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I want it inside of me again. My pussy is already wet, and it's growing wetter by the second.
I feel rabid. My hands run up and down his chest, as he nibbles my neck. I know that he's hurt, but if he doesn't care, then why should I?
I begin to grind against him, eager to find some release for this buildup of sexual tension.
"Zephiro, fuck me," I beg.
"Not yet, Sierra. Have some patience."
He's teasing me, but I groan.
"Please..."
"No."
I groan again. I don't like being teased.
But I forget all that when he kisses me deeply again, and I melt into his loving and warm arms instead. I feel safe in his embrace.
This is my home now. I belong with him.
He brings his hands to my cheeks and strokes my face, brushing my hair out of my eyes. His fingers are rough like bark, but somehow, there’s something so smooth about them at the same time.
He strokes my lips with his fingers, and I kiss them. Then he brings his hand down to my breasts and massages them, gently at first.
He pulls off my shirt for better access. With that out of the way, he rolls my nipples in between his forefinger and thumb, smiling at me.
I giggle.
He presses my breasts together and begins to lick from one peak to the other. I moan and sink into his loving embrace. I’m willing to surrender everything to him.
His tongue laps at my breast. It's warm and wet, and it makes me squirm. As he laps at them, he plays with my other breast. He strokes the nipple and teases it into a hard point.
He brings his lips to mine and kisses me. I run my hands through his hair.
“Tell me if I go too hard,” he growls. He runs his hands down my back and squeezes my ass.
“I’m ready for anything you can give me,” I say, genuinely wanting to be manhandled and ruined.
"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk anymore," he says.
I turn around and press my body against his. I grind on him and feel his cock against my ass. I want it there.
I reach behind me and stroke his cock. It's warm, rigid, and gigantic.
I squeeze it and feel it growing harder by the second. I stroke it and feel it growing longer and thicker. It feels so good in my hands.
What would it feel like inside of me?
I know it will be devastating, but I’m waiting in anticipation. If self-destruction is the only way to feel bliss, then I’ll succumb to the fire. I want him to tear me down so hard that only he’ll know how to rebuild me.
He shifts position, guiding me to my feet long enough for him to stand up. Then he wraps his arms around my back and picks me up.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and he brings me down onto his hard cock. I can feel it splitting me in two, and when the rational part of my brain tells me to fight back once more, I let myself scream over it until it has no power.
My mind is in shambles, trying to process the huge invasion. But the chaos is blissful.
I run my hands down his chest and up again. I bring my body down onto his, and I feel his warmth invading me. He still struggles against me, trying to penetrate deeper. My toes curl in pleasure.
