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“More.” I gasp, my desire urging me to score my nails down his chest, leaving my own marks on his skin. Each red line elicits a pulse of tightness around his cock—a testament to my arousal. I revel in seeing my marks on him and how his skin reacts to my touch.
“I want you stripped bare on my bed, your legs spread and your pussy dripping with desire,” he whispers, driving his cock deep inside me. He understands that by maintaining control and moving slowly, he only heightens my arousal. “I want each of us to pleasure you again and again, leaving your pussy so filled with cum that it drips from your tight little cunt for days.”
I swallow my arousal, clenching my teeth as my body shudders with pleasure.
“I want to watch your body arch with ecstasy as each of us fills every tight little hole of yours.” His voice deepens with every word he utters.
I begin bouncing on his cock, the motion intense and fast, but Desmond takes control, gripping my hips and holding me still.
“Not yet, kitten.”
“Oh God.” My body shudders as he keeps me suspended above him, my breath coming in and out in rapid gasps.
“Oh, kitten. You need to get used to the idea of the three of us loving you so passionately.” He thrusts up into me, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Fuck.” I bite back a moan, covering my mouth with one hand as I grind against him.
“So incredible, Charlotte,” he murmurs, tugging my hand away from my mouth and maneuvering to pin my arms behind me. His cock pushes even deeper, sending shivers down my spine as I grapple with the conflicting desire to escape or draw him closer.
Lust blazes in his eyes, burning into mine. “Do you enjoy it when I push your limits, kitten?”
I nod instinctively, recalling how intensely I responded to this side of him before, yearning for more of it, more of him. He built me up, coaxing out all these desires, then allowed me to release them, despite my initial fears and reservations about how his plan would unfold.
“I’m going to push every single limit you have, Charlotte. I’m going to unravel every little desire you hide from me. Do you know why?” He pauses, holding me still again.
“Why?” I whisper, needing to know, needing to understand everything.
“Because I love you, Charlotte,” he declares, driving his cock deep inside me and rolling his hips until my eyes roll back.
“Yes. Come for me, Charlotte,” he commands, his lips moving down to my shoulder, just as my body shudders with an orgasm so powerful that it pulls a scream from deep within me.
“Again, Charlotte,” he urges, his hands releasing my arms, only to grip my thighs, holding me in place as he thrusts into me. “Again,” he repeats, his voice demanding. I’m still in the throes of the first orgasm, attempting to slow my breathing and biting down on my lip as I struggle not to succumb again. I can’t help but groan at the sensation of him grinding against me while filling me so entirely.
“Again,” he commands, and the torment of knowing I have no choice but to obey is almost overwhelming. My body quivers as he moves me back and forth on his cock, my juices coating him, flowing around his length before dripping down to the seat below.
“More. Please, more,” I plead, my voice laced with desire. He thrusts into me fast and hard, pushing me into a frenzy of desperation, moving vigorously. My release builds up inside me, an intense desire that hits all at once, seizing my insides and making it impossible to maintain control.
“You’re going to enjoy it too, kitten. You’re going to love every naughty act we conceive,” he rumbles into my ear. He picks up speed once more, pounding into me harder and harder, his words dripping with a dark sensuality that ignites my passion. “You love being my filthy little plaything, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan, my breath hitching at the explicit nature of his words.
“Tell me,” he demands, his fingers digging into my thighs.
“I love being your filthy little plaything,” I confess, the words releasing a surge of arousal within me.
“Good girl,” he purrs, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Now beg for it. Beg for that pleasure you crave.”
“Please,” I say. “Please give me more. I need it so badly.”
He grins wickedly, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. “You’re such a desperate slut for me, begging for my cock. I’m going to make you scream my name.”
With those words, my body plunges into another mind shattering orgasm, the pleasure overwhelming and all-consuming.
“You’re so fucking wet, Charlotte. Your sweet juices coat me, and you’re still coming,” he snarls, driving into me relentlessly, his desire evident in every deep thrust. “God, you’re insatiable.”
I can only whimper in response, lost in the whirlwind of pleasure and the dirty talk that fuels it.
“Such a filthy little thing,” he continues, his voice dripping with lust. “You like being a mess, don’t you? Dripping and used.”
