Page 43 of Princess Claimed

But again, she surprises me.

Adjusting her position, she uses her strong little arms to brace herself, pushing back even harder against me. Is she enjoying this?

This woman is a marvel. A wonder. A miracle. Her small body is absorbing so much.

But I have another weapon I’ve yet to unleash. A weapon that causes explosions that destroy every female I fuck.

Sliding my hand under her hips, I sift through the too many layers of fabric, searching for the hard nub that drives females mad when I touch it. Especially if I do it at the same time my cock creates friction, putting pressure on so many interconnected nerves at once.

Whenever I stroke or pinch this nub, I make women scream—at first urging me to keep going, and then begging me to stop. But I never stop. Never for more than a few seconds. And I repeat this pattern, stopping and starting the abuse of their clits while continuing to fuck them, until they’re unable to speak or to move. Until their bodies are jelly, quivering, shaking, and convulsing inside and out.

The Master taught us to avoid this spot on a woman. To never touch it. He warned us that stimulating it might lead to forming attachments. But for me it’s been the opposite. Abusing these magic nubs gives me control. It gives me the ability to determine when, how hard and how long the women’s holes contract and pulse around me.

Clits give me power over women. And as for the women, they never develop feelings for me, because I take them miles past the point where they can feel anything at all.

And remembering my purpose, I resolve to mistreat Ana’s hard little nub until she hates me forever.

Under the fluffy fabric, my index finger finds my target. Her hips buck at my touch, and she moans. My chest floods with joy.

Stuffed deep inside her, I stop thrusting for a moment to focus solely on her nub—pressing, stroking, flicking, trying to figure out what will be most effective with this princess.

She cries out. Her back arches to an impossible angle, and her contractions begin, strong and steady around me. I’ve done it. Brought on her first climax.

Fucking fantastic. For a moment, I lose my mind, letting myself revel in my own pleasure as her tightness squeezes me with rippling waves that seem to tug me in even deeper.

But now that her contractions have begun, I don’t plan to let them stop. Not ever. Not until she’s a quivering, blubbering mass of jelly spread between me and this pool table, unable to move or to speak.

Not letting up on her nub, I pull my hips back, and then thrust forward, renewing my drives, moving against the force of her contractions. She’s beyond tight around my cock, her body giving mine far more pleasure than I want to admit.

Her juices penetrate my skin, flowing into my bloodstream and yielding so much enjoyment and energy it’s almost like I have my fangs in her throat. Her hips react to each one of my drives, circling, pushing back against the pressure of my heavy body, increasing the pleasure delivered to my cock. Ana is a fucking miracle.

I want to do whatever it takes to make her little body feel good too.

No. No I don’t.

Reminding myself what this fuck is about, I stop stroking her nub and adjust her position, preparing to pound her even harder.

Her contractions subside, and she pants for a moment, sucking in gulps of air. She’s recovering. I can’t have that. Pulling her ass off the table to change my angle, I brace my legs and slam into her even harder. Using her arms, she supports her upper body as I pull her hips back, going as deep as I can with each thrust.

Adjusting my fingers between her legs, I pinch her nerve-filled button. She cries out, her back undulating, her hands clawing the pool table as if she thinks that might help her escape my harsh touch, or my pounding drives.

Her contractions lift me out of my body again. Out of my mind. I have no control over what I’m doing. I’m in fucking heaven now.

Even though I’m three times her size, even though I’m the one who’s driving into her, I feel as if I’m the puppet, like I’m the one who’s being controlled by the sexual pleasure.

I don’t fucking care. Her cunt can use my cock all it wants. Her nub can use my fingers to get what it needs. The rest of the world is a blur. All that exists is Ana’s juicy cunt, squeezing powerfully around my cock.

But through my pleasure haze, I realize her contractions have lessened. I need them to start up again. Whether it’s for her or for me doesn’t matter.

Pausing my thrusts for a moment, I let up on her nub to stroke it more lightly. Teasing it, I swirl my finger around its perimeter, randomly grazing over its top, and her body jerks and twists with each tiny flick.

Her cunt tightens again, as if all her muscles are coiling up inside her, as if every nerve in her body is preparing to explode. So, I rub her nub harder again, and her contractions start up anew, even stronger this time.

I match them, pushing deeply against their power. Her entire body’s involved in this climax, her spine undulating and twisting, shifting her hips and ass and creating even more pleasure for my cock as it pushes and pulls in and out of her.

Each time I switch up my pressure on her clit, or change the rhythm or depth of my thrusts, Ana moans or gasps or both. And I love how she reveals the effects of my actions in real time.

She’s my puppet now. Her body is fully under my command, and I love it. She’s sobbing, heaving, but somehow, she’s still pressing her hips back against me.

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