Page 119 of Isolation
“Fuck,” Raven cries out and pushes her ass back even more.
I hold onto her hips tightly to restrict her movements. I pull back, only to slip inside at a more leisurely pace, struggling for control.
I need to watch her pussy slowly swallow my cock. I pull out and do it again, loving how her beautiful ass cheeks frame my soaked dick.
I keep at it until Raven starts to whimper, and her walls start to clamp down on me. But this is not how I plan for her to come tonight.
Raven twists her torso to look back when I abruptly withdraw from her.
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Raven
One moment I am in the reach of oblivion again. The next moment Milo is pulling out of me.
He suddenly lifts me in the air, holding my body to him with my back to his front, one arm around my waist.
It’s dark. I can’t see a thing. I am levitating off the floor, and it’s scary as shit.
My eyes adjust by the time I am on my feet again. I am standing right behind the armchair, adjacent to the couch. A hand grabs the back of my neck and bends me over the chair.
“What the hell, Milo!”
The front of my body is pressed against the chair. I can feel Milo’s warmth behind me.
I manage to twist my head right as Milo’s weight and warmth disappear from my back.
Milo pulls my thong off completely, which was still around my ankle. He drops to his knees, his tongue landing on my cunt.
I hiss and grab onto the fabric of the chair.
He moves his tongue up to the crack of my butt and spreads my ass cheeks wide. I am stunned when he starts to lick the crack of my ass and keeps at it.
An unfamiliar type of pleasure starts to build inside me. My thighs start to quake, and the types of moans I never knew spills out of me.
Turning my head slightly, I watch Milo as he eats me out. My body is about to let go at just that sight. Right as I am about to do exactly that, Milo pulls away.
Before I can protest, he shoves into me and starts fucking me so hard that I would fall, taking the chair with me, if his arm didn’t snake around my waist.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t talk.
I can’t even moan.
Not when he is fucking me this roughly. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls so my back arches.
Miloleans in closer, trapping me between his large body and the chair. I try to rotate my hips and push back, desperately trying to reach the orgasm he denied, but he doesn’t budge.
He keeps me pinned and bent over, using the support to go in deeper, to fuck me even harder.
His fingers move to my pussy for only a moment. The same fingers, drenched in my juices, move to lubricate my crease.
My breathing stops.
I hear his heavy panting as well.
He plays with the crack of my butt before his index finger starts to push past the tight ring of my ass.
