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Then, I eased between the cheeks of her rear, nudging the tip of my cock through her drenched folds, finding a welcome so ready it made my mind go blank.
“My Goddess, dripping was an understatement. This... this...” I exhaled, working further into that liquid slide. “This is a gods damned flood.”
Emmaline panted, her cheek pressed flat to the stone. “Deyric... please.”
Fuck, I loved when she said that word—all that anger flying around it like a threat.
I rocked my hips, pulling back through her slickness, past her entrance, and straightened enough to see the sleek shine of her arousal coating my shaft.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Emmaline?”
Her neck strained, one eye glaring up at me. “Screw you, pig.”
“Hmm.” I teased her cunt, the fat head of my manhood just barely parting her, and her hips canted with me, greedy, eager to take me whole.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you, Emmaline.” I chuckled, running a palm down her spine as if I could soothe her like one of my mares.
My other hand snaked around her waist to find her clit and began rubbing her there in punishing circles, searching for the spot that would—
“Ahhh—” Her voice cracked. “Fuck. Goddess. Please. Deyric.”
There it was.
“Please, what?” I pinched, and her legs shook.
Then, I pushed the tip inside her, only the crown, and squeezed my eyes shut, holding myself still.
Not yet.
“Please, you overbearing, stubborn, giant-cocked prick, just fuck me.”
Her cunt clutched at me, hot silk and hungry depth.
I opened my eyes, the corners of my mouth turning up.
”Again.” Cock throbbing, I pushed her legs wider and watched as I stretched her open, easing into her more and more.
”Please, Deyric.” Her gaze was unfocused. “I’m begging you.”
And the sight... My Goddess... the sight of her pussy swallowing me inch by fucking inch... it was so fucking beautiful.
“Since you asked so nicely, little killer.”
My fingers flexed into the soft flesh of her hips, lifting her higher. Then I sank further, the dripping, glossy mess of her parting around me in an impatient, quivering glide.
“More.” Her gasp was thready as the tight ring of her entrance gave way, then clenched like a fist, sucking me down into the searing, impossible core of her.
“Fuck, little killer.” I sighed, unable to look away.
It was exquisite, slick and swollen. Hungry.
”You feel that?” I pushed in again, savoring every spasm of her inner walls. “The way your cunt is begging to take me.” I bottomed out, skin flush with her ass. “How it’s starving for my cock to fill it, to make it whole.”
”Yes.” A sob escaped as she wiggled, trying to fuck herself on me even while I was buried to the root. “More. Deyric, please.”
“Greedy,” I growled, and wrenched myself partially out as she whimpered in protest.
Then I plunged forward again, utterly transfixed by the way her spine bowed, the way her fingers reached uselessly toward her ankles, the smack of skin on damp skin singing in the darkened space.
“You like that? You like the way my cock splits you open?”
Her answer was a strangled whimper as I crashed into her again, harder now, the force of it shoving her breasts into the cold floor. Again and again, each thrust wringing a tiny shudder from her body, the rhythm of my hips turning relentless as I drove myself into that pink, molten sweetness.
“Look at you.” My fingers found her clit again, engorged now, moving over it as I ground into her from behind. “Taking everything I’ve got. Taking it like the perfect, filthy little killer you are.”
“Deyric,” she panted. “I’m about to—”
I stopped.
“Not yet, little killer. Not until I say you can.”
She snarled, squirming into me. “Deyric, I swear—”
Huffing a laugh at the frustrated little buck of her body, I knew, in this moment, at least, I had her. My little psycho might forget me afterward, losing herself once more to her delusions, but for now, she was mine.
“Ask nicely.” I gave a shallow grind, drawing out another delicious shudder from her, then paused again, tracing circles around the throbbing bud while my cock kept her stretched and waiting.
She shoved one forearm beneath herself, then the other, fighting for control, frantic to impale herself fully, but I held her steady.
”Please. Please, Deyric. Let me come. I need—I need it, you bastard. Please.”
Sweet titties of the Goddess, this woman is going to kill me. My gaze drifted to the ceiling as I adjusted my grip to the crook of her waist.
Easing out, I moved through her, savoring the flex of her cunt trying to reclaim me. Then—
”As you wish, sweet killer,” I sighed. Finally.
I slammed into her, the strength of it buckling her elbows and sending her face crashing back to the floor as sweat-dampened strands of hair stuck across her mouth and cheek.
“This cunt is mine.” The words fell as I set a punishing rhythm, each jerk a wet, merciless punch, grounding knees into stone as her finger groped for purchase.
She moaned something incoherent, pushing back to meet me, and I gave her everything—harder, deeper, the sound of our bodies colliding both obscene and divine in the shadowed space.
The slap of skin, the slide of my shaft coated in her wetness, and the fractured little noises she made with every plunge—it filled the storeroom. Nothing else existed.
I watched the way her eyes went wide, and bent forward, my mouth finding the curve of her neck.
“You feel that?” I growled against her moistened skin, each word punctuated by the thrust of my hips. “Feel how deep I am? How full you are?”
She could barely breathe in response, her body trembling beneath mine.
Finding her clit one last time, I rubbed back and forth, matching the newfound pace of my cock.
So fucking swollen. How could she stand it?
“Right there. Deyric, please. Don’t stop—” Her core went rigid, clasping me tighter with each pass of my fingers.
I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Not when her walls began to flutter around me, not when her exhales turned to ragged sobs, not when I felt that first tremor of her release building in the shaking of her thighs.
“Come for me.” I hammered into her harder, the angle shifting until the head of my cock brushed her cervix with every pump. “Come all over me, little killer. Now.”
Her scream was muffled against the stone floor as she shattered, her core clamping down in convulsing quakes, milking me with a force that made breath impossible. And the sight of her like that—undone and coming apart beneath me—was the final thread.
I burrowed myself as far as flesh allowed, groaning as her release triggered my own, spilling into her in fiery cords. I emptied myself into that perfect, clutching cunt, each throb drawing another spasm from both our bodies.
Great Goddess. I willed my thoughts into coherency as the spending slowed, then ceased. Was that what it would be like?
Neither of us moved until the last contractions eased from her and my release began to slip in a warm line through the crease where our bodies were still joined.
My mouth ghosted against the nape of her neck and lingered, her tangled hair clinging in heavy waves across my face while her familiar sweetness rose from her heated skin, smoke-thick now, with that storm-sharp edge still alive beneath it.
Mine. I thought, scared to say it aloud. Unwilling to risk her denial now that the moment was over.
Slumping forward, I barely caught myself with one arm to avoid crushing her before rolling us sideways onto the floor. And there we lay, two bodies twisted in rumpled linen and scattered grain.
Until…
Her voice floated up, thick and lazy.
“So... again?”
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