claimed me. It was as if he was marking his territory, staking his claim in a manner that was both primal and deeply romantic.
I was left standing there, momentarily dazed, my heart racing with a mixture of surprise and anticipation. In that simple declaration, he had opened a new chapter for us, one where the lines of passion and romance intertwined.
