《INSATIABLE [DARK ROMANCE] COMPLETE》[🍑]Stunner
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I find solace in just noticing the stars above me
And though it's only for a moment it's all that I need
Feng Suave- Noche Oscura
Chapter Twenty Four
||MASKY||
"I'm not done with you."
I could feel her body react as I said those words and my cock twitched uncontrollably in my pants.
My fingers were still exploring her soaking pussy, delving deeper and deeper still while my tongue was doing the same with her mouth.
I wanted everything she could give, her warm body under mine held limitless possibilities.
Where did I want to put my cock first? It was so hard, twitching against her as precum spilled from the tip.
God, I wanted to be buried all the way inside her, but her mouth was so warm, hearing her gagging on my cock would probably make me cum right away.
Decisions, decisions.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair I slid my tongue deeper into the recesses of her mouth, fingers hastily unbuckling my belt as I pulled it loose from my pants, using it to strap both her hands together.
Breaking the kiss I flipped her over onto her stomach, watching her perky ass jiggle. She was breathing heavily, her arms restrained above her head, fists clenched.
I loved how helpless she looked in that moment, it made my cock rock fucking solid.
Fuck, she was perfect.
I smacked her ass once, hearing her let out a sound of protest that had me hissing out a breath.
More. I need more.
Another slap followed, then another and another. I could get addicted to those sharp little cries she made every time my palm struck her, and I didn't feel like holding back.
She was whimpering now, trying to squirm away but I had already locked her legs between mine, holding her in place as I grasped her asscheeks, spreading them open to watch her glistening juices drip onto the sheets.
Fucking hell.
My mouth was on her dripping pussy in an instant, licking up and down her slick folds as I spread her open even more.
She smelled so good and tasted even better.
Letting her go with a final smacking kiss on her puffy pussy lips I realized she had her face buried in the sheets, her muffled moans dying on the mattress as her body shook visibly.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back and smacking her ass once more before sliding my thumb into her awaiting cunt, stimulating her g-spot directly as I pressed my lips against her ear.
"You're enjoying this aren't you?" I questioned.
She let out a shuddering breath, her back arched to the point where her pussy was directly pressed up against me, ready to be explored by my turgid cock.
"Answer," I grunted out, slipping my thumb out of her and freeing my cock, slapping it against her ass so she could feel how hot and hard she made me.
I can't remember a time when anyone else ever made me this hard. My cock was pulsating, thick and veiny, aching to be buried as deep inside her as it could go.
"Y-yes," she finally breathed, sounding strained as I had a grip on her hair still. She was in the perfect position to take my cock and I grasped the length of my dick, rubbing the tip against her slick pussy lips and using it to spread them open.
As I positioned my cock at her entrance I sank my teeth into her shoulder, biting down hard enough to taste her blood on my tongue and my cock forced its way inside her sopping hole, feeling her swallow it up like the perfect glove.
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Her scream was the sexiest thing I'd ever had the pleasure of hearing and it made me want to hear it again and again so I couldn't help but try to force the entirety of my cock into her, feeling her pussy sucking me in as she tensed, whimpering and sobbing under me.
Tugging her head back even more I could see the tears streaming down her face, filling me with excitement.
Fuck, I can't get carried away.
I stilled, kissing along her neck and licking at her ear, "it's okay baby, you can take it."
She shuddered under me, barely able to utter any intelligible words and I started moving inside her again.
"I...I-" her voice was barely a whisper her words refusing to come out right as she gasped and shook.
She was so warm and wet inside it made my most primal urges resurface and I struggled to keep my composure.
My hand released her hair and I watched her bury her face in the bed again, grasping her hips as I pulled my cock out of her halfway, waiting for her to relax a bit before I slammed myself inside her again.
I bent to grasp her breasts between my fingers, squeezing them as I aimed to pump her full of every last inch of my cock.
"F-fuck~"
Did I hear correctly?
Smirking in amusement, I pressed my mouth close to her ear, "finally got you to curse, huh?"
She didn't answer but I could feel her pussy pulsing on my cock and I continued to thrust into her, grabbing her nipples and tugging them to hear what other dirty things she wanted to say. She was squirming, trying to get away from me but I'd never let her go that easily, not when she felt so incredible inside.
"C'mon say it again," I teased, slowing down my thrusts but continuing to stroke her deeply as I grabbed her by the throat with both hands.
"It h-hurts," her weak protest made me want to cum in her right then and there but I only gritted my teeth, rotating my hips and feeling my cock swirl around her insides.
"I know."
She was sobbing again, pleas and moans leaving her lips with each stroke of my thick shaft inside her creamy pussy.
"I c-can't take it! Please-" she sounded so weak and desperate, how the fuck am I supposed to stop now?
"Fuck, keep begging-- just like that," I couldn't help but start fucking her harder again, delving deeper and deeper into her, wanting to ruin her for anyone else.
No one else was allowed to fuck her like this. The thought itself made me see red and I gripped her throat with one hand while I smacked her ass with the other before spreading her cheeks so I could force the entirety of my cock inside her hot cunt.
She sobbed openly, continuing to beg, "please, please please-!"
"Please what?"
The slight of her body under mine, quivering and glazed with sweat as I pumped my cock into her was driving me crazy.
I reached down and started to rub her clit, feeling her body shake and shiver as I stimulated her engorged and now even more sensitive bud, making sure she was getting the full length of my cock.
She was making sounds but no words that made sense, pleading and whimpering as I aimed to make her cum again, this time on my cock.
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"I- I'm...Ma-ah f-fuck Masky!"
"Mm~ are you gonna cum?" I asked, a sly grin on my face as I continued to stumilate her bundle of nerves while feeding her my cock.
Fuck, she was good at taking it too.
"Mhm!" She was moving her hips now, grinding her pussy on my cock in a desperate attempt to increase her pleasure.
"You look so pretty taking my cock," I praised, slamming into her over and over as she let out garbled sounds, her insides flooding with moisture and spasming on my cock so hard I could tell she was cumming and that's all it took. It was like a headlong rush into orgasm and I pulled my drenched cock out of her, cumming all over her perky ass.
I wanted to cum inside her but that's for another time. Seeing her covered in my cum was even better.
I let her go, watching as she collapsed onto the bed, her hair a mess and her breathing ragged.
What a beautiful sight to behold. She was making those tiny whimpering sounds too, like she was still feeling the effects of our fucking.
It didn't take long for me to spring to action again as I looked down at her. She was spent, helpless and at the mercy of my cock. The feeling that gave was a hundred times more potent than when I would satisfy my bloodlust by killing.
I wanted more but could she take it?
I reached over and removed the belt from around her wrists, running my thumb over the marks that had been left there and then over the bite mark on her shoulder.
She'd look so good covered in my marks and bruises.
I turned her onto her back and she looked up at me in that cute way that had my cock twitching, instantly grabbing her attention.
I watched her eyes widen when she realised I was still rearing to go, a string of cum dribbling from the tip of my shaft.
I leaned in, capturing her lips with mine as I kissed her passionately, sliding my tongue into her mouth and groaning at her taste.
My hand traveled under her body, grabbing her ass as I flipped us over so she was laying on top of me. She was too weak to even lift her head but that was okay, she wouldn't need to move a muscle for what I had planned.
Her body shook as she felt my fingers brush against her swollen and wet pussy lips and she let out a soft sound of protest but I held her tight, continuing the kiss.
My cock was twitching and bucking up against her and I sucked on her tongue as my free hand grabbed her other ass cheek, spreading her open while my cock rubbed against her pussy, using her wetness as lube.
How the fuck was she even tighter now? I hissed out a breath as I forced my way in, pushing past her entrance and into the soft, warm recesses of her soaked pussy.
"M-masky..." she had broken the kiss, barely able to move as she tried to lift her head.
"Shh, it's okay," I caressed her cheek, kissing her forehead as I made her rest her head on my chest while I spread her open even more and lifted my hips, sliding the rest of my cock in, "let me fuck you to sleep."
She was breathing heavily, soft whimpering sounds leaving her lips as I held her, sliding my cock out of her slowly almost to the point of seperation before slamming into her hard, eliciting a surprised gasp from her.
Slowly I pulled out again, continuing the same rhythm as I slammed my cock back in. Over and over, slow out, hard and fast back in. Her pussy was sopping wet, squelching each time my cock surged forward, balls deep inside her.
What a fucking stunner she was, taking my cock like she was made for it.
I continued fucking her that way, teasing her each time by stilling for a few extra seconds while pulling out before ramming into her again.
It wasn't long before she was shaking, her nails digging into me as she could do nothing else but take my cock.
"Oh my god you're incredible-"
Her words caused a smile to cross my face and I let her asscheeks go, wrapping my arms around her torso in a tight hug as I sped up the pace, fucking her faster than before.
"Mmh~ I could get addicted to this," I whispered against her hair, "your pussy feels so good on my cock."
"I'd d-die," she moaned out, her pussy clenching on my cock so tightly I hissed, squeezing her closer to my chest as I pulled her up off my cock, cumming on her ass again.
Fuck that was quick- what the fuck did she just do?
I had planned to draw out the second round but I guess she had other plans, grabbing my cock with her walls so tight like that.
I loosened my hold on her, caressing her back as she continued to breathe heavily, still too worn out to move. I peered down at her to see that she had her eyes closed.
"Go to sleep," I spoke softly.
"Mm," was her only response.
Kissing her forehead I continued to caress her soft skin.
My cock was still hard but I paid it no mind, closing my eyes as well as I allowed myself to come down.
Tomorrow we'd be making the journey back to her town and she'd have to decide if she wanted her life back or not.
It made me wonder what would become of us. I definitely wanted her and now that I'd already been inside her there's no way in hell I'm letting her go.
Her breathing had grown more shallow now, a sign that she had drifted off to sleep and I buried my face in the crook of her neck, sucking on the soft skin there until I was satisfied with the bright red hickey I left behind.
One wasn't enough though, so I continued to suck and lick on her neck, careful not to wake her. My cock was twitching, wanting to be sheathed by her warm pussy again but I held back from sliding into her although she was right there for the taking.
Maybe that's what I wanted all along. Since the very first time I'd met her, she'd never left my thoughts. I plan to fuck the shit out of her as much as I can, until I'm completely satiated.
Tonight, however, I'll let her get some rest.
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