Page 118 of His Hell Girl

I don't necessarily understand what's happening to me, but I give myself over to this insanity that's threatening to burst out of me.

Holding her closer, I suck her tongue in my mouth, exploring the depths of her mouth and wondering at the way my body responds. My cock swells even more in my pants, and I feel the tip leaking, my balls heavy and almost painful.

Her lips close over mine, deepening the kiss as she lets me swallow her whole, the urgency of the kiss making me sweat with impatience and anticipation. Her tongue plays with mine, letting me take the lead as I chase and she retreats, each stroke sending a bolt of lightning to my cock and making it twitch against my zipper.

Her fingers on my upper arms, her nails are digging into my skin.

I trail my hands down her back until I reach her ass, palming the bountiful globes and enjoying their weight as I knead them, bringing her pussy closer to my crotch and letting her grind on me harder.

But even that is not enough as I feel something overtake me, an insane animalistic instinct thatdemandsthat I take her.

Fuck her so hard and deep that she loses sight of life and death, of me and her, or anything else.

My hands on the material of her pants, I grab roughly on to the edge, pulling the seams apart and ripping the fabric.

I don't know what I'm doing. I only know that I need to be inside her.

She gasps, but she doesn't move away, helping me divest of her pants—or what's left of them. Her musky scent of arousal invades my senses and makes me lose my mind. My hand goesbetween her legs to find her soaked, more moisture dripping from her entrance as I play with her.

"Mmm," her sexy sounds do nothing but increase my urgency as I more or less rip the zipper of my pants in my attempt to get them off.

My dick bounces out, so fucking hard and growing even harder as I know her pussy's waiting for me. Pre-cum leaking from the tip, I swipe my finger over the head, combining our juices, bringing it up to her lips.

Her eyes widen, but she wraps those full lips around my finger, sucking it and swirling her tongue around it.

I groan out loud, that sight is enough to bring me over the edge.

My entire body is strained, and I know I can't waste another second.

My fingers digging into her ass cheeks, I lift her over my erection, impaling her in one thrust.

A low moan escapes her as I push into her body, feeling the way she squeezes the life out of me, her tight little body taking me so deep my balls meet her ass, a loud sound reverberating through the air as flesh meets flesh.

"Fuck," I curse out, clarity and confusion both making their home in my mind.

Like a man possessed, I grip her hips tightly, barreling into her pussy with such an intensity the head of my cock slams against the back of her womb.

Head thrown back she releases a strangled moan as she grips my arms even tighter for support.

"Sisi," I hear my own voice as I say her name, my thrusts increasing in speed.

Deep down I know I'm not being gentle, too much aggression rolling off of me as I maneuver her around.

But even that isn't enough.

I need deeper. Faster. Harder.

"Yes," she cries out as I stand up, taking her with me, her body still sliding up and down my length. She's so fucking wet, her juices are all over my dick and pooling over my balls.

Still holding on to her waist, I settle her on a table, her back hitting the cold surface as I practically tear her top apart.

I watch enthralled as her tits bounce up and down with every thrust, and I can't help myself as my hands close over them, playing with her nipples.

"Fucking hell, Sisi," I grunt, her eyes half closed, her breath hitching every time I hit deep within her womb. "I don't think I've been harder in my life," I tell her, my own breathing ragged.

The marks left by my hands are already showing on her body, deep, red finger marks that show she's been handled roughly and it only makes me want to brand her further.

"Vlad," she starts, barely able to talk, my thrusts increasing in speed, the table quaking under the assault. Coupled with the fact that we're in air, the sensation is completely mind-blowing. "It's too much," she breathes out, "too good… too…"

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