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CHAPTERFIVE
fawn
7thMonth
I moan as Clay takes me gently but with a thorough domination and a deep understanding of my body.
His appetite for me, and I for him, is insatiable, incessant… indecent. We can’t get enough. Even as I swell around my hips with his babies, he only seems to want me more often.
Gentler,yes.
But just as consuming.
Placed and positioned on my side at the edge of the mattress, with my knees tucked high, I spoon the large white pillow to my torso as he thrusts and strokes.
God, he’s deep.
The luxurious pillow is soft and soothing as he moves in and out of my arse and plays his fingertip along the wet folds of my pussy.
Takes his time.
Watches the show.
He’s completely naked, broad chest spanning out as he holds me down with one powerful arm. A grid of abdominal muscles leads down to his thick cock.
He’s lethal in the most beautiful and alluring way.
The devil would be more stunning than any other creature; he is to draw you in willingly before sinking through your skin to devour your soul.
Well, Clay Butcher can devour any part of me he wishes to, and I’ll open for him to take and take.
The sight, sensation, and pressure overpower me, and I moan from in my throat.
“That’s it, my sweet girl.” His voice is a raspy, delicious timbre that pours over me like warm liquid. “Remember to breathe as I take this special part of you.”
I do as he orders.
Pant.
Thrust.
God.
“Little deer, you’re so very sweet like this.” His fingertips strum down my quivering pussy. “Needy for my cock. Taking me in your pretty arse but wanting me desperately inside your wet pussy.” The groan that leaves him rumbles against my backside as his pelvis meets my flesh. “Christ.You take every inchhere.”
He trails his fingers down to the base of my spine. “Arch for me.” His hand presses my lower back, coaxing my body to bow to an angle he likes. “Good girl. Show me how lovely your body looks when you bow.”
I bury my face in the pillow when he pauses, entirely sheathed inside me. Feeling his eyes roaming my body, I will myself not to squeeze his cock, but the need to do so is a howl of demand in my mind.
“Sir,” I cry out as he pulses, taking mere inches out only to push back inside again and again.
He coos, “That’s my good girl. Steady. You’re so well-behaved for me. You’re so perfectly-trained and stretched. Are you breathing, my sweet girl? Show me your lips.”
My mind skitters from the pressure moving up and into me, but I do as I am told. Pulling the pillow down to my chin, I part my lips over the top of it and breathe deeply for him.
“Swollen lips. Just like your pussy. Like your little arsehole, like your stomach. All your pretty parts plump because of me, because of what I do to your body.”
“Yes.”
