Kattlyn, I wasn’t the damaged little girl who thought love should hurt… The bad girl inside me was taking over. It knew what I wanted and it knew how to get it.
I leaned in and he bent downward, his lips crashing onto mine as I fell into his heavenly embrace. We tasted and grabbed and gripped and lost everything about ourselves in that moment. His hands drew upward, throwing my blouse up and over my arms, freeing my breasts as his hands ran across them with the tender firmness I was starting to truly appreciate. I moaned into his lips, our tongues dancing.
“Kattlyn, sweetheart, I…”
Black tried to pull away again, but I pressed myself into him harder.
“Don’t talk. We don’t need words for this.”
“I don’t want you to get involved.”
“It’s ok… I want this,” I whispered.
“God fucking damn you’re beautiful,” he said, his own hands sweeping over the fresh lines on my arm. “You’re too fucking beautiful to deserve this.”
Our moves were frantically alive and fierce as we grappled with each other, stripping away the clothes between us and falling into the bed. Heat rose as he drove kisses down my neck and breasts, stopping to draw one of my pert nipples into his mouth, suckling lightly before continuing down my stomach toward the center of my heat. He only paused briefly at the top of my thigh, taking a moment to kiss the three deep white lines I’d put there so many years ago. They were my first. Amateur. Carved with a dull knife and jaggedly ugly. Somehow, black seemed to know exactly what they meant…
But he didn’t stop there.
“Oh yes,” I gasped as his tongue found it’s way to my folds. He was insistent, driving between and separating my core as his impossibly soft tongue drew upward, tasting me, drinking me, attacking my hidden nub with wild abandon. My brain melted, hands wrapping themselves into Black’s hair and pulling him into my core. I sucked in my breath, rolling hips against his face as my world crashed over with pleasure and desire. It had never been like this before. Never a focus on my pleasure, only on how I could serve and how much pain I would need to inflict on myself to forget. I lost track of time as Black wrote love letters to my folds, tracing each and every line with his tongue, drawing me between his lips as the strongest orgasm of my life wracked my body.
Black shifted his weight, sliding upward, his lips tracing more kisses up and over my breasts and around to my neck as our bodies melted together. I reached down, desperate to guide him. His icy blue gaze met my eyes as my fingertips wrapped round him, drawing a gasp of surprise from my lips.
“Oh my god…” I whispered, holding the thick shaft on my hand, stroking it ever so lightly as I lined him up with my delicate tunnel. It was so heavy, so large, how could I even possibly…….
And it was pierced!
“Don’t worry,” Black said, seeming as if he understood my fear. “It’s a Prince Albert. It won’t hurt you… Do you want me to go easy?” Black asked, as if it were even a question worth asking.
“I don’t do easy,” I said back through clenched teeth, feeling the head of his enormous shaft pressing forward and stretching me beyond my limit.
“Fuck… You’re so fucking tight…” Black grunted, driving himself deeper with every little movement. My hips swiveled beneath him, denying him the slow entry he was attempting, impaling myself on his cock. It felt so incredible inside me, and as he started to move, I lost all control.
“Marcus… Fuck me Marcus, fuck me hard!”
I shouted out in pleasure, my voice singing as he drew back a long stroke and plowed into my deepest depths again and again. My fingernails dug into his back, clawing across him and drawing a loud cry from his lips as he drove harder and harder with every thrust. A moment later I realized what I’d done. A drop of blood was on my
I leaned in and he bent downward, his lips crashing onto mine as I fell into his heavenly embrace. We tasted and grabbed and gripped and lost everything about ourselves in that moment. His hands drew upward, throwing my blouse up and over my arms, freeing my breasts as his hands ran across them with the tender firmness I was starting to truly appreciate. I moaned into his lips, our tongues dancing.
“Kattlyn, sweetheart, I…”
Black tried to pull away again, but I pressed myself into him harder.
“Don’t talk. We don’t need words for this.”
“I don’t want you to get involved.”
“It’s ok… I want this,” I whispered.
“God fucking damn you’re beautiful,” he said, his own hands sweeping over the fresh lines on my arm. “You’re too fucking beautiful to deserve this.”
Our moves were frantically alive and fierce as we grappled with each other, stripping away the clothes between us and falling into the bed. Heat rose as he drove kisses down my neck and breasts, stopping to draw one of my pert nipples into his mouth, suckling lightly before continuing down my stomach toward the center of my heat. He only paused briefly at the top of my thigh, taking a moment to kiss the three deep white lines I’d put there so many years ago. They were my first. Amateur. Carved with a dull knife and jaggedly ugly. Somehow, black seemed to know exactly what they meant…
But he didn’t stop there.
“Oh yes,” I gasped as his tongue found it’s way to my folds. He was insistent, driving between and separating my core as his impossibly soft tongue drew upward, tasting me, drinking me, attacking my hidden nub with wild abandon. My brain melted, hands wrapping themselves into Black’s hair and pulling him into my core. I sucked in my breath, rolling hips against his face as my world crashed over with pleasure and desire. It had never been like this before. Never a focus on my pleasure, only on how I could serve and how much pain I would need to inflict on myself to forget. I lost track of time as Black wrote love letters to my folds, tracing each and every line with his tongue, drawing me between his lips as the strongest orgasm of my life wracked my body.
Black shifted his weight, sliding upward, his lips tracing more kisses up and over my breasts and around to my neck as our bodies melted together. I reached down, desperate to guide him. His icy blue gaze met my eyes as my fingertips wrapped round him, drawing a gasp of surprise from my lips.
“Oh my god…” I whispered, holding the thick shaft on my hand, stroking it ever so lightly as I lined him up with my delicate tunnel. It was so heavy, so large, how could I even possibly…….
And it was pierced!
“Don’t worry,” Black said, seeming as if he understood my fear. “It’s a Prince Albert. It won’t hurt you… Do you want me to go easy?” Black asked, as if it were even a question worth asking.
“I don’t do easy,” I said back through clenched teeth, feeling the head of his enormous shaft pressing forward and stretching me beyond my limit.
“Fuck… You’re so fucking tight…” Black grunted, driving himself deeper with every little movement. My hips swiveled beneath him, denying him the slow entry he was attempting, impaling myself on his cock. It felt so incredible inside me, and as he started to move, I lost all control.
“Marcus… Fuck me Marcus, fuck me hard!”
I shouted out in pleasure, my voice singing as he drew back a long stroke and plowed into my deepest depths again and again. My fingernails dug into his back, clawing across him and drawing a loud cry from his lips as he drove harder and harder with every thrust. A moment later I realized what I’d done. A drop of blood was on my
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