Syn Carnahan thought that the only true darkness around her was in her own head, but after witnessing the horrific murder of her friend, she is pulled into a world that she wished she didn't belong in. A world where every dirty little secret is rev...
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I fucked her until tears spilled down her cheek and her clit throbbed with its own heartbeat. Until she groaned at how sensitive she'd become. Until the orgasms came faster and easier and we was a mess.
She was full of my cum, it dripped down between her thighs and leaked out of her, her lips were swollen, bruised, and her eyes were glossy and she had the bitter look of satisfaction on her face.
"I have to tell you something." She said, as she sat down in my lap, my cock against her centre, brushing over her clit. Her hands pulled into my hair as I bit down hard on her right nipple, while I used my right hand to play with her other.
"What?" I said, as I licked over her hard beaded nipple, a shiver leaving her body. So sensitive. I smiled, as I bucked my hips upwards and she let out a gasp.
Her eyes coming to mine as she reached down between us and pressed me against her entrance, and sunk my cock inside to her the hilt. "You're going to be mad." She whispered with a seductress smile, her hands coming loosely around my neck.
Using this opportunity to wrap my arm around her and push myself forwards, until she was on her back. I pulled out quickly, and with my one hand I flipped her over and she let out a demanding groan as she stuck that ass of her into the air. Her wet dripping pussy in full display to me.
She leant up, her head turning as she look back towards me. With my hand, I dug my fingers into her hair and pushed her head down onto the mattress, her back dipping as I pushed my cock between her fold and inside her. Deep into that tight little pussy of hers. She took me so well.
"What is it?" I asked, watching her body shiver as I pushed forward roughly, deep inside of her, claiming.
"You can't get mad." She said between gasps as I thrusted inside of her, my free hand gripping her hip and pulling her back into me with each thrust.
The view of this, this position, watching her shiver at each movement, watching my cock slide in and out of her cunt and hearing her whimper when I did. The fact that I'll be the last bastard to ever fuck her tight little pussy, brought a smile to my fucking face.
Syn. You are fucking mine. Mine.
The sound of me entering her, the sound of her voice as she whimpered and moaned and screamed. "Good girl, show me how you feel." I said, forgetting the conversation topic, increasing my pace, desperate to feel her tighten around me like she would when she came.
The pleasure she gives me, sends a shock down my fucking spine and to my cock. She feels too good. She's too addictive. I want it all. I need it all.
"Elias. Elias. Elias." She said, her nails ripping into the comforter that was half on the floor. How she calls my name makes everything outside of this fucking room meaningless. I didn't care about anything else.
And When she called me Mr.Volkan; I've been stabbed in the stomach before, but hearing her say that damn near gutted me completely.
I am starting to believe that my purpose in this life was to make her mine, to make her come, to be hers. God I want to see her fucking reaction when she realizes that I don't even belong to myself anymore. But to her.
