Page 87 of Unleashed

He leans back, slides his thumb across my lower lip as he grins, satisfied and dark. “That’s my dirty girl. Begging for my seed.”Then he grips my ass, lifting me higher, driving himself deeper inside.

“Bounce on me, baby. Show me how much you love my cock.”

I do, slamming down on him, moaning so loud I don’t care if the whole damn house hears.

He snarls, “Good. Fucking. Girl.”

I ride him harder, desperate, lost in the filth of his words, the possession in his voice. With my hands braced against his chest, I grind down, finding that sweet spot where his body meets mine, getting that friction I need against my clit.

A whimper slips from my lips at the contact, my body gyrating in a wild dance of pleasure, craving more, needing more. His fingers trail down to the aching bud, applying just the right pressure to send waves of sensations spiraling up my spine.

“God, Isaia…” is all I can manage.

“Christ,” he groans. “Look at you. Belly round. Tits full. Dripping. You’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

My body tenses, pleasure coiling, building, cresting, and I dig my nails into his chest.

He hisses, one hand sliding up to squeeze my throat lightly, not choking, just claiming. “I’m gonna pump you so full you’ll never stop dripping. You want that?”

“Fuck, yes.” I ride him harder, desperate, lost in the filth of his words, the possession in his voice.

“Come for me, Everly,” he growls. “Milk my cock. Show me how much you love being bred by me.”

His words detonate inside me. I shatter, screaming his name, pussy spasming around him.

Isaia bucks up into me, savage, relentless. “Take it, baby. You take me all in. Don’t waste a drop.”

He slams deep, groaning, and then he’s spilling inside me, hot and thick, pumping me full until it leaks down my thighs. I moan, delirious, as he holds me down on him, grinding, making sure I take every drop.

When it’s over, I collapse against him, trembling, still stuffed with his cock and his cum.

I sag against him, breathless, trembling, still full of him. His hands stroke my back, my hair, but his cock stays buried inside, thick and hard, refusing to let me go.

“There’s no heaven for men like me,” he whispers into my neck, and I hear him inhale me deep. “When I’m buried and my bones are dust, I’ll still belong to you. You carry my name, my child, my soul. Anyone who comes for you comes for me. I don’t forgive. I don’t forget. I end. When the world tests us, baby girl—they won’t survive me.”

The end.