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“Do not stop,” he commanded from his own clenched teeth. “Beg me, little tupulai. Give me every fucking word.”
I nodded, though it took me another moment to realize he wanted more than that. Had dictated it. He delivered a blatant reminder with a bold slap to my ass, making me jolt sharply—and mewl hard.
As he surged the first inch of his perfect penis into me.
“Yes,” I groaned. “Oh yes, Master. More, please. More of your cock. I need it all. I need it fucking me,”—a high, elated cry, as he filled me with the rest of that hard, pulsing stalk—“like that! Please…just like that…”
His guttural groan blended with my elated gasps. For several thrusts, then several more, we were both wordless, weightless, mindless…lost to another dimension, the creation of space and time known only to our souls. It was fire and fury, surrender and salvation, an honesty of my body and mind I’d once written off as the stuff of pure fantasy—the kind of connection the universe would never gift to a strange, snarky, kinky creation like me. I’d been simply resigned to exist as a freak, never hoping to find any others like me. Sure as hell not expecting to find that soul mate inside a prince with the body of a Greek Olympian and the face of a Roman god.
Yet again, the joke was sure as fuck on me.
Yet again, I wept with pure joy about it.
As the lover of my wildest dreams delivered an even harsher smack to my other ass cheek.
“Spread your hands wider on the wall, my sweet. You shall need the leverage.”
“Yes, Master.”
I was even grateful for how he pushed my upper body down, letting my head drop between my shoulders. My grateful tears could splash freely to the floor—and I let them as he drew my senses even farther outside my body, yanking my hips back with brutal tugs.
“Such a beautiful cunt.” He reangled his cock, driving it down into me. “Beg me to ride it hard, tupulai. Use all the words, so I am harder for you.”
Shit, shit, shit.
Yes, yes, yes.
“Please…ride me, Master,” I husked. “Fuck my cunt with your hard, huge dick.”
He grunted ruthlessly. As his cock surged bigger against my walls.
“Beg me to hurt you with it.”
“Yes. Please. Stab it into me until I scream. I need it. I need—”
“Say it, Lucina. I shall keep it safe. Say it.”
The tears worked into sobs, as the words were freed from my soul. “I need the pain. Give it to me. Take it from me…”
“Yes.” He thundered into me, filling the room with the brutal smacks of his flesh upon mine, turning my body and my mind and my soul into the willing, wanton instruments of his desire…of our desire. Taking my lust, and turning it into pure fire. Taking my surrender, and turning it into his power—the life force he gave right back to me, burning and strong, in the form of every savage plunge into my hot, tight tunnel.
“My good—”
Thrusts and pain.
“—sweet—”
Desire and deliverance.
“—fuck!”
And then…transcendence.
The explosion of everything. The funneling of my senses, my sex, my essence, my world, into the words he growled out next, while going completely still inside me.
“Beg me again, Lucina.” His breaths came heavy and fast on my neck. His chest heaved and pushed at my back. His hands came together, almost in prayer, as he rubbed both thumbs along the pulsing button at my core. “Beg me for my come.”
“Yes!” I screamed it, beyond caring who heard, even over the revelry of the crowd and the ongoing booms of the fireworks. “Give it to me, Master. Give it all to me!”
