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“You can’t change your mind.”

“Neither can you.”

“I don’t want you to hate me.”

“I could never hate you.”

“Everyone hates me.”

“I’m the only one that matters. I don’t hate you.”

She kissed him again and while she did, gripped her shirt and leaned away from him, pulling it over her head.

She heard and felt his sharp intake of breath as he looked at her body.

“I don’t care if they do. I can’t have you hate me.”

“I want you beside me, in every way.” She went to stand up, leaving his lap and his hands held her in place. “I can’t remove my shorts if you don’t let me stand.”

Without hesitation he lifted his hands, his eyes hungrily focused on her.

Mel unzipped her shorts and kicked them off, then kicked her sandals off. She was reaching for her panties when she sensed, rather than actually saw him move. The next thing she knew she was face down on the dinner table, her feet braced on the floor, her upper body spread across the table, and her now bare ass bent over and waiting for whatever he chose to do. She felt his hands as they traced her spine down to the globes of her well rounded ass, then further down her thighs and calves as he squatted behind her.

She choked on her own breath as his hands held her in place and he buried his face between her cheeks, his tongue seeking any place between her legs that he could find to explore.

Mel moaned as she struggled to spread her legs further and arch her back to offer herself more readily to him.

She both heard and felt his slow snarl as his tongue prodded, then plundered every crevice of her body, sending her into full body shivers.

Then as quickly as he squatted behind her, he was standing again, and what remained of his clothes were being tossed in shreds to the floor.

She tried to lift herself to look back at him, but his hand landed squarely in the middle of her back and shoved her back down.

Then she felt him prodding at her ass.

“Not there,” she said, “not yet anyway.”

He growled, but lifted her ass into the air a few inches, the head of his cock successfully finding her pussy.

“Yes, there,” she said, pushing back against him as he rocked his hips. “Ohhh, yes. Ple…”

Her voice stopped working as he slammed his swollen cock into her channel. He anchored her in place with both hands and went about fucking her harder and faster than she’d ever been fucked. She tried to tell him there was plenty of time, but her voice didn’t work anymore. She was breathless, panting, and being devoured all at the same time.

The harder he stroked into her, the louder her moan, and the slicker her juices.

She was only aware of the heat of his body, the strength he kept carefully coiled and hidden within, and the fact that the bit of darkness that lived inside him, would never intentionally harm her. Instead it, it seemed to feed off her need for him. He started up a new sound, like a combination of a growl and a roar, and his fingertips, now sprouting claws began to squeeze her hips as his strokes got longer and more concentrated as he angled his cock for certain areas inside her that would give him maximum stimulation.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” she begged.

He shoved himself as deep inside her as he could, then lifted her body on his cock, just a few inches off the table so he could get under her enough to jab at her cervix with short little jerky stabs of the head of his dick.

She screamed, her back arching as she went into orgasm, and he roared, the tip of his cock attaching itself to her as its length swelled to make sure that none of his seed left her body. As they both convulsed in ecstasy, he fell forward, his upper body covering hers as he let her fall back to the tabletop.

Sometime later, how long she had no idea, he finally raised up off her, and lifted her from behind, carrying her to the sofa in the living room, where he sat down, with her on his lap, facing away from him, still impaled on his cock.

She felt his tongue on her shoulder, then his teeth gently graze her skin. “Ride me,” he growled at her.

Mel nodded and very gingerly tested out rocking her hips. When she experienced no pain, she started doing exactly what he’d ordered, gradually working up speed and setting a rhythm.

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