It's not just what she says that undo me, it's what pulses behind every word. What they carry, what they awaken. It's a raw, wild need burning between us.
A primitive, instinctive hunger.
I've never felt anything like this before.
It's all-consuming.
Chapter 33
Sandra
“I need to feel you inside me. Now.”
My words seem to break Mark's last shred of control.
With a growl, he lies down on his side on the bed and grabs my hips tightly, pulling me towards him.
"I need it too. I need to feel that tight cunt swallow me whole."
We're on our sides, my back pressed against his front. Then he grabs one of my legs, making me bend my knee upwards with my foot planted on the mattress. I stick my bum out, exposing my pussy.
His arm slides under my head while his other hand wanders between my legs, touching me deliciously, his fingers massaging my clitoris, making me moan.
"Fuck, I don't have a condom," his fingers stop moving and I feel him tense up behind me.
"It's okay." I rub against him, my voice coming out breathless. "I've been taking the contraceptive potion for months, just in case. It's still active until the end of the month."
"Thank God," he exclaims.
Then I feel him sliding into me...
I turn my face, seeking his lips, and he kisses me with overwhelming urgency as he moves his hips, pushing his cock slowly inside me, opening me up, claiming a part of me I've never given to anyone before.
His teeth sink into my lip before he licks and sucks, his kiss a mark, wild and unrestrained. And I kiss him back with the same intensity.
And his taste... his tongue diving into mine... the delicious possessiveness of his lips...
It's all I need to forget the twinge of pain as he buries himself a little deeper, my pussy squeezing around his immense size.
I am consumed by the overwhelming sensation, by the intense way my body suddenly fills up, a fullness that takes my breath away. My body stretches to its limit, my muscles tighten around him, and my heart races, frantic.
He's huge, I don't think I can take so much at once...
But before that thought takes shape, he sinks even deeper, invading me with an intensity that borders on the impossible.
I moan in ecstasy, because, by the stars... feeling him inside me feels so good.
It's a mixture of pain and pleasure, his fingers never stop massaging my clitoris and my arousal drips, making him slide more easily inside me.
His mouth leaves mine to brush against my ear, he nibbles on my earlobe, the tip of his tongue playing with it, his cock thrusting in and out in short, lazy strokes, but I know how muchthis is torturing him, his muscles trembling on top of me, while he maintains control, while he tries to be gentle with me so as not to hurt me.
"You're so perfect," he growls against my ear.
He squeezes my clit lightly as he continues to pour out possessive words, fucking me a little harder, a little faster.
"My female."
"Yes, I'm yours..." I moan.