THIRD PERSON POV:
Hyacinthe was full.
The feeling was incomparable to anything else, she was just full. Justice's shaft had taken up residence in her depths, constricted by its muscled walls and settling perfectly there.
He was almost impossibly deep because he was helping her hold open her thick thighs, which effectively pushed them against her chest and puckered her breasts.
The vision was something out of Justice's dreams. His flower was finally beneath him, and a feeling of completeness was coloring their pleasure but not overpowering it.
"Say you belong to me." Justice ordered, his locs creating a dark shroud around them that held ruinous fantasies and promising sin.
When Hyacinthe didn't immediately answer him, he thrusted into her again to further overwhelm her. She was lost, only grounded by him and the hedonism of his cock.
"I belong to you." She responded, thinking it should've been obvious that Justice had captured her and could ask anything and she'd give it.
If only he never stopped giving, if only he never stopped taking.
Her words pleased him beyond measure and affirmed their interconnectedness. All he wanted was to give them both utter earth shattering gratification.
So, he fucked Hyacinthe with unparalleled passion, his balls slapping against her ass and their moans bouncing off the walls to echo.
His embrace was something Hyacinthe didn't want to leave as his skin touched hers and his member left and entered her greedy, sopping entrance. Each time he pulled out, his thick length glistened with her abundant juices.
"Fuck, that pussy is so wet for me." Justice rasped, and another groan left him as she clenched around him in time with his thrusts.
She was pleasure, embodied. The moans she released would never leave Justice's mind, and her ethereal face while he thrusted into her would haunt him long after she left.
His flower had long since been poisonous, causing him to lose all sensibility outside of her and the sanity that he'd had while he lived without her. How had he ever lived without Hyacinthe?
"Justice!" Hyacinthe cried out as he moved them, pulling her legs onto his shoulders to clench around his neck.
In this position, Justice hit that magic spot within her that made her orgasms endless. One after the other in quick succession to the point that a tear left her eye at the shattering sensations.
He delighted in the way she came apart with his movements even more than how he felt as he crippled from the erotic pressure of her cunt.
"You're so pretty, babygirl, when you're creaming all over my dick." He murmured, showering her with affection and proved how real it was by pushing deeper, slower, harder into her.
"I can't—it's too much!" Hyacinthe cried out, hands clenching the sheets before Justice replaced them with one of his own.
"Take it, flower. You wanted it, now take it."
He grasped her throat with his words, causing her to moan even louder and her pussy to spasm harder. The safe word was on the tip of her tongue, but the pleasure was too good to give up.
She wanted to be completely irreparable for all men after Justice, and she wanted to give every last drop of her slick until he loosed spurts of hot cum.
Sounds of their skin slapping against each other echoed, and Justice couldn't hold back anymore. Once again, he leaned down to steal her breath away with a kiss, his hard strokes becoming quicker and more demanding as he neared his orgasm.
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Tinder, Love and Care
Lãng mạnHyacinthe Claiborne is simple. She's an introvert, a foodie, and can't go a day without reading a good book. But between classes and daily naps, she's come to the conclusion that she's wasting her college experience. So, when a dare makes her create...
