Page 130 of Sinful Lord

Our skin sticks and pulls.

Each thrust sends a searing hot flash through my body. My arms stretch out, desperate for something to grab, anything to transfer just a little bit of this intensity onto.

Tytus does not allow for it. He keeps me suspended in the air as he fucks my tight little pussy.

I hold my breath, taking every last girthy inch.

“Breathe, baby girl,” I hear him demand from behind me. “Save that air for when I’m choking you.”

I try to do as he says, but when I open my mouth, only a loud whine emerges. In response, Tytus fulfills his promise.

His massive biceps bulge around my waist as he reaches a hand across my belly, over my tits and around my throat.

His strong fingers dig deep into my tender flesh.

“Do you like it when I handle you like this?” he growls into my ear. “Do you like it rough?”

“I… I love it…” I rasp, hardly even aware of what I’m saying.

“That’s what I thought.”

His deep voice trembles as his impales his cock deep into my hole. I cry out and he covers my mouth, his hot breath swirling in my ear as he holds me in place.

My eyelids flutter. The pressure in my core shatters. I flail beneath his strong body, shaking with another world-breaking orgasm.

In response, Tytus’ cock seems to grow even thicker. I can feel him swell inside me.

“I’m going to cum,” he rumbles.

“Do it,” I beg. “Cum inside me.”

“No.”

He pulls out and shoves me onto the bed. An instant later my back is covered in his thick, creamy seed. The downpour seems to last an eternity. When it’s finally done, I only want more.

“You are fucking amazing,” Tytus growls.

Planting his fist into the bed right next to my ear, he leans down and kisses my cheek.

“No more tears,” he orders.

“No promises,” I whisper, my voice so hoarse the words hardly come out.

But as Tytus lifts himself off the bed and walks off towards the bathroom, the words ring true. All the emotions that had been put on pause for the sake of my primal desire threaten to return.

Pushing myself off the bed, I follow Tytus into the bathroom. Before I can ask, he starts to towel off the mess he made on my back.

“I should probably shower,” I meekly suggest.

“No, you’ve showered enough already,” he replies, tossing the towel aside. “Now it’s time for you to rest.”

He directs me back into the bedroom. I let him lead me onto the mattress, and I allow him to tuck me in. Hell, I even sink into the warmth of his lips when he places a surprisingly gentle kiss on my forehead.

But the whole time, my mind is racing.

I’ve regained my senses.

You’ve showered enough already.