Page 35 of Red's Revenge

He’s so hot and thick, and I’m so full of him I can’t stay still.

I try to shift, but he lets out a growl and pushes in further, and it’s just a pinch of pain from how deep he is. The leg over his arm starts to shake and yet he still doesn’t move.

I grab his shoulders for support and try to leverage myself to get some friction, but he lets go of my ass and pins my wrists over my head. The action shifts us enough that he sinks in more, and that’s when I feel him.

Right against my cervix.

“There it is.” His hips jab in a few times, bumping the sensitive tissue inside me, and I gasp.

“Oh God, wait.” I try to wiggle away, but he pushes me into the mattress.

“No, I’m done waiting. You’re mine now.” Then he pulls almost all the way out to slide in again in a smooth, slow stroke.

Every nerve ending in my body lights up. He hits all of my hot zones, from the way his pelvis rubs my clit on his down stroke to the drag of his dick on my g-spot when he pulls out. Then you have the pleasure-pain of his tip banging into my cervix the harder his thrust becomes.

This isn’t mere fucking, it’s a claiming, and the way he’s looking into my eyes tells me he wants me to know it. When I stop trying to flinch away and start raising my hips to prolong the sweet agony, he drops the hold on my wrists and flips my right leg up over his elbow, using my legs to pull my body into the thrusts.

“FUCK!” I scream out as he gives me exactly what I asked for.

HARDER.

“Breath,” he hisses as he keeps destroying my vagina.

I gasp in a lungful of air as I reach up to brace myself on the headboard. My back arches as he adds a little swivel of his hips when he’s in the deepest, and I swear it feels like the crown of his cock is causing my womb to open.

I can feel the orgasm building to epic levels, and my brain is lighting up with warnings that this pleasure isn’t typical and it may actually break us. My head shakes from side to side with the motion of our hips.

“Camila, fucking cum, Darlin’. Stop fighting it. Give in.” He raises my right foot to his shoulder, and he leans in.

“NO!” My core clenches and spasms as my orgasm crashes over me, not caring for the fact that I wasn’t ready.

Red spits on my core and then spreads it around my clit as he rubs it in harsh, rough circles.

“Yes, Sugar. Cum all over my cock. I want to know what we taste like.” My eyes roll into my head as my body convulses around him.

When my muscles loosen around him, he pulls out and drops his mouth to my core.

“Fucking delicious,” he groans as he sucks my clit.

The vibrations reignite the orgasm I just had or start a new one - I don’t know or fucking care. I palm his smooth head and hold him to me as my thighs close over his ears. His tongue devastated me just as much as his dick did.

“Mmm, my turn.” He surges up and kisses me while sliding back into my drenched core.

Then he flips us, and I’m straddling his hips as he pulls the leftover material of my night dress off my shoulders.

“Ride me, Darlin’. I want your pussy to milk me dry.” I place my right hand on his shoulder and grab the headboard with my left.

I pull up, dragging him along my walls, and then drop with a little force making my ass bounce. He groans and grabs my hips, helping me repeat the process. When I feel myself ready to go over the edge again, I switch tactics, grinding into him so my clit rubs on the coarse hair of his happy trail.

“Cami, slow down.” He grits his teeth as I sit back and let my core rub on him harder.

I’m so fucking close. Just a little more.

His hands squeeze me, but he doesn’t stop my movements.

“Darlin’, I’m about to cum, and I’m not wearing a condom.” I shake my head, not giving a shit.

I’m on the pill.

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