Once he was upon her, she didn’t have the good sense to back away. Instead, as he hauled her against him, she instantly melted into his arms.
Their kiss was savage.
A raw desperation tinged their claiming…
It was one of outright possession.
They stole the living breath from the other.
His sleep trousers met the floor.
The pajama shirt pooled at her feet.
Gloriously, now, they were skin to skin.
Still, kissing passionately and wildly, they moved across the room.
A pleased gasp escaped her as he whirled her around, and suddenly, she found herself facing the white plastered wall. Oh, yes, she moaned, his penetration would be all the greater.
“Can I fuck you?” he rasped unsteadily, grabbing hold her hands, and pinned them against her back. As his naked body pressed into her backside, they both expelled a ragged pant, and the sound of it only brought him that closer. “Over and over again, until you beg me to stop?”
She tasted her own breath as it fanned against the wall.
“Yes, fuck me,” she whispered in quiet desperation, and a shiver coursed through her heated body. Against her hip, his swollen cock throbbed with hot heat, and already a moist stickiness met her flesh. Oh, yes, he was more than ready for her. A helpless whimper of need left her. “Damn you---”
“Forgive me for saying this, damsel. But, please stop talking,” he growled roughly, and made only delicious slide against her. The deliberate action sent her into a tailspin, and with outright satisfaction, he absorbed the trembles as they racked through her. “You think protesting about it is going to make you want me less? Well, think again.”
His words were a dangerous catalyst.
They forced her to acknowledge the truth.
She wanted him beyond everything.
Within seconds, he splayed her hands above her head.
Panting fast and erratically, surrendering completely without any qualms or regrets, she pressed her hands flat against the wall. The coolness seeped against her palms, but failed to dampen the heat that swathed her flesh all over.
“Bring that ass back to me,” he whispered hoarsely, grasping her waist, and pulled her backside toward him. Then, muttering unintelligibly, he palmed her butt cheeks with both hands before massaging them deeply. Now, a deep and lethal possessiveness seized his words. His outright brand of dominance was exhilarating in every sense. “And this ass of yours is mine and only mine. Say it isn’t and see what happens.”
A desperate and untrue denial slipped past her lips. “I belong to no one, especially not y----”
He clamped a hot hand over her pussy.
A helpless cry of need escaped her.
With that one action, he rendered her speechless.
“You fucking liar,” he breathed with a fractured breath, clamping a firmer hold against her, and began working his hand in slow kneading strokes. “Because every fucking time, I put my hand right here, I know the truth about you. I know what you want. I know what the fuck you want to breathe in.” A hard shiver racked through him. “Like I said before, this is my shit, and no other man’s.”
She closed her eyes tight….pressed a cheek against the wall.
Willingly, she accepted the pleasing torture.
With one finger, he parted the thin lips.
A desperate plea left her. “Braden…”
Her hot moisture bathed his sliding finger.
She forced her eyes open to the pleasure.
“Please,” she whispered breathlessly, staring blindingly across the day lit room. Truthfully, she held no shame to her burgeoning desires for they were the only thing that freed her. “I need you.”
The strokes against her labia deepened.
As his hand moved, she gasped.
Then, it found her sweet spot.
Oh, sweet goodness, now he was fingering the tiny nub just right.
So right that wetness seeped from her insides…
Mouth opening wide, she breathed harder and faster.
He slipped two fingers inside of her.
Against her own volition, her body humped against his hand, setting a slow timeless rhythm. She bit her lip and tried to keep the sound in. Yet, her dark needs wouldn’t allow such an imprisonment. Instead, they forced the feral noises and moans from her system. “Oh…oh…oh…”
Her desire peaked.
The fire raged in her insides.
Just as she met the pinnacle, he pulled his hand from between her thighs.
Before she could protest, he turned her fast.
But, it was her turn to be the aggressor.
She closed a hand around his swollen penis.
In her sweaty palm, it was big and hard.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he whispered raggedly, fighting for control. On its own accord, his needy body sought her hand. As she stroked a slow path along his rigged length, a hard shudder racked through him. “Trying to make me come undone?”
Her drugged gaze met one that matched her own, and then, she issued her own challenge. “Think it’s time that you learned my game play, don’t you think.” His breath hitched as she edged closer, bringing them dangerously closer than close. “And just so you know it, I own your shit.”
A reckless boldness seized her.
Her lips met his hard chest.
With her mouth, she tasted the saltiness against his skin. A pleasing masculine muskiness seethed from his flesh. She inhaled a deep whiff of it, imprinting it permanently into her memory. Through thinly slit eyes, she discovered his tattoo, and with her tongue, she traced along the intricate design. And there was something overtly fascinating about it, she marveled, dragging her gaze along it slowly.
It was all him.
She suckled a nipple into her mouth.
Laved her tongue around the round orb…
Then, rubbing her mouth against his skin, she sought the other before suckling it in.
He trembled with sudden need. “Bella,” he whispered. “My sweet damsel.”
The hoarse raspy voice ignited a fire inside of her.
On instinct, her drugged gaze flew upward and met his.
A keen vulnerability existed between them.
Now, things were seriously on point.
She initiated a firm squeeze along his engorged penis.
Her ministrations caused him to edge closer.
“You rock my fucking world, did you know that?” he rasped unsteadily, clasping her head, and then easily snapped the hair band. When her tresses were freed, he buried both hands within the thick mass before inhaling sharply. Though, he fought for control, his needy body relented shamelessly, caving into her endless stroking. Against his will, his body began to move rhythmically. At the action, he made a helpless guttural sound. “I need you.”
Marveled further, she watched him.
Then, she knew.
Like him, she held power.
She stroked him long, deep, and slow.
Drawing and pulling at the right and exact moments…
With her fingers, she found the twin sacs.
A profound warmness tinged them.
Eyeing him close, mewing softly, she played with them.
A dark needy rasp escaped him. “Bella….oh fuck…”
Her mouth met his flesh again.
Breathing shallowly, she inhaled deep before nipping his chest. Her mouth fell open, allowing her tongue to snake out. With it, she traced a wet scorching path down his chest onto his taut abs, and all the while, dropping slowly. When her knees touched the floor, she expelled a pent-up breath.
Oh, yes, she’d found her sweet glory…
Mesmerized, panting softly, she ran both hands along his strong thighs, finally spearing a trail on down his well-muscled calves. Then, her hands traveled upward again before journeying further. She clenched her fingers into his butt cheeks. To no surprise, his ass was smoother than smooth, she noted, growing weaker b
y the second.
And oh, the smell of him…
It was oh so intoxicating…
Sinking her fingers deeper into his flesh, she hauled him closer.
Distraught with want, he groaned her name. “Bella…”
But, she was lost at a different epicenter, a place so close, yet far away.
Her concentration was focused on solely one thing.
With a drugged gaze, she beheld the sight before her.
She licked her lips.
Damn…
He was all that and more.
Big, long, and oh so gloriously fucking hard…
Would she be able to take it all in?
A wicked thought seized her already captivated senses.
She’d give it one helluva try.
She buried her face against his engorged penis.
With a sweet softness, she kissed it, and a wild thrill filled her. A new wantonness claimed her as she breathed against his warm flesh. “Titan.”
“Damn it, woman.” Quaking all over, he sucked in a hard breath before clamping a firm hand against the top of her head. Again, his every attempt of any form of control was completely useless at this point. His breaths came hard and fast, so fast, that they filled the constricted space between them. “Come here.”
“I am here. Right where you want and need me,” she breathed, licking her lips, and firmed her hold on his hips. As she edged forward, she closed her eyes, blocking out the afternoon light. “Exactly where I want to be.”
Mouth gaped open and wide, she took him in.
She tasted him at the glorious tip.
The tangy wetness moistened the inside of her mouth. Beneath her hands, his buttocks tightened in response to her ministrations. Her hold firmed against them as she took him in further, inch by inch, until he was totally impaled inside her mouth. Then, closing her eyes, she loved him.
***
“Bella.”
The one word was a barely audible plea.
Raspy and hoarsely whispered…
In the dark, primal, and needy moment, it sounded right.
The only thing real was what was happening now.
Her on the floor…
Clenching his ass so tight…
Pinning him in place…
Against her sweet working mouth…
And here he was…
Standing like a helpless beggar with his legs gapped apart…
His hot throbbing cock…
Buried so fucking gloriously, perfectly, and deeply inside of her hot mouth…
Though he fought to breathe normally and struggled to maintain iron-clad control, he finally lost the battle. Giving a fractured cry, staring across the room blindingly, he surrendered to the mind-blowing pleasure. As her sweet mouth slid along his cock in the slow rhythmic tempo, he trembled uncontrollably. It was a purely ideal suction instrument, clinging and clenching with both softness and a subtle roughness. Her mouth was warm and moist, adding a supreme wetness to that which already seeped from him. Still, a precise, well-timed friction met his engorged penis and made it throb with a profound pulsating ache. Over and over, calling her name, he pleaded for mercy. Behind his tightly closed lids, he realized the truth.
Sweet fuck, she was that very redemption…
“Yes…that’s it…ah…yes…” he whispered in a strained tone, struggling for some realm of focus, and found nothing but gratifying, sexual confusion. “Bella…”
All at once, a wild pleasurable delirium seized both his mind and body. Like a crazed madman, he squeezed his eyes closed, but insanity ruled within his blurred conscience. The keen sensations flared within his body with a fiery vigor and speed. Further and further, he was hurled into the pit of pleasurable desperation. In fast, frantic bursts, the air expelled from his air-starved lungs. With her every hit, she robbed him of his every breath, hurtling him closer to an impending destruction.
And fuck, where was his control, he mulled, drugged, staring down while holding her head firmly in place. Sweet goodness, he had none. At her mouth’s every request, his body complied and operated on automatic pilot. In a synchronized forward and backward motion, it gravitated towards her mouth.
The sight was killer.
It stripped him bare.
Stole his feeble restraint…
Her bold actions were lethal.
Further solidified the fact that she was a danger to him…………
For what other woman on this given green Earth was capable of making him feel this damned way? So completely taken and lost simultaneously in a profound way. In all his crazed and wondrous days, he’d never been so intimately and passionately entwined with a woman. On the insides and out, she stole him.
Somewhere on the horizon, he heard her muffled cry.
Like him, she was totally lost within their abyss of dark wants.
The intense sensations rippled through his hard body and he couldn’t control his needy response. A fiery desperation claimed him as he called out her name. As he inhaled a strangled breath, he strained closer, if that were even possible. His volatile act of open need only caused her mouth to move faster upon him. On instinct, his hips jerked forward, seeking the pleasurable damage being wrought.
Right then and there, he knew the truth.
She owned him.
“Bella,” he rasped with a ragged breath. “…ah…ah…ah...”
Grunting hard and fast, he beat into her mouth.
As the blistering pleasure intensified, he capped a hand more firmly against her skull. Then, moaning her name, he fisted the thick black tresses in his hands. But, nothing could halt the dangerous rise mounting within him.
“Sweet fuck,” he whispered again, tugging at her scalp, and sucked in a pained breath. Like a drugged man, he willingly accepted her sweet poison. Each luscious slide of her lips against his cock was too intoxicating to his senses. Shuddering violently, he continued watching her act of mastery against his aching body. The helpless groans shot from his mouth even as he fought to stop them. “I can’t win against you…I can’t…”
Still, she served him with a blind eagerness that was thrilling. To the hilt, from head to toe, he felt that shit. Inside of him, the adrenaline rushed through his veins and magnetized the passionate and tumultuous calamity within his body. Though he fought valiantly, he couldn’t hinder his body’s response to her sexual ministrations. Under her vicious and pleasurable assault, his body bowed with a shameless surrender.
A violent growl left him.
The pleasure took him under.
Though he stared across the room, he was blinded.
The sharp spasmodic pleasure sent the shockwaves through his body.
His body tensed.
Shouting out her name, he exploded into her mouth.
His violent release told one truth.
The mighty Titan had fallen.
***
Beneath her hold, she absorbed his body’s violent trembling.
The tension ebbed from him after fast successive jerks, and with a fiery shout of submission, he called her name before ejaculating fully. As the wetness gushed into her mouth, she eagerly lapped at the fresh bathing of semen. Then, rubbing face across his thighs, she smeared the remnants of it along his skin.
With satisfaction, she pulled back and looked up at him.
An abandoned look arrested his handsome features.
Again, the open vulnerability and need stunned her.
Oh, yes…
She’d torn him down.
Little by little…
Bit by bit…
Just as she selfishly embraced triumph, he pulled her up. A surprised breath left her as he hauled her against him. But, her every thought was smothered out as he claimed her lips. There was no gentleness to the kiss, and with eagerness, she embraced the wild roughness. With one fast swoop, he lifted her from the floor, and easily she molded her body around his. Clenching her thighs closely against his hard body, she held on.
She tightened her arms around his nape.
As she did, she deepened their fiery kiss even more.
Hot and naked, skin to skin, they moved again.
Her hips met the wall.
She breathed a pleased gasp.
Yet, she was hardly prepared for his attack.
Muttering unintelligibly, he wedged her thighs widely apart, forcing her to accommodate his huge body. As he sheathed himself deep inside of her, she whimpered in glorious and mindless defeat. Thrust for thrust, their hips moved in perfect sync, purposely setting an agonizingly slow pace.
In that moment, she was seized.
Dazed, she opened her eyes.
On the outside, she visually witnessed the truth.
Escaping, running, or hiding from the glory was impossible.
The world was a startling ecstasy-filled wonderland.
There was no room or justification for plain thought…
Only sharp unadulterated full-fledged rapture existed within its realm…
Like a wonder girl in a mystical fairytale, she didn’t want to escape.
But, stay to forever…
At his every strike, her body hitched upward against the solid wall. She relished the feel of the hardness behind her, for it only fueled her wants even more. The sweat glistened on their flesh, adding an erotic touch and finesse. And being in such close contact, skin to skin, his deep burial inside of her pussy, the sweet slickness---that was a connection…
The only connection…
And fuck, it felt too damned good…
Too intense and compelling…
“Keep fucking me,” she gasped weakly, tightening her hold, and buried her face into his neck. Her blistering and wildly scattered pants seared his skin. The smell of his musk invited her madness, and she couldn’t resist the sudden urge to taste him. None too gently, she nipped his flesh with her teeth until she tasted blood. Then, she speared her tongue along the fresh wound, and in a crazed pattern, it danced along his skin. A hard shudder rippled through him, and on instinct, his body jutted forward. Growling roughly, he made another deep plunge inside her, but the action hardly appeased her. Shamelessly and scandalously, she wanted more and begged for it. “Fuck me harder…”
She smothered her lips into his nape.
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