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Myth

She was the best sin I ever had.

When she’d told me to stop, I contemplated it. I would never take a woman against her will, but this was my sex kitten, my Rox. I saw the way she responded to me, the pleading in her eyes wasn’t to stop, it was to keep going. I knew her.

I knew her body.

I knew what she needed even if her brain was trying to stop her from claiming it. By the end of the night, she’d know she needed to be back here with me.

Rox made a move to get up, and I sprung into action. My cock still hard as stone for her. I rolled between her thighs, now slick with cum and sweat, my cock sliding up and down her folds. She gasped when the crown of my cock rubbed against her clit.

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Adrian…”

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you,” I said, kissing her hard. I loved hearing her little gasps that turn into moans as I claimed her mouth. She always molded to me so well, like she was meant to be in my arms, on my cock, wrapped around me. I had to make her remember how great we were.

I was older now, wiser. I knew what it was to lose her, and that was something I wasn’t prepared to go through again.

Moving my hand down to my cock, I notched the head at her entrance and pushed into her, slowly, feeling her stretch around me again. The evidence of our fucking made it easy, warmer, and softer to fuck. Rox mewled into my mouth at the slow thrust, until I bottomed out, our hips aligned. I stayed like that, just feeling her heat around me. Her arms wrapped around my neck, as I picked up the pace, matching her bucking hips.

God, she was fucking perfect.

Her body was so in sync with mine that I could hardly be thrown off by her moves. She wanted this. She was yearning for it, but she couldn’t fall yet.

I could wait.

For her, I’d wait.

I would wait for her to fall back in love with me, to trust me again, but I wasn’t letting her leave. She was mine.

And I would spend all night showing her that.

Rox’s legs wrapped around my hips, her feet pushing my cock in further. Fuck! She felt so damn good.

Picking up the pace, unable to slow down with her, I pounded into her tight pussy, her cries of pleasure almost too much to listen to as I fought with myself not to blow too soon. The second her nails dug into my shoulders, I grunted out at the pain, fuelled by her animalistic intentions. Her pussy squeezed the fucking life out of my cock. I waited until I could move again, feeling my balls pull up slightly, needing to release.

“Don’t come in me,” she begged, breathlessly. I could see the concern in her eyes as she looked down between our bodies, where we were connected.

“You’re not on birth control?”

She shook her head, “No.”

A fierce, dominating thought popped into my head, one that had no place being there. It was like she was serving herself up on a platter for me.

“Good,” I grunted, just as I thrust as hard as I could into her, my orgasm hitting so hard, I blacked out for a moment.

“Asshole,” she cried out as she bashed her fists against my chest. I rolled to my side, my body screaming for rest. I loved how defiant she got, her little fists of fury doing nothing but make my already depleted cock stiffen.

I cupped the side of her face and brought my lips to hers. Even though she wanted to hate me, she kissed me back, moaning into my mouth. I’d never tire of hearing those sounds from her.

Mine, all fucking mine.

Her body squirmed under my arms. I let up, her eyes lust-filled and yet angry. Looking down, I saw my cum slipping out.

“Ah-ah, look at this, you’re making a mess, kitten,” I crooned in her ear, nipping at her earlobe. “Here, let me clean you up.”