Sex. It is a supposed representation of a deep connection, also known as love.
The sound of a man's grunts echoed within the walls of the castle along with the continuous banging of my head against the golden headboard.
I loved it. The stinging feeling telling me that i might have a concussion.
An act that has the power to surface variety of emotions
Both his hands found my breasts and grabbed them violently, using it as a grip to pound into my insides more. The whole bed shook at the intensity.
Most people would scream at the pain it caused, but I feel more alive than anything else.
And bind the souls of those who initiate in it.
I laid there, gazing at the nude roman paintings that scatter the walls above me despite the fact that the only light source being the moon, taking every blow of force this man is giving me.
He came three times, while I am still not satisfied with this.
However, as i look at the man above me, i only see a tool.
"Not hard enough." I said impatiently, my voice coming out as monotone, angry even.
Fulfilling my request, he grabbed my waist, sat up and slammed me on his cock all in one move causing me to let out a moan.
Finally, after three fucking hours.
Pleasure shot up through me
"Is this good enough now miss?"
I saw him bite his lower lip to keep himself from smirking as he looked down, watching as his cock disappear inside of me, still doing that pattern. Raising me by my waist, then slamming into me. Each thrust feeling like he's getting longer and deeper.
"Shut...up" I forced myself to say as i was running out of breaths.
I slowly combed my fingers through his brown, curly hair and harshly pulled it back so that he faces me, silently telling him to not look away.
A soft hum escaped my lips as his covered the soft spot on my neck and nipped on it. His hot breath adding to the sensation.
A tool meant to be used to satisfy this hunger that cannot be satiated.
I clenched the walls of my muscles while my hands roamed his perfectly sculpted body, his groans becoming louder.
"That's it" he threw his head back "Fuck do that again" he said breathlessly.
I guess he is too drunk in pleasure that he is not able to bite back his own tongue.
I rolled my eyes and let out a deep irritated sigh, my long nails digging into his biceps slowly drawing blood. I took my blood-filled index finger from his arm and grazed it across his cheek up to his plump lips, trailing blood along with it as i inched my face close to his ear.
"You do not command me" I pushed my finger into his mouth until he gagged. That gave me the signal to draw my finger away.
"Got it?"
A drug that i crave every second of the day
He nodded through his long eyelashes, his face a mix of fear and pleasure.
"Now be a good fucking boy and let me ride you" I pushed his chest forcefully so that he was completely laying down. I hate it when someone assumes they have the power to command me.
I felt his cock twitch, a reminder that he was still in me. So he liked this type of stuff.
Its as if i am being taken advantage of my own body.
I rolled my hips around his member, slowly feeling the pressure building up. Noticing this, /atlas was his name? He met me halfway, thrusting before his fingers touched my clit, furiously rubbing circles which earned a breathy moan from me.
As he hit the right right spot over and over again, my back arched, the pleasure fogging my mind. I bit my lip and i let go with moan. His groan synced with mine as his hot cum shot around my walls. With one last thrust, i fell straight to his chest. Sweat covering our naked bodies.
Its as if this is the only way i can remember how to feel.
The sound of heavy panting seemed to loud. I tapped his chest "you did okay".
