Page 90 of His Hell Girl

"Yes," I moan, letting him do whatever he wants to my body. "And you're mine too," I continue, needing that confirmation.

"Yours?" he asks, almost offended. "There's no me without you, hell girl. You fucking owneverypiece of me," he grits out.

"My mind,"thrust, "my heart,"thrust"my fucking damned soul,"thrust, "this cock," he says, pulling out all the way as he slaps his length against my clit before stroking it along the seam of my pussy lips, "that's never been inside another, that willneverbe inside another," he growls, "just like your pussy's only mine and willonlyever be mine."

My heart skips a beat at his words, and I relish the way we have this unique connection.

Out of nowhere, he moves behind me. I look back to see him on his knees, his mouth on my pussy. His finger still in my ass, he continues to slowly move it in and out of me as his tongue laps at my wetness before pushing it against my entrance, twirling it around my opening as he ravenously drinks me in.

"No one," he speaks against my lips, his breath hot as he blows air over my clit, making me shiver. "No one's going to know how sweet your nectar tastes." He continues to lick me, a long swipe from my clit to my ass, the sensation shocking me as he suddenly replaces his thumb with his tongue, the tight ring of muscle relaxing and responding under his careful ministrations.

God, but I'd never dreamed about half of the things he's doing to me. It seems so dirty and forbidden and I love every single moment of it.

"Or how your tight little ass begs for my cock." He pushes his tongue inside and my eyes widen, mind-blowing pleasure shooting through me. "And you'll get it, just not now," he declares and anticipation builds inside of me.

Yes! I want everything he has to offer.

Before I can even reply he's back inside me, stroking me so deeply I want to weep.

"I love you," I cry out, both my heart and my body in alignment as an orgasm tears through me.

"I love you too, hell girl. I adore you. I fucking worship you. There's no one that compares to you," he grunts, his thrusts picking up speed. "No one that can hold a candle to you. My fucking goddess," he mutters almost incoherently.

My pussy tingles with awareness, his guttural sounds coupled with the way his cock is still forcefully slamming into me enough to make me violently come—again—my walls spasming all around his length.

"Yes, that's it, hell girl. Come for me," he commands in my ear.

His hand wrapped in my hair, he grips it tightly as he brings me against him, my back fully fitted to his front, his mouth on my neck as he licks my scar. His other hand slowly caresses the front of my body, from my breasts lower, to my stomach before eventually settling on my clit.

Already sensitive from the many orgasms he's wrought from me, it's almost painful to the touch.

"I can't…" I trail off, unable to come again.

"Yes, you can," he states, his voice serious as his fingers continue to stimulate my clit.

My body tries to jerk away from his, but he's holding me tightly in place, his touch igniting me again despite the initial promise of pain.

"Vlad," I whimper, on the edge of the precipice. So close, yet so far.

He lowers his mouth to my neck, sucking at the sensitive skin, his movements on my clit quickening as his cock continues to assault me.

And suddenly, the combined action has me screaming my climax, the force of it so powerful I'm literally seeing white in front of my eyes.

My entire body becomes slack as I fall face down onto the mattress.

"That's my good girl." I hear Vlad's satisfied voice as he pats my ass affectionately.

I can barely move, but I can still feel the ferocity of his thrusts as he chases his own pleasure.

His cock swells inside me even more, and I feel the warmth of his seed as it shoots straight to my womb. He holds my ass tightly to him as he empties himself inside of me, ensuring not one drop of his cum is wasted anywhere else.

Collapsing on top of me, he gathers me to his chest, his cock still inside me, his arms tight around my shoulders.

"Did I hurt you?" he asks, nuzzling his nose in the crook of my neck.

"No. It was perfect," I tell him, holding him close and snuggling into his embrace. "I love you."

"Love you too, Sisi. More than anything," he says and my chest expands with an overwhelming amount of happiness.

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