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My cock hardened, adrenaline surging, and I knew we wouldn’t make it far before we tore into each other.
We stumbled into the suite, the door slamming shut as I pushed her against it, my hands fisting her sweater, yanking it over her head. Her breasts bounced free, no bra, nipples tight and pink, begging for my mouth. I growled, ripping her leggings down, the fabric shredding under my fingers, exposing her black thong, already soaked. She kicked the leggings off, her nails clawing my shirt, buttons popping as she tore it open, her hands raking my chest, leaving red welts that stung with delicious fire.
“Fuck me, Elias,” she gasped, her voice raw, her legs wrapping around my waist as I lifted her, pinning her to the door.
Her pussy pressed against my cock through my slacks, the friction maddening, her hips grinding with a desperation that matched mine.
I was fascinated by her body—every curve, every scar, the way her thighs flexed, the sweat beading on her collarbone. She was a storm, wild and untamed, and I wanted to drown in her.
I bit her neck, hard, tasting salt and skin, her moan vibrating against my lips. My hands gripped her ass, bruising, spreading her cheeks as I ground into her, the thong a flimsy barrier.
She clawed my shoulders, her teeth sinking into my earlobe, a sharp sting that made my cock throb.
“Harder,” she demanded, her voice a snarl, her eyes wild, daring me to break her.
I carried her to the bed, tossing her onto the black sheets, her body bouncing, legs spread, pussy glistening through the thong.
I stripped my slacks, cock springing free, thick and pulsing as I watched her.
She propped on her elbows, beautiful breasts heaving, her grin feral. “You gonna stare or fuck me?” she taunted, sliding the thong aside, fingers circling her clit, slick and swollen, a sight that drove me feral.
I lunged, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, my other tearing the thong off, the fabric snapping.
Her pussy was bare, pink, and dripping, and I didn’t wait, thrusting my cock into her in one brutal stroke, filling her to the hilt.
She screamed, body arching, walls clenching tight, a vice that made my vision blur. I didn’t hold back, fucking her hard, hips slamming, the bedframe rattling, each thrust a claim, a vow.
Her moans were loud, unhinged, filling the room, her nails digging into my forearms, drawing more blood.
“Deeper,” she growled, legs locking around me, heels digging into my ass, urging me on.
I released her wrists, gripping her hips, lifting her to meet each thrust, my cock hitting that spot inside her that made her eyes roll back. Her breasts bounced, sweat slicking her skin, and I leaned down, sucking a nipple, biting hard enough to make her gasp, her pussy pulsing around me.
She was a vision—wild, raw, every inch of her body a map I wanted to memorize.
I flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her ass up, spreading her cheeks to see her pussy, red and swollen, my come already mixing with her arousal. I slapped her ass, the sound wet, her skin blooming red, her moan a mix of shock and need.
“Again,” she begged, pushing back, and I gave it, another slap, then another, her pussy clenching with each hit.
I thrust in, deeper, my hands bruising her hips, fucking her like the world was ending, adrenaline pumping, our bodies a collision of need and fury.
“Elias!” she screamed, her voice breaking, her body trembling as I reached around, fingers pinching her clit, rolling it hard, driving her over the edge.
Her orgasm hit, pussy milking me, body convulsing, her scream tearing through the room. I roared, my release exploding, filling her, hot and endless, marking her inside and out.
But we weren’t done. She spun, straddling me, her pussy still dripping, taking me deep again, riding me with a ferocity that stole my breath.
Her nails carved into my chest, welts rising, her hips slamming down, each thrust a jolt of pleasure-pain.
I gripped her thighs, bruising, fascinated by the way her muscles flexed, her skin flushed, her eyes locked on mine, green and blazing.
She leaned down, biting my lip, drawing blood, her tongue licking it away, a primal act that made my cock throb inside her.
“You’re mine,” she snarled, her voice raw, her pussy clenching, another orgasm building. She slid up and down proving her ownership.
I flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide, hooking them over my shoulders, thrusting deep, my cock hitting her core.
Her pussy was swollen, sensitive, and she whimpered, oversensitive but craving more.