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And if I drive her insane at the same time, then that’ll be payback.
For a moment, there's nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, the rustling of the sheets, and the echoes of our hearts pounding in sync. The air around us is thick with lust, tension, and an undeniable chemistry that's too powerful to ignore, although I’ve been trying my best to do just that.
I look down at her and time stills. I see the trepidation mixed with the desire in her eyes. The knowledge that I'm probably going to wreck her, maybe not physically, but emotionally. That I'm going to use her, even if I don’t abuse her; that maybe I really am the monster I've told her I am.
And I can see through that fear to the truth beneath. The truth that she's just as consumed by this passion as I am. The truth that she wants me as bad as I want her.
In that moment of utter calm, she looks up at me, her eyes wide and full of turmoil, and I see the same desperation mirrored in her pupils that I feel within my soul.
The air around us thickens, the scent of her arousal mixing with the subtle musk of my own desire, and for a moment, I'm lost in the intoxicating symphony of our passion.
But then I’m overcome by the conflagration that consumes our souls, the rage that fueled this encounter, the anger that still lingers between us, and my animal brain, my base instinct, wins the battle, and I rut into her like the brute I am.
She gasps as I pierce her, my thrusts deep and forceful, and her body tightens around my cock.
"Oh, God, yes," she breathes, her voice husky and raw. "Do it. Please."
Her words spur me on, and I thrust harder, faster, my cock sliding in and out of her slick heat with each stroke.
"That's it, take it all," I growl.
The passion between us is all-consuming, a fire that burns within both of us, fueling our lust for one another.
I feel her body trembling beneath me, her nails digging into my shoulders as she surrenders to the raw passion that has overtaken us.
The anger and tension that filled the room is now replaced by a frenzy of insatiable lust as we take what we want from one another without restraint. I thrust harder, deeper, my cock pounding into her over and over, her body responding with a fervor that leaves me breathless.
But her eyes, those limitless depths that gaze up at me, make me feel things I don't want to feel. They speak of understanding, and connection, and a raw emotion that's more than I can bear.
So I pull out of her slick heat and toss Maricela onto her belly.
Grabbing her hips and pulling them upwards, I land a volley of brisk, stinging slaps on her peachy, heart-shaped ass to assuage those unwanted emotions, and maybe also to punish her for unleashing them.
She screams into the pillow, but she never tells me to stop, and that makes me spank her harder.
Her flesh reddens under my hand, the sting echoing the fury still lingering between us. But as the pain mingles with the pleasure of her arousal, a strange calm starts to settle over us. It's a calm born from the wildfire of our passion, the kind that leaves us both breathless yet craving more.
I can feel the heat radiating from her body, her skin slick with sweat, matching my own as we reach a new plateau of desire. I smack her again, this time with more force, catching the very edge of her pussy lips, sending a jolt through her, which has her crying out.
"That's for disobeying me," I growl, my voice a low, animalistic rumble. "That's for tempting me with your eyes. Your body. Your words."
I punctuate everything I say with a sharp swat and she whimpers, her body trembling beneath my hand. But there's no resistance in her now.
Her cries of pleasure and pain mingle in a symphony of raw ecstasy, and I can feel my own lust reaching its pinnacle. I have to be inside her again.
I can't not be.
So I plunge into her wet heat, and it's like coming home.
Fuck. What the hell am I thinking? This can't possibly be real.
But as much as I try to deny it, the intensity builds, and every thrust feels like a revelation, even with her on her knees, her face buried in the wrecked sheets. A moment of pure connection I never thought possible.
Our passion becomes a storm, raging around us, and it feels like we're the only two people left in the world.
I feel my orgasm building, a burning heat spreading through me, and I know I'm about to lose control. But I don't care. I want this. I need this.
But I need her to feel it, too. To be as consumed by it all as I am.
