reaches behind me and unhooks my bra. “We need to burn this thing.”
“No!”
“The thought of your titties bouncing around gets me hard.”
“Oh, in that case, why didn’t you say so? Of course, by this time next year they’ll hang down past my waist. But you won’t mind, I’m sure.”
He steps back, but a smile plays about his mouth.
He grabs my crotch.
I stiffen. “Really?”
He licks his lips. “Yes.” He pushes me down onto the sleeping bag and shoves my shirt up over my head. I can’t see and my hands are trapped. He runs his hands over my breasts in a soft caress. He squeezes them, using his thumbs to flick my nipples. Liquid ecstasy surges to my core. No one ever told me sex could feel this good. His lips replace his hands, and soon I’m having trouble keeping quiet. Even though I know that huge penis of his is going to hurt me, my body yearns for it. I long to be filled.
I push and shove until I’m free of my bonds, and I run my hands over his face. I pull his head to my breast and arch.
“Yeah.” His voice is soft. He moves up to kiss me, and his full, sensuous lips press into mine like they were meant for me. His tongue mates with mine, and I can’t think. I feel plenty, though, and by now I’m breathing so heavily that I’m sure the men can hear me. He unzips his pants and guides my hand to his dick. “Feel it.”
Oh hell yeah. I run my hand up and down the length of him, run my palm over the tip. He’s already slick with precum. My belly clenches even though the thing’s too big and I know he’ll hurt me.
“It only hurts in the beginning. You’ll get used to me.” His eyes capture a flicker of the fire from downstairs. I almost think he cares.
He runs his hands along my body, and my belly jumps in anticipation as he unzips my jeans and slides them to my ankles. Before I realize what he’s doing, he mounts me. He rubs the tip of his erection against my opening, and I’m so wet he slides right in. “You’re so ready for me,” he groans as he shoves himself all the way inside me. I swear he smacks right up against my womb. I clench my teeth and grunt. It hurts, maybe even worse than last night. He begins to work his hips, and his dick scrapes my raw, torn flesh. I push against his chest. “You’re hurting me.”
His eyes flare, and he takes my face between his hands. “I like hurting you.”
Tears spring to my eyes. “Why?”
He sucks in a breath, and his eyes flutter shut.
“I like seeing you cry,” he says, grinding his cock deep. “I like feeling you struggle to get away. But I’m your protector, and there’s nowhere you can go.” He pumps harder, shoving my body farther up the matting with each stroke. “God, your tight little pussy feels good.”
As if to prove his point, tonight he rides me extra long, and he answers each of my winces and moans with gritted teeth and hard slaps of his balls against my bottom. Then his strokes grow frantic, and it’s like he’s in almost as much pain as I am. All at once he squeezes his eyes shut, arches his back, gives a tortured moan, and shoots his load. It feels weird. Wet. A moment later he collapses on top of me. “Mine,” he pants.
“Get it out,” I hiss. “I hate you.”
He shakes his head. “You loved what I was doing all the way up until I fucked your cunt.”
The conviction in his voice irritates me. “You’re too big.”
This appears to please him. Well, he smiles, anyway. Obligingly, he pulls out of me, and I feel his seed leaking onto my tender parts. I catch his scent—our scent. A combination of musk, sweat, and cum.
I think we’re done for the night, but Axel shifts his position until he’s between my knees.
“Wait. Don’t.” I reach to stop him, but then he presses his mouth to my clit. My body responds. He gives me a series of licks that make me not want to move, ever, except to spread my knees wider. He runs his tongue back and forth over me, and my eyes fall shut as electric
“No!”
“The thought of your titties bouncing around gets me hard.”
“Oh, in that case, why didn’t you say so? Of course, by this time next year they’ll hang down past my waist. But you won’t mind, I’m sure.”
He steps back, but a smile plays about his mouth.
He grabs my crotch.
I stiffen. “Really?”
He licks his lips. “Yes.” He pushes me down onto the sleeping bag and shoves my shirt up over my head. I can’t see and my hands are trapped. He runs his hands over my breasts in a soft caress. He squeezes them, using his thumbs to flick my nipples. Liquid ecstasy surges to my core. No one ever told me sex could feel this good. His lips replace his hands, and soon I’m having trouble keeping quiet. Even though I know that huge penis of his is going to hurt me, my body yearns for it. I long to be filled.
I push and shove until I’m free of my bonds, and I run my hands over his face. I pull his head to my breast and arch.
“Yeah.” His voice is soft. He moves up to kiss me, and his full, sensuous lips press into mine like they were meant for me. His tongue mates with mine, and I can’t think. I feel plenty, though, and by now I’m breathing so heavily that I’m sure the men can hear me. He unzips his pants and guides my hand to his dick. “Feel it.”
Oh hell yeah. I run my hand up and down the length of him, run my palm over the tip. He’s already slick with precum. My belly clenches even though the thing’s too big and I know he’ll hurt me.
“It only hurts in the beginning. You’ll get used to me.” His eyes capture a flicker of the fire from downstairs. I almost think he cares.
He runs his hands along my body, and my belly jumps in anticipation as he unzips my jeans and slides them to my ankles. Before I realize what he’s doing, he mounts me. He rubs the tip of his erection against my opening, and I’m so wet he slides right in. “You’re so ready for me,” he groans as he shoves himself all the way inside me. I swear he smacks right up against my womb. I clench my teeth and grunt. It hurts, maybe even worse than last night. He begins to work his hips, and his dick scrapes my raw, torn flesh. I push against his chest. “You’re hurting me.”
His eyes flare, and he takes my face between his hands. “I like hurting you.”
Tears spring to my eyes. “Why?”
He sucks in a breath, and his eyes flutter shut.
“I like seeing you cry,” he says, grinding his cock deep. “I like feeling you struggle to get away. But I’m your protector, and there’s nowhere you can go.” He pumps harder, shoving my body farther up the matting with each stroke. “God, your tight little pussy feels good.”
As if to prove his point, tonight he rides me extra long, and he answers each of my winces and moans with gritted teeth and hard slaps of his balls against my bottom. Then his strokes grow frantic, and it’s like he’s in almost as much pain as I am. All at once he squeezes his eyes shut, arches his back, gives a tortured moan, and shoots his load. It feels weird. Wet. A moment later he collapses on top of me. “Mine,” he pants.
“Get it out,” I hiss. “I hate you.”
He shakes his head. “You loved what I was doing all the way up until I fucked your cunt.”
The conviction in his voice irritates me. “You’re too big.”
This appears to please him. Well, he smiles, anyway. Obligingly, he pulls out of me, and I feel his seed leaking onto my tender parts. I catch his scent—our scent. A combination of musk, sweat, and cum.
I think we’re done for the night, but Axel shifts his position until he’s between my knees.
“Wait. Don’t.” I reach to stop him, but then he presses his mouth to my clit. My body responds. He gives me a series of licks that make me not want to move, ever, except to spread my knees wider. He runs his tongue back and forth over me, and my eyes fall shut as electric
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