𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 [𝟏𝟖+] ✓

24*

I didn't plan on writing but oh here we are.

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Katrina Diaz

Hayden clambered onto the bed, his hands working on the buttons of his shirt. Heat pooling low in my belly, I stayed put like a hapless female about to be mounted by a very controlled male. Yanking my pullover over my head, I pushed my boy short down my legs, exposing my pussy, spreading my legs apart as he positioned himself between them.

A smile split my lips at the preamble of what was to come. This had been our routine for nearly five days now. Every night, Hayden would shag me until I was nothing but a mass of tired limbs, and then, he would feed me chocolate cake, and make sure I drank water before I fell asleep. If I still couldn't fall asleep, he would play a melody on the piano.

It was strange. How I was so drunk on happiness when I was with Hayden that Diaval had never uttered a word.

Holding me in place with one hand planted firmly on my chest, Hayden held his hard-on in the other hand and rubbed the glistening head against my soaking folds, sending waves of pleasure to span through my body. Then, for the third time in less than 24 hours, he entered me.

Sensations erupted below my navel, a delicious throb pulsing in the apex of my thighs as I gasped in awe at the sensation of being filled by him, stretched by his grit to the point that the tightness of my pussy still made the feeling of his huge cock inside it somewhat painful. Just as every day, his strokes were long and powerful, evoking a moan from me as my body tried to accommodate the rock-hard member within my depths.

But something was so different tonight. Tonight, he locked his piercing green eyes with me as he powered into me. My legs wrapped around his waist, eager to feel the glide of his chest against my aroused nipples as he bent down and kissed me. Thrusting his tongue into my mouth, he let it dominate mine, sending a rush of tingles to shoot through my skin. One hand slid up to my neck to grasp it as he kissed me passionately, while I deepened the kiss by craning my neck.

"Missionary, huh?"

"You have a problem with it?" Velvet and chaos caressed my ear-shell as Hayden thrust more roughly to impress the point.

"I thought you only did..." My words drowned as delicious sensual pain shot through me when his fingers plucked at my nipple. "backside."

"Well, you thought wrong," he replied, shortening his strokes but keeping a slow pace.

"No, why this missionary?"

"Because I have a chronic, relapsing disorder characterised by a compulsive need to fuck despite adverse consequences like time waste, exhaustion and dehydration, Spitfire." Was the answer, delivered with an undertone of primal desire as he quickened his strokes.