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As I fuck her like a primeval beast.

There’s a rousing cheer from the living room as Dua becomes Rihanna, singing about light in the beautiful sea and diamonds shining bright in the sky. Perfect timing. The noise masks Emma’s distressed cry as I pull on her hair to separate her mouth from my body. And the moan she follows it up with? I drown that out as well, stealing the carnal sound away from her swollen lips as soon as I drop to my knees and then replace my dick with my tongue. I scoop powerfully into her mouth, stroking into every wet cushion of the orifice I’ve just invaded. Everywhere I sweep, I taste…me. My flesh, my sweat, my possession.

You’re mine.

The recognition, rocketing me into the stars that Rihanna sings about, turns my senses into a nebula of need…and my cock into a rod of raw lust. I fist the length, turned on more as my hand is streaked in glowing precome. I’m like a power station on meltdown alert. A circuit breaker with too many plugs jammed on full. A bomb about to blow.

A monster ready to rut.

“Turn around.” I don’t wait for her mind to register the order. I just help with the compliance, twisting my grip into her shoulders and then spinning her away from me. “I’ve got to fuck you so badly, beautiful.” While the endearment rasps from my lips and brutality dictates my movements. As she gets into position on the floor in front of the window, I snarl in pleasure at the sight before me as soon as I hike up her dress.

With eager lust, I stroke her bare thighs and ass cheeks, framed for my pleasure by thigh-high stockings that are attached to a sexy-as-fuck garter belt with matching black lace panties. The lingerie is offset by the pink glow of the city lights across her skin, joined by the faint gold of her aroused blood. Except for the first sight I ever had of our newborn son, this has to be the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

“Jesus God, Emmalina.” I knead my way up the backs of her legs, stretching my thumbs into the peachy crevice of her ass before splaying my grip across the flawless flesh of her gorgeous rear. “You make me want to become a real animal.” In every wild, snarling, savage sense of the word.

She absorbs my declaration with a lush toss of her head, leaning back to the point that her body forms a gorgeous arch. As she does, all my bestial instincts are heightened by the gleam of her vintage earrings against the smooth column of her neck. Then even more by the words that make their way out of it.

“So who’s stopping you?”

Ohhhh, those audacious words.

Ohhhh, that brazen ass wiggle of punctuation.

Ohhhh, the little glance over her shoulder, openly taunting me.

Ohhhh, her.

Always her. Only, ever her.

The only one who’ll ever be the white to my black. The dawn to my midnight. The beauty to my beast.

Who’ll never stop making me this hard with her sigh as I tear away her panties.

Who’ll never not complete my whole being as I drive into her with one merciless stroke.

Who’ll never cease speaking to all of my soul as her body gloves me with her wet, wonderful light.

“Oh!”

Who’ll never hold back the ferocious grin across my face as she screams in the first throes of her golden fulfillment.

“Oh, Reece!”

I growl deep while seizing her hips with my hands, securing her frame for my next barbaric thrust. I pause there, my dick embedded and my balls clamoring, just long enough to give her a few gifts from my mouth, as well. A ruthless bite at the back of her neck. And then commanding words, rumbled from the pounding depths of my chest.

“Brace yourself good, Bunny. This ride isn’t going to get any gentler.”

As I expect, she lets out a long, keening cry.

What I don’t expect: her hard, crashing orgasm.

And no, I harbor absolutely no doubt about what it is. The rapid vibrations up and down her channel, along with her staccato breaths and the juices drenching my cock, have dropped me onto a precipice of conflict. Half of me crows at giving her such swift and perfect pleasure. But the other half examines the daunting challenge ahead.

To give her a hell of a lot more.

“You enjoying that, my sweet goddess?” My teasing drawl is a direct contrast to the repetitive punches of my body, filling the air with harsh slicks as I impale her tight tunnel over and over again. “You like coming that good as I tell you how much my swollen cock is going to conquer your gorgeous cunt? That I may really turn into a beast and lose myself in the glory of taking over your body? That it might even hurt, but you’ll love every fucking second of the beautiful torment?”

“Yes.” She drops her head but rolls it back up at once, as if her skin feels as tight as mine. As if the pressure of her pleasure is a force under her skin, demanding her full detonation from it…