Page 289 of Nemesync
He stopped and looked at me intensely. “What a view you offer me there, Zanae,” he breathed before lowering his face, drawing the curves of my breasts with his mouth.
He lingered on my nipples, sucking on them before biting them. I instinctively arched my back, seeking more friction. He continued to suck on my breast while his hand found the second one and massaged it gently, but with desire.
“Those perky nipples are itching for my tongue, aren’t they? Or should I use my cock between those tits?”
Without waiting, he pulled out his cock and slid it between my breasts, gripping them tight around him.
He groaned with pleasure, thrusting between them.
I could almost take him in my mouth like this.
“Gorgeous,” he breathed.
He moved faster, his cock sliding between my tits as he squeezed them tighter. His fingers teased my nipples, pushing my breasts together. Then, suddenly, he stopped, leaving me breathless and wanting more.
“I need you to come first.”
I loved the way he touched me, with my body trembling beneath his touch and gaze, consumed by the passion that devoured me with his eyes.
He straightened up, leaning on one of his arms as he licked his fingers, all the while looking at me, never breaking eye contact.
“I’m gonna make you scream, and I want you to forever remember how good you feel between my fingers. How your cunt stretches so perfectly for me every time,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on every movement of his fingers, watching my reactions as I gasped for air.
Slowly, he spread them across my folds, that erotic prelude to what waited for me but when he felt how soaked I already was for him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, his eyes darkened and I breathed heavily, begging for more.
“Make me feel alive again,” I demanded.
He didn’t wait any longer and let out a deep exhale.
“My favorite addiction.”
He kissed me, pressing his pelvis harder against me, once, then again, stroking that sensitive spot, that raw, throbbing ache I never knew existed until his touch. And I sighed, savoring the kiss followed by the friction.
“Right there, right there,” I urged.
He took both my wrists in one hand, securing them above my head. “That’s better. Let me remind you who’s in control.”
His lips grew more passionate, tongue entwined with mine, and my body greedy for more, greedy forhim.
He chuckled, the sound deep and so rich. “Hold on, baby,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire, “Savor this. Feel it,Milaya. Feel how your body belongs to me.”
He spat between us, the saliva pooling at my core, intensifying the lubrication, and as he glanced back at me, a sadistic smirk appeared on those lips. “You love when I mark you like this, don’t you?” He whispered before leaning towards me and offering me his fingers to suck, “Suck on them, Zanae,” he demanded, his voice filled with desire.
My tongue swirled around those veiny, inked fingers, slowly. He bent down to kiss me before those same fingers moved down to stimulate my clit. A moan escaped me, and he kissed it away before whispering against my mouth, “You’re mine to play with tonight. Let’s see how much more you can take.”
He gripped his cock between his hand and traced my entrance teasingly before plunging deep inside me in one powerful movement.
“Oh! fuck!” I whispered in a muffled scream.
Agony and bliss swirled inside my veins like an elixir, intoxicating me with sensations of euphoria and delight.
A raw and loud whimper escaped my lips, his grip on my wrists tightening to make me stay in this position. “That’s perfect. You were made for me to fuck and possess.”
With a primal urgency, he withdrew almost completely and then thrusted back into me, claiming me completely as his.Deep, so deep that I could feel him high in my abdomen, every movement stretching me in ways I didn’t even know were possible.
Painful. But addictive.
“Only a few inches left. Stretch for me, Zanae.”
