Héctor let out a low groan and thrust his cock into my palm. The next moment, he lifted me and placed my entrance above it. I cooperated eagerly as I used his thick crown to brush open my plump folds. While I still savored the sensation of our shallow joining, he brought down my hips. My ass slammed against his tightened balls.
We both hissed in pleasure.
My lips left his. My back arched as he buried deeply inside me.
Héctor gripped my hips and thrust up forcefully, every stroke hitting my G-spot. I moaned as he pounded into me relentlessly, again and again.
His scent of clean male, cinders, and nights of mystery mixed with our blended scent of dirty sex aroused me out of my mind.
His pace quickened to a fever pitch, his hunger and lust for me becoming the night storm in my bloodstream.
Flesh slapped into flesh brutally, each of us claiming and marking the other.
“Like me fucking you this way, my lamb?” he asked huskily. “Like me fucking you raw and hard and making you scream?”
I moaned breathlessly, but I wasn’t screaming.
“Not good enough, lamb,” he said. “I’ve been too gentle with you, but I won’t be today. Today I’m going to make you scream my name and beg me to fuck you into oblivion. Today I’m going to make you mine in every possible way.”
I was already his in every way. I just hadn’t told him that. I hadn’t told him I’d surrendered my body, heart, and soul to him completely when he’d rescued me from the demons, bathed me, and fed me.
Before I knew it, I was beneath him. He plunged into me with the strength only a demigod who held Death’s door could possess.
His cock filled me, stretching me. When he pounded into me again with brutal force, claiming my every piece, I screamed his name.
“That’s more like it, woman,” he said in pure male satisfaction.
He pushed me to the edge with his relentless thrusts. My breath shortened; my eyes glazed over in a haze of lust.
Pleasure beat in my bloodstream.
Before I could come hard, he suddenly pulled out from me, and then I was on all fours, his steel rod aimed at my slick entrance.
I moaned his name, wiggling my ass and begging him to enter me. I think I also threatened him at some point.
He spanked my bottom so hard I cried out.
“Bad girl, bad lamb,” he hissed.
He thrust into me from behind with bruising strength. I gasped, not expecting that, yet pleasure blasted my nerve endings like an explosion of fireworks.
He slammed into me, driving my shoulders onto the cot. I gripped the sheet to keep myself from flying into the air, my ass in the sky.
Héctor had never been rough with me before. Maybe I should blame myself for tearing his pants off, taunting and seducing him, and then trying to dominate him like the queen of the succubi.
I’d brought out his dark, predatory side. But I had no complaints.
I loved every bit of it as he fucked me brutally like this, like a man who hadn’t fucked a woman for an eon.
He fucked me as hard as he could, knowing I could take it, knowing I needed this as much as he did.
We’d almost lost each other today.
His cock pounded into my molten core, invading me, penetrating me, and demanding no contest.
I surrendered to his brutal strength, and my inner walls clenched every inch of his hard shaft.
I was merciless, too, as I milked his cock ferociously.