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Quickly, he yanks the panties out of my mouth, dropping them on the cobblestones. “Sorry, baby. Say your safeword if you need it.”
“Fuck you,” I rasp, jerking my hips, giving him the fight we crave. “And fuck my ass.”
“Such a brat.” He tugs the chain to my collar, his other fingers circling my clit. “I need to fuck your tight ass and take care of this little attitude you have.”
Take care of me?
Axel does.
With lewd, long thrusts of his cock, he drags his thick length out, before driving it back in. Over and over, he pumps into my ass, the pressure luscious and heightening every sensation in my body. My nipples ache. My pussy, too. Every part of me wants him like this.
“Look at you,” he praises, his voice husky. “Such a good girl, taking my thick cock in your tight ass. You love it, don’t you, Wildfire? All open and gaping for me. Your pretty, pink pussy’s dripping for me, too.”
“Yes, my king,” I sigh, shamelessly arching my back, taking more of whatever he gives me, and Axel’s taking me fast.
I don’t know how long I can resist the high edge he’s fucking me to. My hands find purchase against the brick wall, braced for his force, but slick lust streams down my thighs, wanting to slide into the waiting storm of pleasure.
I don’t want to fight Axel.
I want to fall into him and never return.
Like he senses my need, his fingers glide to my aching entrance. Plunging them inside me, his palm grinds over my clit. “So full of me, aren’t you, my queen?” He groans, “Your sweet cunt is dripping over my hand. Your tight ass clenches, loving my cock. Fuck, Wildfire, you can fight me all you want, but you have me. All of me. Always.”
“Axel, please,” I beg, abandoning our roles. “I want to come for you. Only you.”
He squeezes my neck. “Only me?”
“Yes,” I rasp. “Always, only you.”
“Good girl,” he praises. “Now, come for your king.” With a brutal thrust, he makes me take every thick inch, and I see stars. I feel his piercing, our ring, pressed against my tightest entrance, and I can’t find logic. The pressure and pleasure are too intense.
I can only feel his fingers, claiming my cunt, his palm,exciting my clit, his lips to my ear, his heart pounding with mine.
Axel’s everywhere inside me.
With another brute thrust into my ass and his gruff command, “Such a dirty girl, taking it in the ass. Come, my queen,” and I do.
Pleasure bursts through my core, cracking my walls. I cry out, and he covers my mouth, my shaking screams against his palm as savage as the blinding orgasm tearing through me.
It’s in control. Not me. It rushes over his hand, streaming down my shaking thighs. All that I’ve been holding back for hours won’t stop squirting from my cunt and Axel loses his mind with me.
“Oh, fuck, Ruby. Fuck, you’re squirting for me.” He sounds primitive. In pain. Unstoppable and unleashed. “Oh fuck, baby, I love you.”
He pumps into me, ruthlessly, cresting another wave inside me. He feels it, my walls pulsing around his fingers. It almost hurts, making me mewl into his hand, so he pulls them out, his slick fingers barely teasing my clit. That’s all it takes with his feral thrusts.
“Axel,” is all I can moan, think, or feel while I convulse, coming again with a splash over the cobblestones.
“Oh, fuck, Ruby, you’re making me come.” He uncovers my mouth, reaching to hold my hand, grasping the wall. He grabs my other, too, his hand dripping with my release.
With our hands clasped against the wall, his hips hammer, his cock claiming whatever is left of me. With a groan, he bites my neck, his thighs shaking against mine. Burying his face into my flesh, he grunts over my skin as his hulking body locks, and he spills inside me.
I can feel it. Pulse after pulse. His cock jumping with his next grunt, and I’m still pulsing and panting, too.
But suddenly, I sort of remember wherewe are, who we are, and for a moment, I fight for my focus. My hooded eyelids part, and I glance one way, then the other.
Thank god, we weren’t busted.
But still.