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Straightening, lust-filled eyes arrow to her. I rip the gloves off my fists and retrieve the skipping rope, ordering gruffly, “Hug the bag.” I watch her pulse rush up her neck, but she does as she’s told like a good fucking woman.
Tying the rope around her wrists, I secure her to the bag. The fact that I just sweat and cried on the same spot her cheek is pressed to only makes this more intimate. I circle her bound form, trying to calm down, but with each lap, my need gathers in my cock and balls. I can’t take it. I feel more fire, more fuelled.
I loom behind her.
Ready to take what’s mine.
She tries to peer over her shoulder, but she can’t turn, wrapped tightly around the bag, arms stretched wide.
I push her underwear down, exposing that porn star arse with the round lower cheeks and her wet, open pussy between spread, toned thighs. Bent and bowed, her naked pelvis shocks every masculine cell inside me.
Need it.
Need her.
I swipe two fingers through her folds, lathered by her arousal immediately. She is ready. And I can’t wait. My cock throbs as I drop my shorts, position my cock, grip her hips with two hands, and slam into her wet hole with a powerful thrust.
She yelps, her body crushed between me and the bag. I don’t hesitate this time, needing to fuck. A dark focus hazes my vision as I pound her against the bag, my hips hitting her soft arse hard, my cock sliding in and out with force, her pussy clinging and kneading and boiling fucking hot from friction.
Fuck. Too good.I growl, and her moans are long, deep, throaty, and never fucking ending.
I lean down and sink my teeth into her shoulder, ripping a cry from her mouth that turns primal and needy. She likes it. Her pussy clenches at me harder. I release my bite and roam my gaze down her blooming face to watch her tighten with pleasure and passion, overwhelmed by my hard drives.
“Fuck. Kaya. I love you.” I groan. Her pink pussy lips hold me in with need—as I need her—only to unfurl as I draw out, making room for me. “Fucking lovely.” I want to be inside all of her, have her take what I want. “Open your mouth and twist your face.”
Mashed to the bag, her face is bright red with arousal and endorphins when she parts her lovely bow-shaped lips for me as I asked. I’m a slave to those lips.
I look down at her. She tightens around the bag, losing strength in her arms, the rope holding their limp weight. Her body wants to collapse. But I keep my pace, fucking her hard, pounding into her with relentless drive and passion.
Fingers biting into her hip, I leave one hand grasping her with authority. The other I use to possess her jaw and tilt her head back, so I can spit into the depth of her pretty mouth—my eyes lose focus as my saliva slaps her tongue, seducing the thick muscle to pulse upwards with the same gluttonous excitement it would for whipped cream.
Fuck. Me.
That’s hot.
Taking it all.
All of me.
It happens fast. My balls draw up. My abdomen bunches. She loves my spit, my cock, my pace—my fire—her eyes rolling, her pussy massaging me as she comes undone, moans and cries, clashing together like a sonata of pleasure and intensity. I don’t let up.
It feels too good, the fight inside me detonating to her sounds. And I grunt my orgasms into her wet, tight hole, climaxing at the same time as her while I glare down at her mouth dripping with my saliva. I keep coming hard, pumps lashing into her pussy to the beat of my grunts.
Keeping her impaled, my cock jerks inside her. Dropping my head back, I pant to the ceiling. Sway under the lights. Lose my vision to pleasure and fatigue. Still gripping her hard, I feel the intensity in my muscles mellow, my heart rate level. Leaving me with her… just her and me.
I lift my head and release my killer grip on her hips, soothing the area with my fingers. My heart twists slightly, as my world shifts, muscles cool. Touching her wet cheek, I feel tears, but they could be mine. “I’m sorry, Baby.” I rush to untie her, focused on getting the ropes off her hands. “Baby? Woman? You, okay?”
“Xander,” she moans—my name on her breath is everything. “Take me to bed. Please. I’ll lay on you this time, so you can’t leave without waking me up. So, I can give you what the fight does.”
She lifts her head, heavy on her shoulders, and when she’s free from the ties, she becomes wobbly on her legs. I scoop her up, holding this petite, caramel haired chick in my arms who won’t let a man fucking own her, use her, but lets me fuck my monster into her body.Mine. Her soul and mine are different when they are together. We made rules to keep ourselves safe. We break them all to be together.
I find myself grasping at her as we walk upstairs. I’m not sure how long I’ve known her or how this happened so fast, or whether it’s the same as what my brothers have, but the feeling sits right in my chest.
Shefills my chest.
When I enter my room, it’s dark. The fan is on, blowing the curtains and circulating warm air. I lay down and pull her over me, doing as my woman ordered me to do.
She slides to the side of me, one arm and leg slung over my body. Light as a fucking feather, but I pretend she’s pinning me down. Holding me there.
