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He approaches my face, his breath against my lips. “Make a filthy fucking mess on this floor.”

He shoves back in with more force and faster, and with that, I'm a shivering wreck, my whole body consumed with pleasure. My eyes roll back as he fills me with his thick fingers. I contract around him over and over again. Hot liquid oozes out of me, pooling onto the floor. The orgasmic waves wrack through my body, pushing me further and further until all I can do is let out a ragged moan of pure ecstasy.

“Good girl,” he rumbles deep in his throat. The mere mention of those words, like I’m some obedient pet, has me breathing heavily and my face growing warm. His heated gaze roams my body, assessing the mess.

A satisfied smirk spreads across his lips as his cum-coated fingers approach his mouth. He moans around them before his lips crash against mine in a possessive kiss.

His tongue explores me, tasting my arousal. His hands grasp me tightly, pulling me closer as his lips whisper against mine, “You taste like pure sin, Angel.”

Rhyland snatches me off the floor in a single fluid motion. His brawny arms heave me up as I clasp my legs around his broad waist, my legs locked. His free hand caresses and squeezes my bare ass as the other curls through my hair at the base of my skull, tugging me closer to his rugged chest. His hungry lips devour mine as he carries me effortlessly toward the couch, our bodies pressed together. His arousal is hard against my stomach, and my wetness coats his abdomen. I’m desperate for him, craving his touch and unable to resist the sheer sensuality of this man.

Will I ever get enough of him?

We tumble onto the plush white couch as I straddle his hard frame. His hungry mouth devours my lips as he plunges his eager tongue between them. His hands move lower, finding my hardened nipples and giving them the attention they crave. I arch my back in pleasure as he sucks and tugs at each one, sending waves of electricity down my body.

This man is a master of my body and knows every erogenous zone that will make me quiver with desire. He ignites fires within me that only his touch can douse, making me wetter than the deepest ocean. He moves to my waist and grabs my ass with his rough hands, kneading it almost painfully as I moan in pleasure. He continues to suck on my nipple, whispering filthy words that only increase the intensity.

“You’re gonna slide your needy cunt onto this cock and ride it like the goddess you are,” he growls, desire coursing through his veins. “Let me hear you moan and scream as I tear apart what is mine.”

Oh God, his words. His depraved, degrading filth is music to my ears. I know it's wrong, and I shouldn’t want it, but I can’t help myself. I crave it more and more. He takes me with such an ardent intensity that I feel liberated and secure as he ravishes and debases me.

He makes me feel treasured and desired, like his very own. His possessiveness rouses a fire in me that can’t be extinguished.

My pussy aches for him as I wiggle my hips up against the throbbing head of his powerful cock. His colossal size left me tender for days afterward. Yet, I don’t care. I need more of his roughness. His feral pounding takes me so deep that I'm physically shaken by it. That is what I need, not tender sweetness but wild and passionate sex that leaves me feeling like I’ve been broken apart and remade.

I roughly grab his hair, my hands pulling him closer as I grind against his. I am soaked with desire, eagerly awaiting to impale myself on him. I can almost feel the thrill of resistance when I take control and slip only the tip of him inside me, teasing him. He lets out a strangled groan, and his fingers dig into my fleshy hips as he tries to keep himself in check. The curves of black ink that decorate his body are like a masterpiece begging for attention. His neck arches back as I lick a path up his vein-corded neck.

He rams his hips forward, desperate for entry. But I lift myself with a smirk, reveling in the knowledge that he’s not getting what he wants.

I want him to beg this time. His eyes bore into me, and a deep growl erupts from his chest, “You’d better sit your sweet little ass on this fucking cock now!” he orders. “Don’t play games with me, Angel.”

I remain still, savoring his attempt to restrain himself and only arching my brow in amusement. I savagely crush my mouth to his, biting his lip hard enough to draw the sweet nectar of his blood. He deepens the moan that escapes his throat as he grinds against me with feverish intensity. But before it’s too late for either of us, I pull away, tormenting him further with my withdrawals.

“Oh, Angel. You think you can fucking toy with me? I promise you, sweetheart. You won’t stand a chance.”

His voice is deep and full of lust, dripping with the desire to dominate. I dare him. My voice husky, “Beg.”

His response is immediate and fierce. Not waiting for consent or approval, he grabs my hair, painfully yanking my head back, as his mighty cock plunges deep inside me. My scream of pleasure is only muffled by his cruel kiss as he thrusts in and out with feral ferocity. His other hand grips my ass, pushing it deeper onto his cock as I beg for more, moaning under the savagery of his invasion.

He pulls away from my lips, his eyes smoldering with desire. His gruff voice fills the air, “I don’t beg, baby. I own absolutely every inch of you.” He claims as he runs his tongue up my neck.

I wanted it. Domination. His commanding thrusts pierce me, and I bounce on his hardness. He lets go of my hair, and I release a feral wallow of pleasure as my head pitches backward in ravishment. His guttural moans are agonizingly triggering, and my arousal courses through me like wildfire.

“You love being owned by me, don’t you, Angel? Let me hear your filthy screams as I fuck you; let them rip from your throat as my cock takes you to heaven and back.”

His hard, pulsing shaft fills me to the brim as if it is about to burst through me. I want him more than anything. His relentless pounding drives me wild, and my breasts bounce between us with every thrust.

“Rhy—” I groan as he kisses my mouth before I finish my words.

He growls back at me, “That’s right, baby. You’re only going to say one name from now on—mine.”

His thick cock feels so good inside me that I have no idea how much more I can take. It is too much pleasure for one person. I eagerly respond to his urgent thrusts, relishing every moment of sensual pleasure. His calloused hands expertly move across my body, lightly squeezing my breasts and teasing my nipples with his tongue. He’s everywhere all at once.

His cock enlarges inside me with each passionate stroke. I can feel myself reaching the heights of ecstasy. I grind against him with vigor, wanting more and more of his sensual attention until I feel like a volcano about to erupt.

He seems to sense my impending orgasm, and as I tremble in anticipation, He firmly grabs a handful of hair at the nape of my neck and quickly pulls me into him. His sharp canines slowly sink into my throat, eliciting a sulfurous moan from within me. I bask in a forbidden mixture of pleasure and pain that shoots through my body like an electric current. As the joy of his teeth piercing my skin spreads throughout my veins like lava, I become enveloped in a euphoric state. My body goes limp as my arousal skyrockets to unparalleled levels. Everything is tinged with a compelling sense of ecstasy, unlike anything else I've ever experienced before.

Rhyland lovingly soothes me with his hands, savoring every drop.