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Rather than begging as I’d commanded, Briar simply arches her back, shoving herself further onto my impaling length until my pelvis is nestled snugly against the plush swell of her ass. A guttural groan rumbles up from my chest at the sudden friction, fingers digging into the softness of her hip reflexively.

“Fuck…” I hiss between clenched teeth, sparks of rapture detonating along every nerve ending as she rolls those lush curves with increasing fervour. “What in bloody hell do you think you’re—”

The words die on my tongue when Briar abruptly levers up onto her palms, tossing a blatant smirk over one shoulder as she starts grinding her hips back slowly. The pressure of her pushing backwards forces me down onto my haunches, leaning back slightly as I concede to her demand. The new position shifts her onto my splayed thighs in a reverse cowgirl, putting her squarely in control of the rhythm and depth.

A ragged groan punches from my lungs at the blistering heat, every delirious flex of her inner walls constricting with velvet tension around the thick shaft. Those swaying tits bounce with each languid roll of her hips, the tight peaks of her nipples pebbled into stiff points against the silk of her dress.

“Bloody fucking… fuck, ” I grate out again, torn between lust and disbelief at Briar’s audacity. Leaning back to brace my weight on splayed palms, I watch in captivation as she starts picking up the tempo—back arching into a perfect bow as she angles herself to take my cock deeper on each downward grind.

Smothering a string of curses, I shift my knees slightly wider, maximising Briar’s range to keep bucking those lush curves onto me, my hips rolling up to meet hers. The subtle aid seems to embolden her, encouraging a more frenzied rhythm as she chases her pleasure. Shameless little suka. Always so fucking defiant, even in her own carnal desperation.

But goddamn if she doesn’t look like a bloody dream come to life astride me like this.

A fresh shudder wracks my frame at the erotic display, desire searing through my veins like combusting petrol. Hauling my focus up towards Briar’s flushed profile, I’m momentarily enthralled by the rapture writ so clearly across her delicate features—the fluttering lids, parted lips glistening with moisture, cheeks stained that enticing shade of carnation.

Christ, she’s so bloody gorgeous like this. A bloody vision of temptation. The way the morning’s glow of dawn filters in to silhouette her feminine curves in a soft caress has my chest constricting with a foreign emotion buried beneath the banked inferno of cravings.

Forcing my gaze lower, my breath catches as my graze skates over the raised brands marring her skin. Those deliciously permanent claims branded into the tender flesh above each hip dimple, the black silk of her dress framing over them delicately.

Lust thrums through me intoxicatingly whenever I catch sight of those vivid reminders. Her allegiance may have been extracted under duress, but it still represents her belonging solely to me and my cohorts—our not-so-demure little plaything now branded like a common whore in the most delicious way.

A harsh groan rasps from my chest at the wicked thought, hips arching upwards in reflex to bury myself even deeper into that scorching vice gripping me. The languid slide of her walls rippling over the pierced crown has white sparks bursting across my vision momentarily.

Hips rolling in a mesmerising rhythm, head hanging forward with ecstasy written across every plane as she uses me to chase her own oblivion. Those honeyed curves move with the grace of an exotic dancer, but the frantic sensuality is purely born from Briar’s own need.

Another low groan reverberates from deep in my chest, pleasure coiling low in my groin as she starts bouncing more aggressively onto my pelvis. Bloody hell, the sight of her rolling her hips onto me like this—hair tumbling in wild disarray, thighs glistening with her arousal—is single-handedly more arousing than any sensual dance could ever hope to be.

Because Briar isn’t performing some practised seduction for an audience. No, this is her in the throes of her own euphoria, utterly shameless and untamed in her pursuit of sinful pleasures. Reduced to a raw, primal creature consumed by lust and need as she rides my cock.

And what an absolute fucking privilege it is to be the cock she impales herself onto so voraciously.

Hissing out a shuddering breath, I rake my graze over every inch of honeyed flesh and feminine curves. From those lush tits bouncing with each frantic grind, to the taut ridges of her shoulders flexing in time with the erotic rhythm, down to where my shaft disappears again and again between those sumptuous thighs…

Fuck, it’s almost too much to stomach without obliterating every last shred of control.

“That’s it, srdie?ko,” I growl in rare praise, momentarily too mesmerised to even consider attempting to regain dominance over this encounter. Not when she looks so fucking exquisite impaling that greedy little cunt onto my cock like the slut she is for me. “Fucking Christ, you’re so goddamn sexy.”

At my gravelly words of encouragement, Briar’s rhythm somehow manages to notch even higher into a frenzied buck. Each flex and ripple of her inner muscles grips me tighter, every grind driving the pierced ridges of my shaft flush against that spongy front wall inside with devastating precision.

Another hoarse groan punches up my throat at the merciless friction, skull tipping back as fingers clench into the bedsheets so tightly my knuckles blanch. My entire body feels consumed by the tempest building within—strung out and delirious, every molecule tuned to the exhilarating cadence and friction.

My hips cant upwards of their own volition, chasing that peak building relentlessly higher with each slap of flesh. Tremors are wracking my muscles, sweat beading on my skin as I desperately fling control to the wind and simply surrender to the hurricane of sensations.

“Christ… yes, fuck, just like that,” I grit out again, words slurring into a haze of strained syllables with the effort of holding back my own release. “Take what you need, srdie?ko… bloody hell, you look so fucking gorgeous bouncing on this c-cock— sh-shite! ”

The end of the sentence frays off, eyes screwing shut against the blinding tsunami of white-hot rapture that detonates up my spine. My hands abandon the bedding to clamp down brutally on those lush curves, hauling her down forcefully to swallow every inch as the first convulsive pulses of orgasm rip through me.

“ F-Fuuck… ” I manage to growl out hoarsely between panted wheezes, muscles seizing as I fight to ride the cataclysmic storm currently shredding my composure to scraps. Wave after wave of release sears along every nerve ending in my body, leaving my bones liquefied and consciousness threatening to splinter into a thousand fragments under the onslaught.