| Subject: Chapter 202 - Part 5 (18 and above) |
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Date Posted: Monday, August 01, 07:28:16am
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KatherineGilbert
's message, "Dreams in the Dark - Chapter 193 and onwards" on Thursday, July 07, 07:06:24am
It was with this thought that he took her hand off of him, pulling out of her amazing depths; it led to a furiously-saddened groan, his lover's head back, long hair in an array on the spread around her. He had to grit his teeth to survive--commanding her again. "Be quiet." His eyes glared into her, as she moaned, her love for him so clear. But he intended to take no argument from her at all.
His plans didn't entirely go as he had thought, however, Nikita clearly lost, wanting everything. She was quickly sitting up--her hands on his hips, her mouth's target growing more rigid by the second; he had to push her back, gaze burning, fingers digging into her shoulders. "Obey me, 'Kita." Her whimper almost did him in, making him even rougher, as he maneuvered her; a second later, he had rolled her over onto her stomach, was between her legs once more--his thick, hard shaft already pushing into her. "I want you like this."
Oh, God. "Yes," she groaned, aching for it all. His command alone--his determination to show her his love, the undying depths of ecstasy he was capable of giving, without any input of her own--made her wild, and the way his bold cock stretched her forced the shivers to run almost too deep through her form. Her head was back, as she groaned, lost to him for good. "Mooore."
Yes. He was laughing once again, his control back--determination to destroy her in love an absolute. He just adored the way she could make that one word multisyllabic; his hands tightened on her hips, forcing his way in without anything like a complaint from her. He had every intention of hearing her scream it for a lifetime.
He wasn't going slowly this time, didn't care about anything but the feeling of her hot, wet walls enclosed so completely around his shaft; he rode her further in, loving making her take it all. "How's it feel, 'Kita?" A rougher stroke nearly penetrated her through, making her scream; he adored it, made her beg. "Feel good?"
Dear Lord. "Good" would have been the understatement of the century--his sweet, throbbing cock remolding her ruthlessly to his own size. She couldn't have thanked him enough, had she tried. But she didn't even have the breath left to attempt it.
She just panted, groaning, then, her body resting on her forearms on the bed, her head back, as he shoved his way ever-further inside her wet walls; it all had her on such a fine edge. She could feel the spread against her skin, the way it rubbed just roughly enough against her taut nipples every time he pounded his broad cock further inside her depths. And his absolute control of her was making her about to cry with joy. "Mi-chael," she pleaded, whimpering in need when his shaft found its way to her core. There would never be enough of this at all.
He agreed, wouldn't give her a second of autonomy, would use her in just the way both of them so wanted. He was almost in her completely now, had no intention of stopping--loving the way her body begged for him. "Shut up. Just take it, 'Kita." And then he made her accept every inch of his heavy shaft to the base.
This left her screaming, her head back, far too in love with him to argue--to ever want to. The way he filled her till she felt like she would break nearly made her cry from love; both hands clawed at the spread, too enraptured to speak but aching in the light he had built once more in her deepest core. Her eyes closed. No matter what miracles God could create, there would never be anyone like him on earth again.
He could feel her devotion, was maddened by it--intended to show her just how good this could get. One hand ran over her wet hair, along her back, as the other kept her firmly in place. "I know you like it." He started to stroke through her, not even caring if she was ready--but her high-pitched moan told him everything he wanted to hear. "I'm going to give you more."
Oh, Jesus. He was filling her, was spreading her, over and over, every taut connection of that giant breadth with her core making her moan; she could only get out one thought. "I love you," she whispered. And there would never be a part of her to deny it again.
He was smiling, adoring the way she gave herself up to him--his voice hoarse and soft. "I know." His strokes moved deeper, enjoying her groans--spreading her wide with each entry; he leaned over her, mouth close to her ear, wanting to taunt her even more. "But its my cock you can't get enough of." And he began to prove it much more roughly, as he spoke.
Oh--oh, yes. Her sounds were growing louder, rising from her each time. His hands were roaming, one under her to caress a breast, mouth trailing over her shoulder, and she was too lost to understand whether she was more amazed by this or by the deep, heavy way his broad length rode through her walls. She was about to tear holes in the spread, her hips moving back to meet his every stroke, but, each time she did, he grabbed her hip, took away anything like control; the tears gathered, her head on her arms--needing him so much she wasn't certain she would survive. It just shouldn't be legal to have a lover this perfect, one who took her in ways she couldn't have even begun to ask him for--but which she needed more than she could ever express; her moan grew louder. Still, it *was* legal--their union acknowledged, approved, no one allowed to question their intimacy any longer. And, somehow, that made all of this all the sweeter yet.
He felt her thought, agreed with it completely--rode her much harder in appreciation of all she had given him, loving the way she shuddered for more. Her whole body felt so good below his, begged for his touch, wanted to be tasted. But the fact that only he could do any of these miraculous things pierced him through, made him wild; he held her hips up further, stroking into her so much more roughly. And he would make her thank him with her pleasure for many years to come.
Oh--oh, God, she could feel this, knew his intentions, and was about to fall apart from them all. Her head was raised, back again, as her lover's cock pushed so ravenously, so ceaselessly through her walls. The feeling wracked her, all the light in the depths of her form pulling tighter, growing brighter; she bit her lip, as she groaned. It left her nothing to do but beg, never wanting it to end. "Please." He hit her more deeply, to her cry. "Please, more. Feels so good."
He seemed to agree with her, was laughing, his control of her unquestioned, as his shaft doubled the speed of its journeys through her, making something between a scream and a shiver wrack her; his voice was rough. "Then take more." That incredible rhythm rasped through her faster, shuddering off her walls, spiraling into her soul, the heat in her core intense; his hands grasped her hips, forcing her to accept the total impact of his shaft's ruthless pounding. "Take all of me."
Oh, God--oh, God, she wanted to, was entirely under his power and begging for it, the tears in her eyes. There was nothing he could do that she wouldn't want, that wouldn't make her plead for more--his control of her alone heating every inch of her flesh. She had just never known that it could be this good, had never felt him so entirely detached from anything like caution or sense. But she wanted more, wanted this forever; the tears came faster. And the fact that she might be able to have him this way only made all of it that much better still.
Her gasps were turning into breathy cries now, her whole focus on the enticing way that his thick length entered her so repeatedly, making her his own. The broad shaft stretched her, filled her--letting her know what she had always so desperately needed. He knew no remorse, played her soul--forcing that taut, bright need ever deeper into her form with every strike of the wide shaft inside her core; her cries grew louder, as he moved faster, playing more roughly with her. And she was his toy, was his to do with as he pleased--the fact making her love him all the more. There was just no way to stop adoring this man whose most intimate desire was to find yet more ruthless ways of making her come apart in bliss.
He was increasingly successful in this now; she couldn't stop it. Her whole body was trembling uncontrollably, nothing like will left. And still her lover rode her--his cock hot, penetrating so deep, showing her without question that she could do nothing but obey; she let out a deep cry, as his thick shaft pounded so heavily into her tenderly-taut core. He was a god to her; there was no way she could ever stop him--and she couldn't imagine ever wanting to thank him more.
He could see where she was, was absolutely unhinged, his fury for her pleasure nearly violent. He was stretched along her now, one hand tracing down to tease her nether bud--very satisfied with her scream. He stroked it remorselessly, knew the rhythm she needed, as he found her mouth--his tongue mocking the way his cock ruled her so completely, happy at her tears. His shaft ground into her core all the harder, as well, making her body jerk below his--his smile against her lips. Soon, she would be his--and he would never allow her to turn him away again.
She hadn't a first time, of course, but neither of them were thinking anything so clear just now. All she knew was that he was in her, was ruling her; his hand stroked over her face, holding her to him, as his tongue taunted the depths of her mouth--every stroke mimicking the heated assault of that thick, gorgeous length. It melted her, made the tears flow faster, her groans louder, as his talented fingers worked the bud into a frenzy of delight. There was just no way to ever thank him enough for such powerful love.
He was diving into her dreams, giving her everything she needed--so much of it requirements she couldn't have even named. His broad shaft was ruthless in her walls, seemed determined to claim her for good, as his talented fingers rubbed and tugged at that sweetly-aching point--all of it surging the heat of her desire into one, quickening pulse, far within her core. "I love the way you feel," he groaned, the hand on her face descending to caress her breast, fingers tugging at the nipple--making the singe of her oncoming ecstasy almost too good to bear. "I love the way you take everything I give."
Oh, God--so did she, never wanted to stop, the ache of her rising joy about to kill her. He kissed her deeply again, nearly making her swoon--the tight, heated pounding of the light far within the heart of her form growing brighter, tauter by the second. "I want to feel you come," he moaned, biting a perfect spot just under her jaw. She shuddered, the heat almost blinding. In just another second, she would . . .
She couldn't even finish the thought, lost before she knew it. He was kissing wildly all over her neck and throat, groaning against her--his thick shaft beating so furiously, far within her sensitized walls, no remorse in sight. "Come for me," he groaned. Then, one of his hands assaulted her bud so sweetly, the other squeezing her nipple tight, as the head of his cock found the depths of her core in three incredible, penetrating, ecstasy-giving thrusts--and all she could do was scream.
He seemed to cherish this, found her hand, the one with the ring--his own rubbing up against hers, as their grasps closed tightly together--and she wasn't certain what gave her more pleasure, the sense of love she felt from this symbol or the wracking joy of his devoted form. But there was no answer; she could only cry out, arching with him on the bed, as her walls enclosed the wild pounding of his not-yet-satisfied, heavy length. She couldn't even think about it, wouldn't live through any more bliss. But he didn't seem to agree.
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