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"That's it, pet," he praises. "Surrender yourself to me."
With one final, powerful thrust, he seats himself in me completely, and his guttural groan mingles with mine. "Yes! Such a good fucking girl."
A moment later, he finally begins to move, and I'm a panting wreck as he thrusts into me, my body so full I can barely breathe. Every time he pulls back, it feels like he's tearing me apart, and every time he slams back into me, I feel like I'm being stitched back together. He moves faster, the toy inside me buzzing as he thrusts, driving me higher and higher until I'm crying out, the pleasure spilling through me in waves.
“Yes, pet. Take my cock," he growls. "Take all of it."
I clench around him, and he grunts, grabbing my restrained arms and using them as leverage as he forcefully slams me into him over and over again. I'm screaming. I'm crying. I'm nothing but the debilitating pleasure.
"Come for me, pet," he growls. "Come as I fuck your perfect little ass."
I do. I come so hard I can't even form words as I simply choke and thrash against the sheets. My pussy clenches down, pulsing around the toy as waves of pleasure rip through me.
He doesn't stop. There's no reprieve. He's relentless as he pulls me flush against his chest, brutally fucking me where no man ever has before, his hand latching over my throat and cutting my screams short.
"Again!" The command sends me spiraling straight into another climax, one even more powerful than the last, as my body clenches down around him, his cock buried deep inside me.
"That’s it, pet," he soothes. "That’s it. Just let go."
I'm still coming down from my last orgasm when he pulls the toy from my cunt, leaving me clenching around nothing. He removes the one on my clit as well, turning it off before untying my arms.
"Shh, pet. Let me take care of you," he soothes. "Relax and enjoy."
He shifts us until our bodies are pressed together and we're lying on our sides, without even a fraction of an inch separating his body from mine. He settles into a slow, smooth rhythm inside me as he strokes my clit, bringing me to the edge of another orgasm, but holding me right at the precipice.
I'm trembling, my thoughts wild and random as he switches from savage and dominant to practically loving in his movements. Each stroke is methodical and smooth. It's like a dance, his body moving flush against mine as his hands explore every inch of my flushed and sweaty skin.
I reach back and tangle one hand in his hair as he impales me completely, swiveling his hips in a way that has me seeing stars. My other hand claws at his hips where we're connected as he continues smoothly circling my clit with one hand and practically worshiping my curves with the other.
My breathing is erratic as I writhe against him, my hips rocking and following his movements, begging to be put out of my misery.
"Please, Wyatt. Please," I manage to choke out, chasing oblivion.
"Anything for you," he promises, lifting his head and turning mine towards him to capture my mouth in a long, drugging kiss, swallowing every sound I make as his tongue tangles with mine. He thrusts two fingers into my pussy and drags his palm over my clit as his tongue tangles with mine, thrusting me straight over the edge once more.
This time when I come, it feels like my very soul is cleaved in two, before being stitched back together in the most beautiful pattern imaginable. I'm shuddering against him, his name a broken, breathless chant on my lips as he kisses me senseless.
I'm still riding the wave of pleasure as his hips begin to stutter, this time he follows me into the dark oblivion with deep, guttural groans low in his throat. He empties his seed inside of me, wave after wave of heat coating my insides, only prolonging the pleasure until he thrusts one final time as deep as he can go.
It's then that I feel him finally collapse against me, and we lay there, a tangled heap of limbs and sweat. He releases my lips and trails tender kisses down my neck. One of his hands trails along my skin, a soft, reverent touch that has my eyes fluttering shut in pure bliss, as the other tangles and plays in my hair.
Time passes beautifully slowly, until he finally withdraws from my aching body, untangling us completely. I don't even have time to mourn the loss before he's gently lifting me in his arms and carrying me to the bathroom. He deftly switches on the water and sets me on the counter before stepping between my legs. His hands wrap around my ass and shifts me closer into his hold as he presses gentle kisses to the crook of my neck, sending shivers up my spine.
"So perfect." His whispered praise fills my chest with warmth, and his hand gently cradles the side of my head as he entwines his fingers in my hair.
The bathroom fills with steam as his lips capture mine, coaxing me into a gentle kiss that embodies a warm embrace, stirring something inside of me that I can't quite put a name to. Before I can think too hard, he's lifting me into his arms once more and stepping into the perfectly hot spray of water of the shower, his lips not leaving mine until he's placing me to my feet.
He spins me in place until my back is flush against his front. Pressing one final kiss to my neck, I hear the cap of a bottle snapping open before his hands move slowly and methodically through my hair, working in small circles. Teasing each strand between his thick fingers, a sigh of ecstasy escapes me as his hands continue their exploration tenderly, washing the thick suds from my hair. I draw in a shaky breath, his touch sending shivers of awareness through me.
He's touched pretty much every inch of my body already, but this slow exploration makes me feel entirely new again. My eyelids grow heavy, closing under the onslaught of sensation from each careful stroke of his fingers along my scalp as he applies conditioner. When he finishes working it through, he rinses it away before moving on to wash every inch of my exposed flesh.
Despite being slippery with soap, his hands are still careful as they slide over my body, and I feel cherished in a way that's foreign and addicting at the same time. Turning me to face him, his slick hands slide down my back, his fingertips trailing over every dip and curve until he finally cups my ass in his hands, drawing me flush against him.
He towers over me, his shoulders tall and broad, using one hand to cradle my face as his mouth moves to mine. The kiss is slow and unhurried as he caresses my body with his other hand, leaving no inch of skin unexplored.
By the time he's finished, I'm boneless, leaning all my weight against his chest. He finishes washing us both down before turning the water off and reaching for two towels. He gently dries me first, then himself, before scooping me up in his arms. He carries me to the bed and lays me down gently before climbing in next to me and pulling the covers up over us.
With a gentle touch, he guides me so that my head is pillowed on his chest, his arms curled around my waist and his legs tangled with mine.
