Page 74 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

A vicious thrust and he slams deep inside my pussy.

No stopping him after that.

He’s a man possessed.

I’m dragged onto his massive length like a fuck doll.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

The fullness steals my breath away straight from my lungs.

Lips curled over his teeth, he incinerates my skin with a carnal look on my bouncing breasts, the wanton ecstasy on my face, and down to my flat stomach before locking on where we’re joined.

My wet cunt drips even more arousal at his attention.

Widening his stance, he pounds into me ruthlessly, hard and unflinchingly.

I’m moaning and crying out so loud, not even the sturdy wood can keep them inside. It doesn’t even contain the obscene slapping noise his hips are making against mine. Or the thumping noise against the door, revealing just what is happening on our side.

“King! Oh God!”

I throw my head back, my palm slapping against the wood while I scratch my nails down his back.

His tongue licks a path around my breasts before teeth lock on my hard nub, flicking it teasingly. Locking my legs around his waist, his hands cup my ass, fingers digging into the crack as he sets a brutal pace.

I can’t tell where he begins or I end.

Trailing his mouth up my throat, he grunts in my ear, “Nothing could’ve prepared me for your tight pussy. It’s so fucking good, better than I dreamed. You take me so well, Twinkle.”

“I love having you inside me, Kingston.” A tear slips down my cheek. He licks it off. “Don’t stop. Give me everything.”

Marking my collarbone with a savage bite, he raises my right breast and sucks hard. Kingston gives the other one a pinch before he latches onto it, swirling his wet tongue around the nipple. He tastes them, switching between each while grinding his cock against my walls.

I clench around his girth.

His hand snakes down between us and pinches my swollen clit.

“Come for me,” he orders.

The climax tears through me, sharp and powerful, taking me by surprise. My body and psyche truly his slave.

“King! Yes… Ahh!”

I’m still riding the wave when my body floats in the air before my ass presses against a hard surface. I open my eyes and find I’m seated on the dining table. Kingston’s cock, still pulsing inside my core.

Wrenching me to the edge, he throws my legs over his shoulders and captures my wrists under his strong hands on the table until I’m immobile.

The position tightens my pussy, pushing his cock deeper and more snug. It’s pure ecstasy for him, while I’m in for pleasurable pain every time he thrusts.

His rugged face and broad chest looms over my small, naked frame.

“Don’t you dare lower your legs,” he warns. “No matter how wildly I fuck you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

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