Page 110 of The Darkest Hour

Just when I thought the moment couldn’t get better it did.

I was so close to spurting cum all over her pussy.

And it wasn’t my fault.

It was the feel of her tight, warm pussy around me.

It was the erotic ecstasy of her pleasureful moan.

It was the way her body moved in sync with mine, meeting each thrust with animalistic hunger.

My grunts filled the night air as I relentlessly pounded into her.

My hands clutched her hips, guiding her movements, matching my rhythm.

“Fuck Havoc. I’m. . .I’m gonna. . .” Her words trailed off into high-pitched sighs.

“Go ahead wildcat,” My voice was a harsh whisper as I continued to thrust into her. “Cum for me.”

“Oh. Oh.” She let out a strangled gasp as the first wave of orgasm hit her, triggering her body to convulse in pleasure underneath me and her slick walls to tighten around my cock even more.

The sight of her coming undone like this was incredible, she was breathtaking in this raw state of pure ecstasy.

“Havoc. . .” she moaned my name again and again as another wave of orgasm hit her. “Havoc. Oh, Havoc.”

I gave one final thrust, burying myself deep inside her as I too reached the peak.

And I hadn’t wanted to stop.

I could have fucked her forever.

Yet, this raw, intense pleasure washed over me, spreading through every fiber of my body.

“Goddamn it!” My release came shooting out hot and potent, filling her to the brim. “Oh, ffffuck!”

It was such a powerful orgasm that it left me drained and breathless.

I fell onto her back, pulling out of her pussy and forcing us to tumble over onto the ground, and even still I continued to shoot cum all over her ass, thighs, and even the ground. “Ohhh fffucck!”

I didn’t even know how long I continued to cum.

I just knew that my eyes were closed and she had her head on my chest, panting into my sweat-slicked skin.

When I did, finally, open my eyes, I stared up at the star-studded sky.

And. . .I had to admit. . .to her and to myself. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my fucking life.”

Worship

Onyx

My dream enveloped me like a thick, oppressive shroud.

I found myself kneeling in a dark, damp cave with jagged walls and mounted firelit torches.

Around me, hundreds of figures knelt on the cold ground. Black hooded capes hid their faces.

And the whole time, they whispered in unison, “Worship. . . worship. . .worship. . .”

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