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Athanasios

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Her sex struggles to take me, and when I make her ride me, she whimpers.

I settle her fully onto me again and slide my hand between our bodies.

“Shhh . . . no rush.”

I kiss her mouth as I massage her clit.

“I’m crazy about you, Brooklyn. I won’t hurt you. This is all about pleasure, aggele mou . I’ll teach you to take me. You’re soaking wet. Your body is craving to be claimed.”

She shivers, and using my shoulders for support, she lifts her hips, tentatively starting to rise and fall.

I keep rubbing the stiff little button, and she bites her lip, as if trying not to moan loudly.

“I want to hear you,” I demand, but instead of giving me what I ask for, she holds my face and kisses me.

Her pussy is hot and slick inside, and I’ve never had to hold back so much in my life, letting her set the pace for now, when all I want is to fuck her hard.

I guide her into a steady rhythm, controlling her so she doesn’t go beyond what she can handle.

Gradually, she starts to relax, her walls stretching to take me, and when she looks at me with those needy eyes, I speed up the pace.

It’s a hell of a struggle not to bury myself deep into her body, because the filthiest thoughts fill my mind. I want to pound into her until I hear her scream, begging for more, but instead, I press my mouth to hers in a slow kiss, savoring her with my tongue and cock.

I switch positions, laying her beneath me, one arm on each side of her beautiful face, studying her reactions as I start to thrust with more fervor.

I groan when I feel her wet curls brushing against my pelvis each time I drive into her.

I fuck her without haste until her moans grow more and more desperate, transforming into whimpers of pleasure.

I pick up the pace, lifting one of her legs across my chest diagonally and over my shoulder, like scissors. In this position, she’s vulnerable, open, but I can’t hide who I am or what I like.

“Touch that little pussy while I fuck you.”

She obeys, and when I glance down, I go wild at the sight of her small hand teasing the sensitive spot.

Brooklyn is moaning loudly now, but I want more—I want her pleasure to match mine.

I suck her breasts, nipping at the nipple, and I know I’ve found a sweet spot when she clenches tightly around my cock and her hips push upward.

“I need it harder,” I tell her.

“I want you. All of you. Don’t hold back with me.”

“Don’t say things like that. You’re driving me insane, Brooklyn.”

I thrust hard, losing control, and she screams and claws at me.

When I look down and see my cock coated in her arousal, I roar.

Our bodies slide against each other, and there’s nothing gentle about this fuck. It’s hungry passion, pussy swallowing cock, male claiming female.

Lust, unrestrained desire.

I knew Brooklyn would be delicious, but I didn’t expect her to be so perfect for me.

Fiery, sexy, filthy—she’s a living, breathing fantasy.

Her muscles begin to squeeze around me with increasing frequency, and I know she’s close.

My cock throbs, desperate for release, and as she tightens around me, I punish her for driving me out of my mind by sucking her nipple.

“You like having this pussy filled by me?” She shudders, her lips parting in a gasp. “Of course you do. You want me here inside you, stretching you, thrusting deep.”

My filthy words seem to push her over the edge, because she stiffens and, with one final gasp, gives me her climax.

I feel the orgasm building within me, but I still want more. I pull out of her and sit back on my heels, bringing her back against me, entering her body again. “Turn your face to me. Give me that mouth.”

She moans, reaching back to grab my neck and twisting her torso to do as I asked.

I suck her lips and bite the lower one hard. Her pussy clenches.

I lift her with one arm around her waist and settle her on my cock again, my fingers roughly tugging at her nipple. “Grind on me, Brooklyn. You can do it. Show me your naughty side.”

I cup her sex completely, my open palm drenched in her slickness.

She squats, her feet planted on the bed for support, bouncing on me faster and faster.

It’s good, but I want deeper, so I position her on all fours and drive into her to the hilt.

I rotate my hips, testing, searching for the spots inside her that give her the most pleasure. When I find the perfect angle, I pull almost all the way out and slam back in.

The sight of my cock splitting her narrow slit drives me wild, and I pound into her relentlessly.

“Ahhh . . .” I tangle a hand in her hair and thrust hard, my hips slamming against the soft flesh of her ass.

The fuck reaches a feral, untamed crescendo, and Brooklyn whimpers, begging me to satisfy her.

I give her what she wants, fucking her senseless, and when her pussy contracts, I command, “Come on me.”

She pulses once, twice, three times, and then lets out a long moan, her face falling against the mattress, spent.

The sight of her raised ass drives me crazy.

I lean over and thrust deeper as I whisper in her ear, “I’m going to take every part of you. I’ll fuck your pussy, your mouth, and your ass.”

My own words drive me insane. My thrusts turn almost brutal, furious, and finally, I pull out of her and come.

The jets of my hot seed mark her ass and thighs, and Brooklyn gasps.

I pull her up, intending to kiss her mouth.

I place my hand over her heart, feeling it race. Mine does too.

Our breaths are uneven, our bodies satisfied, numbed by the force of our surrender.

“That was . . .” she says.

I turn her to face me. “That was what?” I need to know because I don’t even understand what just happened.

“I don’t know. I’m afraid to say something and ruin everything. I’d rather just feel.”

I lie back on the bed and pull her over me.

Instead of answering, I kiss her because if anyone can mess this up, it’s me.

Sex has always been a physical need for me, so I don’t want to say something wrong and push her away.

“Sleep a little. I’ll feed you later.”