“You can and you will,” I growl. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your name, until the only word left on your lips is mine.”
She murmurs something incoherent and her pussy tightens, contracting in small, tense waves. Zara’s close and I play with her, teasing her with every ounce of skill I possess, until the heat between her legs is unbearable. Her fingers claw her stomach and her back arches at an angle so acute it’s a wonder she can hold it. I moan and the vibrations break her, and her climax is a little death she’ll give me over and over again.
I growl as she’s coming and position myself at her entrance. Her hips twitch and I thrust into her in one swift motion, burying myself to the hilt. We both cry out at the sensation—her tight, wet cunt engulfing my cock, my thickness stretching her to the limit.
It’s fucking glorious.
“Fuck, Zara,” I groan, stilling for a moment to savor the feeling. “You’re so goddamn perfect. Such a perfect little whore.”
I move, and she screams, her cries quickly fading as she loses herself in the sensation. Her pussy clenches around me, still sensitive from her previous orgasms, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming right then and there.
“That’s it, kitten,” I growl, setting a punishing pace. “Take my cock like the good little slut you are.”
Zara writhes beneath me, her nails digging into my shoulders as she clings to me. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper with each thrust. The blood weave pulses between us, amplifying every sensation until it’s almost too much to bear.
Her pleasure builds again, and her cunt starts fluttering around my cock. She’s close, so fucking close, and I’m determined to make her come one more time. Her breathing is erratic, her face and chest flushed, and her moans an incoherent, garbled mess.
My balls draw up and the heat spreading through my core is a fucking furnace that’s setting me on fire. I can’t take much more and I fuck the girl beneath as if my life depends on it, because in thismoment, it fucking does. She writhes and her pussy tightens, and her climax happens seconds before mine.
Zara’s screaming my name as I roar with pleasure and the orgasm that spreads through me is hard and all-consuming. She pants and splutters as my come floods her cunt, marking it as mine. I pump every last drop of it into her swollen, sore pussy and rest inside her, letting her warmth soothe my cock as it comes down from its high.
I stare down at Zara, and she blinks, her eyes a daze of pleasure and pain, and complete confusion. She’s lost in her orgasms and she’s become the hot mess I wanted her to be. I’ve fucked her into oblivion and she’s given me something new, something I didn’t know I’d enjoy.
The poor thing is exhausted, and I withdraw, cradling her in my arms as she tries to speak. Her lips move, but nothing escapes her mouth and I smile, planting kisses over her as every movement offers her the reassurance that she craves.
Because Zara is the exception to all my rules.
She’s the stars that write my future and there’s nothing I won’t sacrifice at her altar.
I lift her into my arms, summoning the strength to carry her home and make damn sure she’s safe and sound. Her lashes flutter like she’s caught in a dream, and I know she feels the way my heart beats only for her.
I’ll carry her through the dark, through anything, until she’s certain she’s adored. Until she feels safe. Until she knows she’s loved.
Zara is perfect. And she’s mine.
