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White-hot light burst behind my lids and tore me apart. The second orgasm ripped through me, higher and harder than the first, and I collapsed against him, raw and shaking.
Before I could come down, the bed shifted – we’d flipped without me noticing – and suddenly I was flat on my belly, chest pressed to the sheets. Troy’s weight dropped over me and he shoved into me from behind. The sound he let out shook the windows and it bucked my spine with each
thrust.
Fucking hell. He pinned my hands above my head, our fingers tangled tight, and didn’t give me a second to breathe. We’d already fucked like maniacs, messy and hungry, but this was savage on a new level. He pulled out slow – teasing, inch by inch – then slammed back in so hard I thought the mattress would split.
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“I’ll never get enough of this p***y,” he snarled into my shoulder, voice rough with something like worship and possession. “Made for me. So fucking perfect, Kiana. Squeeze me again. Yes, just like
that.”
I clenched around him, greedy for every inch of his c**k stretching me full. Troy’s thrusts were slow, torturous, like he was savoring the drag of my walls instead of giving me what I was begging for. His chest crushed me into the mattress, his lips dragging fire over my neck, his teeth scraping down to my shoulder.
“You feel like fucking heaven,” he growled in my ear, his voice a low rasp. “I could stay buried in this
cunt forever.”
“Please,” I whimpered, twisting under him. “Harder. I need it.”
He chuckled darkly, pinning me down when I tried to push back. “Not yet, sweetheart. You’ll take it
the way I want to give it. I want to savor every second of this.”
His c**k slid out almost to the tip before slamming back in, the brutal stretch pulling another moan out of me. I clawed at the sheets, desperate to move, but he kept me caged beneath his weight,
completely at his mercy.
“Patience,” he hissed, nipping at my earlobe before his hand slid down to grab my breast. He rolled my n****e hard between his fingers until I gasped. “That’s it-make those sounds for me.”
He picked up the pace, each thrust sharper, harder, his hips smacking against me until I was crying out into the pillow. My body arched, trembling, begging for release.
“You’re close,” he panted, grinding into me, his c**k hitting deep. “I can feel you shaking for it. Come on, my love-fucking give it to me.”
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His hand found my clit, rough circles rubbing me raw while he drove into me mercilessly. My scream ripped free, his name tearing from my throat as my orgasm exploded, my cunt clamping down around him so hard I saw stars.
“Fuck-fuck!” Troy roared, rutting through my spasms before burying himself balls-deep. He pulsed inside me, hot and thick, groaning in my ear as he spilled every drop into me.
We collapsed in a sweaty, tangled heap, his c**k still buried inside me, his arms banded around me
like steel. He pressed his face into my hair, panting against my skin.
“I love you, I love you so much,” he muttered hoarsely, kissing me rough, claiming, like he’d never let
me forget it.
My lips parted, the words right there, trembling on my tongue-I love you too. But my body was wrecked, spent, still twitching around him, and all that came out was a broken sound into the pillow as sleep dragged me under, his warmth locking me in place, his seed still hot inside me.
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