To Love A Monster
“Jesus. Valentina.”
Our kisses are no more than a colliding of lips and tongues and teeth. He’s more animal than man, wild and feral, my Nicholas. He shifts both hands to my ass cheeks and watches me as he brushes his fingers over my tight hole. I moan, my clit rubbing against him with each thrust. When he pushes his finger into my back hole, I cry out, coming hard, harder than I’ve ever come before. In the periphery of all that blood pounding against my ears, I hear him call out my name as his fingers dig into my cheeks, and his cock pulses inside me. His mouth is still on mine when I feel his release, feel him come inside me, and all I can think is I have him inside me now and I know this
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