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“Swirl those hips. Get used to the feel of a hard cock inside you. Fuck, like that.” I pull on his nipple and pinch the stiff bud digging my nails in through the lace. Small ropes of jizz keep shooting from my slit, soaking him from the inside. I keep groaning as he works my dick like a pro.

He feels so fucking slippery inside, all stuffed with my cum. I can’t stop grunting. With his misty eyes laser-focused on whereour bodies are connected, he hooks his arms behind my head, stretching his torso and taking my still hard cock deeper.He was fucking born to take cock, to take me.

“From now on, I’ll fill you first and then pump my dick through it until I cream you again.”

“Whatever you want. Just…I need you!” His words force a roar out of my mouth. Those desperate tears rolling down his pale cheeks, they get me so fucking hard. I want to see him cry every time I fuck him.

I ease out of him slowly, still stiff and eager, before slamming back in hard. I want to make sure he feels me every time he breathes for the rest of our lives. He pulls on my dreads as the rhythm of my thrusts speeds up. I’m fucking into him, my hips lifting him high, bouncing him on my cock, my gaze hot on his ass as it rebounds and shakes. What a beauty. His hole is so tight and inviting. The slide of my piercing stroking inside his clenching channel is the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced.

I’m going to do this every day, no exception.

His fucked-up erotic noises turn something on inside me—a dark hunger. It urges me to smack his ass, both cheeks hard and fast not caring about anything but hearing his strangled gasps and high-pitched whimpers and feeling the way he arches his back and tightens up around my cock.

“You should have told me you were into this shit sooner, Sari.” I pull his hair back and suck voraciously on his neck. He draws in a short breath, his red dick jolting with every drive of my hips, leaking profusely over his flat belly.

My balls are boiling once again. He’s so fucking wet and hot inside, my cock is melting. I like the flush across the back of his neck and the way his body feels both firm and soft, the tremble in his voice as he begs me to hurt him more. Those plump, reddened cheeks jiggling as I pound him…damn!

“Look at this, all stretched, taking my dick.” I spit on my shaft and watch it, all slick and shiny, disappear inside him again. Fuck. What a view. I grab his waist with both hands and go to town on his ass.

All Sari can do is take it as I piston in and out of him, each stroke deeper than the last, almost as if I’m trying to reach his stomach.

“God, yes,” he slurs.

How beautifully he breaks under me.

“Every fucking day. Every day, this hole is going to be used and filled,” I promise him, and he answers with a lusty moan.

I grab his dick and start beating it off. He tenses on top of me. His insides clench, and he shudders violently against me as his cum covers my hand and his chest.

“Yes, that’s it. Enjoy your first time coming on my big cock.”

I turn his face to the side and swallow his slutty moans with my lips and tongue. I lift my fingers covered in his cum and slick our lips before kissing him again. His intimate taste fills my mouth as I share it with him, and damn it’s luscious.

Soon he turns limp in my arms, eyes closed, mouth open, still clamping down on me every time I drive leisurely inside.

“Open those beautiful turquoise eyes,” I tell him, grunting when he does. There’s so much languidness and blissful contentment in there.

I slide my hand over his torso, brushing a point over his bellybutton. “The head of my cock is reaching right here.” I press down to intensify the sensation, earning a broken whimper in response. He laces his fingers with mine, pushing them more firmly over his belly where my dick is slowly pumping. I’m watching us, hypnotized, feeling even more tethered to him now.

He turns his small, straight nose into my neck while rotating his hips on my dick. “Want to feel you deeper,” he whispers against my skin.

I need him under me. Now.

Slowly, I pull him off me and unceremoniously toss him on the bed. His surprised squeak makes me smile as I move on top of him, and without any warning, I push myself deep, all the way inside him again.

I lift his arms over his head and keep his wrists down with one hand—careful not to touch the wounds there. My other hand moves to his bra; I yank at the strap, tearing it, and pull it down until I have his nipple on display. The sight of his star-shaped birthmark makes me smile. My fingers brush over it before pinching and twisting the nipple as I grind my cock in him, pinning him down from the inside.

He wraps his legs around me, aquamarine eyes lost in mine, moans reaching the ceiling. That’s when I start to thrust, hard.

“Your darkness was made to match mine.” I spit on his nipple, and then pull on the stiff, slick nub. “My cock was made for this hole. I know you’re fucking addicted to it already. The wet soundyour slutty hole makes speaks for itself,” I grunt as I pound him into the mattress.

I can feel every inch of his body, his blazing insides, the trembling of his thighs around me, the ribs that show slightly whenever he breathes, his small nipples stroking my chest—so pale in color. It’s like he’s enveloping me whole with his erotic moans, warm body, and that sexy-as-fuck movement of his waist. He’s making me want him so badly. I want my scent to absorb and soak deep inside him, to his core and mark him for all eternity.

He’s pressing back into me, heels digging into my ass, and with the angle I’m nailing him at, I’m putting pressure right on his prostate.

“You look so beautiful when you’re getting fucked. Don’t you dare tell anyone your asshole is this fucking tight, not if you want them to live.” The thought of confining him somewhere in order to possess him crosses my mind—like it has multiple times before. I don’t care about our family. Our bros will understand my obsession since they have all found someone.

His mouth suddenly closes over mine, his hungry tongue pushing its way in. I respond so fiercely, I take his breath away, pushing him to the brink over and over beyond his point of resistance. When I bring him to tears and feel him squeezing around me as his cum splashes between us, I know it’s my time to let go for real now.