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My pussy lips shift and then it’s like I’m suddenly on fire. The place between my legs sings in a way I’ve never felt before, the sharp starry burn moving through me, telling me that I’m ready.
I can take him.
Oh, God, yes, I can take him.
He cocks a smirk, both savage and shaky, ready to snap his predator’s teeth at any second.
“I fucking knew you’d open up for me. Our bodies need it. Our bodies won’t let us do anything else. You’re ready for this big dick, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes,” I say, grabbing at his shoulders, as if I don’t I’ll fall off the bed and off the world.
Everything in me pulsates toward his cock sliding deeper and deeper into my sopping wet hole.
“Oh—just fuck me, Damian. Just do it. Just take me—”
The words come from some primal place. I don’t even plan to cry them out. They just bubble up within me as though my womb has learned to control my speech, as though she’s running the show now.
And I feel myself passing control and pulsating and gyrating into the moment, grinding up and down his cock as he pushes it right up to the hilt.
“Uh,” he grunts, shoving deeper, tickling my pussy lips as he rears back, stares at me, down at my tits, and then back into my eyes as though he’s seeing me for the first time with each new look. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy look right now? But something’s wrong.”
Anxiety whirls through me, the same that touched me after the orgasm before.
Does he think I look stupid?
Panic batters me but then he smirks again.
“You’re not creaming,” he says. “That’s a big fucking problem. So you better pinch those pink nipples until you do. I want to see you turn them red until you’ve creamed all over this dick. Alright, Dakota?”
“Yes,” I moan, my fingertips snapping to my nipples as though magnetized.
I pinch and feel the sizzling sensation of it, mixing with the fireworks in my belly and my pussy as he thrusts harder and harder. His whole body is a shifting show of light dappling off his muscles as he thrusts, cutting the light in different configurations every time, eyes fixated, sweat coating him, beastly, mine.
“Mine,” I gasp, pinching my nipples harder.
“Yours,” he snarls. “But mine. You’re—mine. You’re mine and you better start fucking creaming now.”
He roars the last and I open my mouth to scream, but all that comes out is a tangled cry as I bounce atop his cock.
Our fleshy slapping noise fills the room, the song of our flesh and our juices make the air tangy and sweet and it’s all so intimate I can hardly stand it, my whole body shaky, my pussy pulsing and dancing and my womb throwing a freaking party as I squirt.
I’m squirting, writhing around on his cock, pushing my tits together, and just about make out the sight of him through my teary eyes.
He’s staring, bucking slightly, but mostly just gazing at me as if he can’t look away.
“I’m—creaming,” I gasp.
“Fuck, say that again,” he snarls.
He reaches around my sides, near what some people might call love handles. But something incredible happens. I don’t cringe away. I don’t think he’s playing a trick on me. Instead, I move so that he can slide his hands down to my needy ass, because I know that’s what my man wants, what he needs.
I gasp through the orgasm, stunned at this transformation, riding the euphoria of it like a wave that’s never going to hit the shore.
“I’m—c-c-c …”
I can’t finish the sentence as another atom bomb is detonated inside my pussy, the end of his cock hammering into some deep starry place now.
His shaft is stretching my pussy’s hole so that she’s whining softly with each savage thrust, his massive dick pushing at the edges. He fills me entirely, and then he explodes and I’m left shivering and gasping and not even sure what I’m doing.
“Cream,” he snarls, squeezing my ass so hard he must be turning it red, the contact adding to the tingling. “Cream. Cream. Cream.”
“Come in me, Damian.”
“Arghhhhhhh,” he roars, suddenly leaning over as though he’s taken a buckshot to the back of the head.
He collapses against me like I’m vital to him, bringing his teeth to my neck like a wolf and biting down as he growls through his teeth into my flesh, his breath hot, his teeth hotter.
Everything is burning.
“Come, come, come,” I say, pulsing against him, my own orgasm wrestling with his and indulging in the entanglement.
“Fuck, fuck,” he pants, his thrusts getting slower, his teeth releasing my flesh.
He rears up and looks at me, his cock still hard inside of me.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he whispers, thrusting slowly, and then picking up his pace, his face twisting savagely.
“Again?” I whimper in shock.
