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I gag on him as he hits the back of my throat, and when he tries to pull out, I grip his muscular thighs, refusing to let go.
Doing this all one-handed is frustrating because I want to touch myself as I pleasure him. But the anticipation just adds to the desire I feel.
His cock grows even harder, and I know that’s because he’s going to come. “Babydoll,” he pants, desperately trying to pry me away.
I only suck him faster and deeper.
He tastes musky and all man, and when I run my tongue along the underside of his length, before sucking the head of his cock, he throbs and growls low. A heat gushes into my mouth, and instead of pulling away, I take all of him into me.
I swallow deeply, his seed trickling down my chin because he’s coming with a savagery that has me growing wetter. The carnal sounds spilling from him just adds to this untamed act, and I love it.
With two final pumps, he sighs, sated, while I finally let him go.
Reaching down, he wipes my lips with his thumb, smearing his seed off my mouth and chin. Tending to me this way is fucking hot. But I know things have just begun.
He strips bare and lifts me, spinning me around and shoving me against the wall. I don’t have time to respond as he raises the hem of my dress and tears my underwear off. He coaxes me to spread my legs as he drops to his knees behind me.
“Give me that parful arse,” he demands, pushing down on my lower back so I’m arched forward, bracing the wall as I offer him my ass.
Looking over my shoulder, I mewl when he buries his face between my legs, sucking over my back entrance. I didn’t know I liked ass play until Punky, but the way he devours me without shame or disgust has me bucking back and forth onto his face.
He grips my legs and maneuvers himself low so he can alternate between my ass and pussy. He is everywhere, sucking, licking, setting me on fire. I can’t believe I get to experience this for the rest of my life.
The ring on my finger feels perfect—like it belongs, and it does. This is my fate. Punky is my forever.
He takes my entire sex into his mouth, eating me out with such intensity that I gasp for air. I literally feel like he’s eating me alive. As he devours my ass, he sinks two fingers into me, stuffing me full. He fucks me with his mouth and fingers, tipping me over the edge.
“Punky,” I groan, grinding against him, needing to come and come now.
I bounce back onto him, desperate to be put out of my misery, but his husky chuckle merely vibrates against me, hinting he’s going to make me beg.
“Say it.” His hot breath warms my slick skin.
“Please, make me come.”
His low growl expresses his approval of my plea, and he gives me what I need as he twirls his tongue inside my pussy before circling my clit. Gripping my waist, he coerces me to ride his face, and the friction is just too much.
An explosion tackles me from within, and I come with a sated groan.
Punky milks every tremor from me, encouraging me to rock against his face as he licks, sucks, and bites over my sensitive flesh. He holds me up as my orgasm lasts for what feels like forever, but when I finally come back down to earth, I realize we both want more.
Standing, he spins me around, and the feral look upon his face has me lifting my dress over my head. I’m not wearing a bra, and Punky uses that to his advantage as he leans down and takes a pert nipple into his mouth.
Arching back, I enjoy the brush of his stubble against my sensitive skin because everything is heightened. Everywhere he touches feels so fucking good.
Lifting his face to mine, I kiss him, uncaring my scent is slathered all over him, and walk toward the small sofa. I shove him onto it, and he falls back against the cushions. Nothing but love is reflected on his face as he watches me climb on top of him.
He is hard again, and I’m still incredibly wet, so gripping his length, I guide him into me, inch by glorious inch. We both hiss at the connection because nothing, nothing compares to this.
I take my time, savoring our union, and when he’s buried to the hilt, I hold my breath. I don’t move. I simply feel this man owning me—mind, body, and soul.
I’ve seen him kill and kill brutally, but being with him this way has me appreciating our love even more because I know he doesn’t love freely. He’s chosen me to love and protect. Through ugliness, we’ve found this, and it’s the most beautiful thing in the world.
“I love you,” I say and commence to move.
He arches his head back as I ride him slow, wanting to savor this moment. Our passion has been filled, and now, I want to enjoy our love for hours, days.
Rocking back and forth, I torment us both with deliriously slow movements, but the anticipation only heightens the desire within.
