I push her legs back so that I have better access to her sweet cunt. “Hold your legs up for me, Malishka. I want to see all of you.”
She listens without question. I love that about her. She falls into line and lets me take charge, allowing me to play with her body at my whim. To devour every inch of her without complaint.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.”
“Max,” she moans as I tongue-fuck her cunt.
The sound of my name on her lips drives me to the brink, forcing me to pull out of her hot mouth so I don’t blow my load. “That’s it, baby. Work for it. Tell me how bad you want to come.”
I shove two fingers into her pussy and curl my fingers. Her hands grab my ass, and her nails dig into my . My teeth gently graze against her clit, and I take her into my mouth. Her hips rise like a cat in heat, trying to get her satisfaction. She fucks my fingers with uncontrollable lust, working herself to the edge. She’s close. Her legs shake as her fingernails push into the flesh of my ass.
I twist my fingers in Samira’s pussy as my palm pushes down on her lower abdomen. I bite her clit, making her scream. “That’s it, baby, drench me like a good girl. Feed me all that sweet cum.”
She’s always beautiful, but in those moments when she’s about to come, she looks almost angelic.
I lick the tip of her clit, and her body convulses as she wraps her thighs around my shoulders, holding me in place. I slide my fingers out of her cunt and cover her sweet hole with my face. My girl bucks and fucks my face, prolonging her orgasm as she blows in my mouth.
My dick’s rock hard, ready for her. “Fuck, nothing tastes as sweet as your pussy.”
Her legs fall beside me as she pants. “That was amazing.”
I laugh as I get off her and move so that I’m face to face with her. “Oh, Malishka, I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
My fingers curl around her neck as I kiss her. Our lips crash together like waves in a storm, desperate and hungry. “I’m gonna pound my pussy.”
I move her off the floor by her neck, her moving from olive to red to a purple hue. The need to control even her air consumes me. Her body makes a thud as I slam her against the wall and lift one of her legs, wrapping it around me. My fingers loosen against the flesh of her neck, and she lets out a sigh of relief as her eyes frantically search mine. It’s not lost on me. She’s frightened. She’s accepted our faith, assuming that this will be the last time we’re together, but I won’t. I can’t. I’d rather kill us both than have another man’s hand on her.
My cock in my hands. I rub it against her center, and her body shakes. “Hold on to my neck and wrap your other leg around my waist.”
I hold her in place by her throat, wanting her to feel my desire for her and how it has me on the brink of madness. With one thrust, I bury my cock in her warmth, causing both of us to moan. The sting of her nails breaking and gliding down my back urges me on.
“That’s it, baby. Mark me,” I grunt as I trail kisses along her elongated neck. “Who do you belong to?”
She doesn’t answer. Her only response is her hips moving to meet my cock. I pull away from her. She casts her head to the side, hiding her hazel eyes from me.
I pull my hips back before I thrust into her, making her scream. “I asked you a question, slut. Who do you belong to?”
“Is the question who I belong to or who I want to belong to? Each question will have a different answer,” she says sadly.
My heart constricts at her honesty. I want to rip it out of my chest to stop the excruciating pain. But the anger festering in my mind is even stronger.
I hold her in place by her neck and watch her eyes widen before I crush my lips to hers. It’s a haunted kiss filled with pent-up emotion and the frustration festering within me. It marks her, bruises not only her flesh but also her soul. A tattoo marking her as mine now and forever. I bare my teeth before I tug at her lower lip and bite. Her blood floods my mouth, and I let it nourish me, placate my need for her.
She gasps for breath as my fingers squeeze the delicate flesh of her . I’m hurting her, and her drenched cunt tells me how much she loves the pain.
“Tap my arm if you want me to stop,” I whisper along her lips, but she doesn’t ask me to stop.