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Shadows cloak us, and our position does, too, but they’re not enough to hide our indecent animal act. Bodies gather to watch, but Nick and Zar shield our space with their sheer size and shameless kiss.
Axel reaches down between my thighs, where I’m splayed open for him. Hooking his fingers over my soaked lace, he rips it, tearing my panties apart. With deft fingers, he unzips his pants, reaching in to free his hefty erection.
“Condoms?” I rasp, pressing my forehead to his.
“No condom,” he snarls. “You trust me. I trust you. And when I fill your sweet pussy with every drop of my cum, and you have my baby, fuck yes, you will. You’ll have every goddamn piece of me, Ruby.”
I search his eyes and can’t find the man who holds, protects, laughs, or even fights with me.
This is the man who cuts, who pours salt in wounds. The one who kills, and I want this death. I want Axel to kill every thing I was before and fuck us into something new, something together, forever.
He doesn’t wait this time.
He doesn’t ask.
He watches my eyes as I give my answer, crying out with his cock’s first brutal thrust inside my waiting pussy. Heinvades with his size, shoving the breath from my lungs, stretching my ache away, and filling me with more than I’ve ever had before.
“Feel me burning, Wildfire?” He pins me against the wall, his fist tugging my hair, his other hand bruising my hip. His lips brush mine, taunting, “Feel where I belong? Where I’ll live? Feel your tight pussy trying to take my thick cock? How you’llalwaystake me whenever I want you? All the time, I’m going to fuck you so hard like this.”
With his next thrust, he buries every inch of his cock inside me, to the hilt and I gasp, suddenly feeling it—the ring at the base of his cock, its steel metal bead rubbing against my clit.
His lips part, watching my eyes, amazed by the intense pleasure he’s giving me. His size. His piercing. His grinding hips. “Oh fuck,” I moan, my lips shaking at the euphoric sensation, at Axel, giving everything to me.
“Feel your ring, Ruby?” he growls.
“Yes, my king.” I clench my legs wrapped around him and circle my hips over it.
“Good girl. Now take it.” He starts thrusting, ramming his jewelry against my clit with sweet slaps. It’s the most luscious thrill, heightening my pleasure as his cock…God, it’s too big and so good.It pounds, stretches, and demands, and I want more. I need more. I need him.
I grab Axel’s back, scratching his flesh with my nails, my teeth sinking into his hulking shoulder. “Oh, fuck yes, Ruby.” He nips my earlobe before gently biting my neck; the pleasure and pain, perfect. “Fuck yes, baby, hurt me.” He rasps into my neck. “Hurt me like I’ve hurt, wanting to fuck you like this for so long. I warned you; I’ll mark you. I’ll come inside you and make you mine.”
“Yes, Axel,” I moan into his ear, my body, my everything, completely his. “Yes, I am.”
Dozens surround us. They’re strangers watching a huge, inked man ruthlessly fuck a woman against the wall, her nails scratching his devilish back, her screams of ecstasy,my screams, carnal and only crying out for more.
But all I feel is Axel inside me. His pleasure. His pounding. His possession. His need, powerful and primal.
“Show them, baby,” he growls loud enough for many to hear. “Be a good girl and let them watch your tight, wet pussy take my cock.Onlymy cock. This cock.”
Sweat glistens over his skin. His eyes feral as he drags his thick, glossy length out of my weeping pussy. People on either side of us can see it, before he slams it back in, his metal piercing clashing against my tender clit. It makes me moan, the ecstasy harsh and heavenly.
“Show them how your pussy exists for me to fuck. For me to fill with my cum.”
“Yes, my king,” I vow with our gazes locked, and I love every moment of Axel’s violation. Every second of his public claim. My every breath, his, as he grabs my kiss, too.
He’s taking me so hard. So debased, debauched, and delicious. Our spectacle. Our sex. Our truth hits me when he buries himself deep inside, suddenly and ruthlessly grinding his piercing over my excited clit, his mass brutally stretching me and my orgasm shocks me.
It’s so intense. A sweet annihilation. A cataclysmic explosion of white light through my senses. I can’t stop it. I can only cry out, convulse, and wrap around him as I come, shaking so hard that it hurts. My sweet flood doesn’t end. It squirts between us, making Axel grunt like an animal, his hips viciously hammering, chasing my release and his.
He groans into our kiss, like pieces of his soul release, and he’s giving them to me. “Ruby, fuck baby, take me,” he stammers over our lips, his brute body locking, trapping me as his icy eyes find mine and melt with his grunt, with his releasespilling deep inside me. I can feel his thick cock jump, pulsing with his piercing, my ring, pressed between us. I can see the rapture in his eyes.
“Aw, fuck yes. Finally, Ruby,” he sighs, pressing his forehead to mine, our lips brushing. “Fuck, baby, you were worth the wait.”
The crowd evaporates. I don’t care about anyone but the man I’m wrapped around. The man catching his breath, giving me a deep, fervent kiss, before he grabs my throat again.
“Run,” he rasps, daring me. “Run to your room with my cum dripping down your legs. Then get on your bed, on all fours, and show me that creamy pussy, ready for me to give you more.”
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