Page 104 of Nemesync
“Just a few more inches,Milaya. Come on, take it all.”
Then she began speeding up the pace, going up and down as I helped her, thrusting upward, pushing myself deeper at every thrust, letting her accommodate herself.
She was making me so proud. I brushed her tattoo on the end of her stomach ‘ART’. She was indeed art.
“I’ve dreamed of seeing what you look like on top of me.”
MyLittle Nightmarewas looking dreamy at that moment. Darkness wasn’t feeling empty anymore. Lust and desire filled the space, suffocating us in that room.
Parted rosy lips, flushed cheeks, long dark locks enveloping us. She was the most stunning being I’ve ever seen.
“And what do I look like?”
I lifted my head up, kissing and licking every visible inch of skin in front of me. “Divine.”
Her head fell back, while I grabbed her hands and placed them behind her back to keep her in place.
I was in a primal state, an animal, nothing could stop it. It was killing me hearing her at a loss of words, taking me so well, rolling her hips on me.
I was inside her, yet she was the one not leaving my head.
“Elijah, you feel so good...” She moaned in a soft cry.
I gripped her throat as I thrust harder and faster.
“I know baby, I know. Keep doing that.Fuck.”
I moved my hand from her throat to rest on her stomach to see how good she was taking me but then she grabbed it back, wrapping it around her throat again.
“No, keep it there,” she whispered.
Fuck, she was made for me.
“I’ll give you what you want.”
I kept my hand firmly around her throat, mesmerized by the image of her riding me more and more intensely.
She gasped and moaned with each thrust, her nails digging into my thighs. Pain.Pleasure.
I’m sure her nails will leave a mark on my skin.
And then I felt her coming, she arched her back, her breath hitching. “Come for me,Milaya.”
And she obeyed, coming all over me, her walls tightening around my cock.
I continued, thrusting and sensing that I was about to follow quickly, ready to spill out on her thighs.
But then she leaned in closer to my ear and whispered, “Stay inside me.”
Fucking hell.
I reached my peak a few seconds later, guided by her moans and screams. I held her close, releasing myself in her sweet cunt—so welcoming, so responsive.
“My beautiful addiction.”
It was too much. She was too much; I was being consumed in the best way possible by her existence.
We just laid down on the bed, entwined and naked. I traced lazy circles on her bare back, our bodies still humming from what just happened.
