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With expert precision, he moves his mouth upward, focusing on the center of my pleasure. A thick finger enters me, giving me something to grip as his tongue swirls delightful patterns on my clit. Lips closing over it, he sucks me into his mouth. My hands press his face harder against me, and my hips began to move in earnest, chasing what I want.
“Oz,” I moan. “God, yes.”
Another finger joins the first, moving against me, hooking inside of me to reach the place that will send me over the edge. Teeth graze against me, and my body locks in place. I am lost to the wave of pleasure crashing over me, drowning me in Oz. He vibrates against me with the satisfaction of bringing me to my release. It sounds like I am the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.
Removing his fingers from me, he laps at my opening with his tongue, taking my new rush of desire in his mouth. Gently he brushes his fingertips against my lips, coercing them open. Sliding them in my mouth, I taste myself and suckle my essence from his fingers. I feel empty, and I need him to fill me, to make me his again.
He crushes his lips to mine, and I moan into the kiss, my pleasure still lingering on his lips. My need grows desperate. “Oz,” I call as he abandons my mouth for my neck again. “God, fuck me.”
I felt his grin on the side of my neck. He brushes his lips to my ear and grasps my throat again. “Ah-ah,” he teases. “What does a good girl say?”
My patience for his game is practically non-existent.
“Now,” I demand, watching as his brows raise upward in surprise. That cocky smirk I both love and hate settles on his face.
“As my little bird commands,” he breathes, sliding his cock against my slickness. Oz places the head of his length at my entrance and presses forward smoothly until he is buried inside of me completely.
The sensation of my mate joining me in this way is undeniably the best thing I can ever hope to experience.
Oz slides himself back until just the tip remains inside me before pressing forward again with a forceful and unhindered thrust. My legs wrap around his waist automatically, arms clutching him to me and nails digging into his back harder with each thrust. I move against him, moaning at the sensation of being joined with him.
“Fuck, Wren,” Oz breaths as he considerably increases his pace, groaning into me as I tighten around him.
So close already.
His thrusts are deep and hard, pulling me apart from the inside out. I am soaring higher and higher until it feels like I will crash into the stars.
Crash, I do.
Breaking apart at the seams, I came completely undone. “Oz,” I breath in an almost silent cry. My muscles clamp down on his cock as he thrusts into me. I can’t think, breathe, or see anything other than his eyes. I pull him in to kiss me, our lips bruising with the force of our passion. As the waves of my orgasm calm, I realize Oz slows his pace and has not yet met me at the height of pleasure.
He pulls himself from me instead, forcing a whimper at the loss of him. He presses my hand to his face, then kisses the inside of my wrist, my palm, and my fingers. He places my hand against his chest and grabs me by the chin, forcing my eyes to focus on his. “Turn around, and hold on to the headboard,” he commands, and something stirs in the depths of me.
“Yes, sir.”
Quaking with excitement and expectation, I obey. Gripping the top of the metal headboard, it was firm, unyielding in my grasp. I can feel him behind me, placing himself at my entrance. This new angle lends itself to fantastic potential. I groan as he fills me. He has to know what he’s doing to me and how much I like it.
Oz doesn’t waste time letting me acclimate. He pounds into me with vigor and determination. Like he wants to crawl inside me as far as he can, and I beckon him with my cries of pleasure.
I don’t know how much longer I can last like this. I am a broken marionette, held only by my strings as my lover takes what he wants. As he gives me what I need. He clutches my hair and pulls my head back. It feels fucking incredible. Slamming into me with all the speed and force he could muster, my hands grip the metal frame for dear life. I feel his hand lace around my neck, squeezing and cutting off my air.
Good God.
My eyes roll back into my head, and I let out a feral cry to the world as I am overcome again. Sounds of twisting metal groaning under my grip are all but a whisper in the background. My orgasm seems to freeze time around me, and nothing exists outside of us. Oz is the only other person on the planet, and he is here, giving me all of him. I gladly take it.
Every last bit.
HearingWrencommandmeto start fucking her is possibly the most arousing thing I’ve ever heard. While I enjoy controlling and bending her to my will, the ferocity with which she delivered her order is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. I am more than happy to oblige and will never deny her anything.
It takes everything in my power to hold on as she comes unglued. I just want one more moment of pure unadulterated bliss for the woman who is my everything. When she calls me ‘sir’ as she obeys my direction to grasp the headboard… It had almost been enough to get me to erupt right then.
Her hands grasp the metal bar and the sight drives within me, a primal need. Groaning as I fill her, I pound myself deep within her, giving her my entire length without hesitation. I know it won’t be long before her tight cunt ripples around me again, and that thought has me slamming into her with reckless abandon.
Tangling my hand in her hair, I pull her head back. Her throaty cry when I do, releases a growl from me. Christ, she is intoxicating as she writhes for me.
The warmth of her pussy enveloping me is addicting. The bond we share is exhilarating, and I’ll be damned if I don’t think she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Her sexy mewls of pleasure are enough to drive me insane. I feel my sack grow heavy, and I grunt into her.
Fuck.
