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Chapter 120
He holds me down by a hand. I want to rise to the ceiling this feels to good
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ty hips move while my hands are wrapped into his hair, trying to get kicey to the inside of me, not wanting this to stop. It’s hard to control the shaking of my wwer thighs.
“Please don’t stop ” Dallas only moans as he crawls up my body, trailing ssing all over.
Looking between our bodies, his maleness on full display, rubbing up against my wer entrance. His blood engorged muscles rippling underneath right flesh. 1 spread my legs for him as he fists himself to put just the very tip inside
His eyes void of any color, teeth fully descended, the Wild in him tries to break out. He holds himself above me for my approval, silently asking for my okay. The tiny nod of my head is enough for him.
His hand goes to my hip, holding me while in one powerful stroke he pushes himself inside me. I try to wiggle away, but he’s holding me in my spot. It’s too much to accommodate what he’s giving me, and I whimper. I’m too full.
He doesn’t pull himself out, just lets me get used to the intrusion of something so filling inside me, stretching me to beyond I thought was possible.
“Do you want me to stop?” It’s an agony of words that are breathed out.
“No.”
“You can tell me to stop, anytime.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” My voice is so deep, it’s hard to recognize.
He stays inside of me until my hips move very slightly. That’s all he needs, thinking that he’s pulling out of me. I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, trying to push him in deeper.
My los grind into his.
“Rya, you feel so good.” His voice, by the moon, his voice is so sexy the way he says my name all deep and husky has me wanting more of him. He gently rocks inside, very slow and controlled.
A whimpered breath in my ear, nails digging into the soft curve of my hip. Pulling out slightly, he goes back in deeper, and my back arches with another rock of his hips. The
vent between us is strong, hendy, driving us forward.
A slow side in and even slower slide almost completely out. Almost.
We’re connecting.
Another slower slide in. I can’t breathe. He’s all the way inside. Filling me.
The heat from his body penetrates into my flesh.
“Rya,” he says while pushing back inside my entrance. Almost slipping back out to push in a fraction faster than the last time. There is power behind his thrusts.
I feel him everywhere.
His breath on my neck, the rhythm increases faster and faster, and I hold onto him. My nails plunge into his back, the feeling electrifying my senses.
Pleasure and pain mix as one.
I surrender to him in this moment, this male who owns every inch of me. His mouth on mine, our moans slip between us with our tongues.
This is scarlet passion.
Trembling lips say his name out loud for his ears to hear.
He’s diving further into my core, my whole body moving with his.
The only thing I feel is us connecting, becoming of one body, no other thoughts. Just this
are chiaring now. Here he the presege
1 can’t get ugh of him
shifting, pulling me with primed force
Warmth pulses, infiltrates all of me
alles mowns, and so do t
My hips rise off the hed, and he pushes me back down, demanding 1 take every inch of his
shaft to the base.
Core Muscles, Tighten
Nothing matters. Only him, only this, only us
He pulls now almost deliberately out to push deeper inside. The pace becoming fevered, harder. Hotter.
Everything is building up. I’m not sure I can handle it. A whimper from the back of his
throat.
He holds me closer. I’ve dreamed about this.
My body lets go, and for a moment, all I can feel is the clenching deep inside before. everything stills, then plunging down as it lets go in wave after wave of powerful rhythmic contractions that grip him firmly inside me.
He pushes himself deeper and deeper, rocking himself at a furious pace.
His body tenses, an inhaled breath before he buries himself as deep as he possibly can, coating my insides with his seed. He makes a low sound deep in his chest while saying my name. I can feel him pulsing inside my core. He has so much that it’s dripping out between my legs. I think even his toes are curling along with mine.
A glistening sheen of sweat coats our bodies, our breathing coming back down. Opening my eyes, his are there watching me.
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A lds placed on my eyelids, he pushes away some of my hair from my face. The rolls me over, so I’m resting on top of his body. He smiles up at me. He looks boyish slightly in this moment. My hair creates a curtain, so even though we’re by ourselves, it’s acting more as an intimate screen to hide behind.
He pulls my face toward his and kisses me again before letting my lips go.
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