Page 78 of Pragma
My chest is still heaving when he whispers darkly, “Now you look like mine.” His blazing blue eyes are focused on his cum dripping down my chest. I like when he turns possessive over me. But my obsession wins over his. Hands down. Hands. Down.
I grab the body lotion from the edge of the tub and pour some on my fingers. “This part is not yours yet,” I say sultrily, as I lift my body to insert two fingers inside myself, looking straight into his darkening eyes.
I need more of him. I’m not even remotely satisfied, and he’s still rock hard. My tongue licks the small cut on his cheek, and then my teeth go for it just as I feel his finger spearing my hole and sliding next to mine. Fuck! It’s like having four of mine inside. I’m so stretched already, but I know his cock is thicker. I start bouncing hard and fast on them, I need to get this prep stage out of the way fast.
“I’m trying to be gentle here,” he grumbles.
“Don’t want that. Just be who you are. I’ll take you…ahhhh!” He yanks the fingers out and gets me on his dick, pushing the tip in. Even after days of fucking, it’s still not easy to take him.
“Just give it all to me, the whole bumpy, elephant dick! I need it.” I’m already high on pleasure. That mushroom cockhead of his is the ultimate orgasm tool.
He shoves it all in, forcing tears out of my eyes. But the sudden fullness I’m feeling alleviates the sting and assuages my mending heart. His fingers wrap around my wrists, pullingthem behind my back as he begins moving inside of me slowly, steadily, bouncing me on it. Like he has no rush at all, like he wants to enjoy me thoroughly.
This is different. He usually pounds my ass like an alien in heat until we both cry out our bliss. His hips are driving into me with unrelenting thrusts, his moves are slow but purposeful. Our chests keep rubbing every time he bottoms out, turning my nipples taut. The way he’s fucking me is still very passionate, but there’s something more to it. His intense blue eyes are glued to my face, and in them, I can see clearly how deep his desire for me is, how profound his love. He accepted his fate, finally.
“Every time I hit this spot.” He fucks up into me to show me the exact place he’s talking about. “You squeeze me so tightly.”
“I can’t feel anything but you,” I moan, letting my head fall back. His raw cock is the embodiment of pleasure.
“Yeah?” he growls, giving me a powerful thrust.
I arch my body until I can see a small bump on my lower belly. “This is all you, bunny.”
“Shit!” He seems hypnotized by it as his finger brushes over it and then pushes, making my eyes cross. “I’m so deep in you.”
“Go deeper,” I beg.
His thrusts have turned more forceful, desperate. My name on his lips, his light body hair, his thick, veiny cock fucking me, and those scars. I’m going to come.
“Oh god! Fuck! Give me a scar.” I feel the urge to be marked while he’s inside me.
He instantly gives a vicious bite on my neck, and I climax again, crying out all my bliss as my dick throbs untouched, sending jizz between us.
“I’m coming inside,” he warns me just before I feel his warmth invading me. My ass opens up and greedily gobbles down every drop of it.
“Want to stay in you,” he murmurs in my ear a while later, when our hearts are beating slowly again and my knees start to hurt against the hard tub.
“Don’t ever pull out,” I mumble. My arms tighten behind his neck, and I rub my nose over his chest as I wiggle my hips over his lap. He’s half hard inside me.
“I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. Mine.” He kisses my head.
“Mine,” I echo his words. “Should we just stay like this forever?”
He chuckles, jolting our bodies as he stands up, holding me against him. I cling to his body with my legs and arms…and on his shaft with my inner muscles.
He moves us near the sink and sets me down on the counter as he starts cleaning and drying me.
“Kumicho?” I ask.
“She’s fine.”
I had no doubt; she will outlive us all.
“And Fuckchill?” I snarl, thinking about Ling Wang’s smug face over mine.
He cusses a few insults before replying, “Food for fish.”
“Fucking shit! I wanted to finish him,” I bark. He was my kill. My revenge. “Fuckchill needed to taste my sword.”
