| Subject: Chapter 202 - Part 4 (18 and above) |
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Date Posted: Monday, August 01, 07:26:38am
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KatherineGilbert
's message, "Dreams in the Dark - Chapter 193 and onwards" on Thursday, July 07, 07:06:24am
He had her spellbound, utterly amazed once again, her breathing still very fast. She was lying back on the bed, her grasp on his shoulders, as both his hands held her hips--his body spreading her legs wide. When she felt the head of his wonderful cock touch her, threatening to mold her walls around him, she bit her lip, closing her eyes. She never wanted to be free of him again.
She wouldn't be, his focus intense, devouring, as he shared all his thoughts--giving her the lesson he was determined to. His wide cock started to stretch her, as he spoke. "I love how wet you get for me." She gasped, and he smiled all the more. "I love how much you can take."
Jesus. She was almost crying, her whole body shuddering, as she did just that, taking her beloved slowly, deep inside her walls. She couldn't even look at him, was just gasping, as her body parted to accept him--the shiver of it, of his throbbing breadth rasping so steadily into her, making her shudder for everything at every sweet inch. "Please more," she begged, trying to arch toward him, yet he was holding her hips firm, taking away her control. But she had no desire for that anymore.
This was just as well, because he wouldn't have allowed it. He was determined to teach her, to make her beg--to take full advantage of the wedding night privileges she had so wantonly reminded him of. "I didn't give you permission to speak," he growled--and her full-bodied, shuddering groan made the heat shiver even more heavily into his cock. That reaction alone made some need for her move almost cruelly into his blood, gaze burning her--desperate intentions rising. She was his, now wore his ring for all to see; he felt it on his cheek, as her hand ran over him, her eyes so loving, so amazed. But he wasn't feeling at all gentle with her tonight.
His short strokes within her grew rougher, then, his cock far more insistent, as he pulled her toward him--loving all the ways that he could goad her. "You want this, 'Kita. You live for it." His shaft stretched her far deeper, making her gasp in love--which only destroyed yet more of his kindness; he was growling. She felt too good to stop, too good to ask permission; he almost laughed. So he had no intention of doing either ever again.
Oh, God. She saw this now, loved him for it, but had no voice left to speak. It was exquisite. He had total control of her, his shaft entering her at its own will, but its command was more wonderful than she could ever have words for. The pounding of that steely length, as it beat so heavily against her wet walls, before pulling back, diving even further inside her, was making it impossible not to scream; the shiver she gave on his next thrust moved through to her soul. It just seemed impossible that anyone could make her depths feel so utterly, perfectly full.
She was lost to this fact now, had closed her eyes, as she let him do with her as he desired--loving even more that he so dearly wanted this; he was leaned over her, while her hands stroked over his strong shoulders, his upper arms--still so tense, now a little sheened in sweat--and shivered again, as his cock moved even deeper inside her core. She could never get over him. It was as though some creature had come to life out of her deepest, most secret, fantasy, was here to take her in all the ways both of them pleased; her adoring eyes found his once more. And there was just no way she could ever thank him enough for such feral devotion.
He could see her love, her pleas, but wasn't certain he cared about any of it just now--far too high on his fury to mate with her. She just felt so good, held him so tightly--body and soul screaming with the desire to make her his own. Even worse, she had already made fun of this rabid need, had laughed off just how dangerous his passion for her could be; it was a mistake. His look heated warningly. And he would show her--to rather rude, utterly blissful, depths--just how sweet her regret could be.
His strokes grew more demanding with this thought, as he continued to force his way inside of her, but she was screaming for more--so ready to take him all. Her hands ran over his hair, along his body, so in love with every part of him--her eyes aglow. It only made it better that they had, intentionally or not, left the light on--that she was now able to see him so clearly. And he was unbearably beautiful, even as his body made hers burn; she spread her legs wider, begging to have him fully inside. There was just no other man on earth who could ever look so perfect when he was ravaging a woman into speechlessness.
He saw her evaluation of him, could feel it in his soul--and it only made him madder, the insanity a fire through every vein. He was almost in her, his body now demanding that she take everything, giving her no way out. His cock would tempt her roughly, constantly, deep inside, before pulling back to pound into her yet again; his hands only tightened on her hips, his fury to teach her growing. "Take my cock, 'Kita. Take your husband inside of you." Then one more stroke opened her soul.
She screamed, shivering through, as her body accepted him at last. But he wasn't done--refused to let her stop without taking every inch; she groaned, adoring him. But she had never heard of anything she wanted more.
She was arching back into the bed now, one hand grasping the covers behind her, as she jammed her hips up roughly into his every stroke--and just the fact that he was this good for her almost made him insane. He wasn't certain what he was doing to her anymore, wasn't at all sure that he even cared about her permission. All he could really focus on was how good she felt, was the permanent consent the ring she wore gave him; he growled, wanting more. So long as she had the good sense to come when he told her to, he didn't give a damn about anything else.
He pounded his thick cock roughly inside her, then, forcing his way in, as she writhed and moaned below him; there was no way she could do anything else--could only shake and feel. There was no way to describe it, might be no way to survive, but her whole soul hung on having him completely; one hand grasped his waist, pulling him toward her. She could never imagine leaving him so long as that beautiful, steely shaft parted her to the core.
He knew this now, his fury becoming all the harsher with her need--the part of him which loved her beyond words currently entirely drowned out by the part which wanted to destroy her with his cock. The fact that she wouldn't mind at all only made matters worse, placed no checks at all on his conscience--killing it completely. All he understood was that he wanted her--wanted to control her with desire, to take advantage of every ample bit of pleasure her form so readily gave; he pulled back once more. And there was no way he ever intended on being held back from such a need again.
His next stroke was ruthless, pushed his entire length deep inside her form, left her screeching--but it was obvious that no emotion in her was pain. She was just arching over him, one hand clenching the sheets, the other his side, those sweet walls adjusting to his breadth in awe--and he felt an absolutely egotistical need to make her beg to have him all. His smile grew wider. There was no way to avoid it--no way to want to. He was going to show her just how truly dangerous he could be.
He was laughing, as he leaned down to her, kissing along every delicate spot on her throat--enjoying her utter surrender to him. "Feel good, 'Kita?" The sound she gave wasn't quite categorizable, but it made the high he was on increase all the further--his teeth biting at a delicious spot just under her jaw. She gave a squeaking sort of screech, the tears coming to her eyes, and he laughed all the more, starting to kiss and lick his way down her form--bound to her completely. It just felt so damn good to be inside of her again.
Oh, God, she agreed--the way he stretched her magnificent; she could barely breathe, trying to understand. She had never felt so full, so whole--her hand moving around to his curves, needing to hold him deep inside. It could definitely take awhile to get used to him, but she could never imagine minding--her shivers moving deeper, as his amazing mouth made her groan all the louder; there was a whimper, as he licked around her nipple. There would never be a time when she didn't want more.
He was lost to this fact--to her, as well--was caught entirely in how amazing she was. But his extremely-heightened ego was currently his protection. She just looked so beautiful, as she shuddered below him, giving herself up so willingly to his needs--felt so incredible, as her walls trembled in wonder, wrapped so tightly around his shaft--that he would have lost all ability to please her, had he not stayed in control. Even as it was, with the nails of her hand digging into his curve, begging for him, it was a battle with his will to keep from shivering release. When he remembered, as well, that it would be the first time he would ever be able to lose himself completely inside of her . . .
No. He was groaning, as he pulled back, his breath panting, as he changed his plans. She felt too good, and he loved her too much; his gaze devoured her, control of her on the rise. If he didn't make his total demands soon . . .
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