My Heart

I move with him, bucking my hips, hoping I’m doing it right. But then I don’t have to hope. I listen to Triston’s moans, the gruffness in his voice, the way his breath catches.

“You’re mine,” he growls, as my pussy and his raging dick make wet noises.

“Yours, yours,” I gasp.

“Only. Mine.”

He reaches down and rubs my clit. I feel like I’m choking as the pleasure ignites. He must sense it because he keeps rubbing, as he pommels me relentlessly with his cock.

My hips guide my movements, as though magnetizing to the ecstasy. I grind against his cock, as he pumps even faster, harder, and then he pinches my clit and it all becomes too much.

I can’t take it. I…

“I’m coming, I think I’m—”

My words break off in a strangled moan as the orgasm shatters inside of me. My pussy tightens around his cock, making him drive harder to push himself inside.

My belly tightens, my core pulses, and my body floats, my limbs feeling weightless.

I grind up and down him, my body now in complete control, and then I collapse. The couch is sticky and sweaty against my back.

“Good fucking girl,” he snarls. “You know what your man needs, don’t you?”

I nod and try to tell him, yes, but I can’t get the words out.

He slows down, gliding smoothly in and out, as our eyes meet again, his smirk twitching.

“What?”

He grins like a wolf, silver peppered hair glistening in the light of the TV screen, sweat beading on his hard chest. “I need you from behind baby. I need to watch that ass bounce for me.”

“Yeah, yeah. I just hope I do it right.”

He grunts as he slides out of me, grabbing me by the hips. I giggle and squeal as he flips me over, handling me like I weigh nothing as he puts me on my hands and knees.

“Like this?” I whimper, looking over my shoulder at him.

He’s staring down at my ass as though he can’t look away, his huge dick looking heavy and wet in his hand. He grips his shaft, placing one hand on my ass, and sinks his fingers into my flesh.

“There’s so much of you,” he growls. “God I love it. You curvy. Horny. Thing.”

His compliment infuses the moment with even more pleasure.

His cock slips deeply inside of me, pushing at a new angle, right up against my sweet spot and I moan.

“Fuck, that ass. Can you take a little spanking?”

“J-Just a little,” I whisper.

The thought comes to me that it’s appropriate. We’re being bad. What we’re doing is wrong. I deserve to be spanked for this.

But I can’t think like that, not when we’re right in the middle. I can’t let anything spoil this.

Is that selfish? Is that—

His hand stings so sweetly against my backside, as he taps me gently. He does it again, groaning as his thick cock slides in and out, our bodies fusing, giving themselves to each other.

I try to look at him over my shoulder, but we’re moving so fast. I catch glimpses. His moonish eyes and tense lips, the veins pressing against his muscled body.

He slides his hands to my hips, gripping them as he pulls me toward him. I grip onto the couch, doing my best to move with him.

He hammers me even harder. Our bodies slapping together. My ass pushed against his rock hard abs with each thrust.

“Your ass,” he snarls. “Fuck. It’s so fucking perfect.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Triston

Her ass is bouncing so perfectly, two creamy globes colliding against my abs. I sink my hands so damn indulgently into her hips. She’s got such a fucking perfect body, so much of her to grab hold of.

I pull her young body toward me with each thrust. My cock is soaked with her juices, creamy white liquid from when I rubbed her raw and needy clit while I pounded into her.

She’s gasping in the sexiest way like she can hardly take it, but her pussy is telling me yes with each thrust.

“You. Are. Mine.”

I hammer her with each word, fucking the truth of the statement into her. My seed pulses at the base of my cock, hungry for its release in her pink sensitive slit.

“Ah. Yes, yes,” she moans.

“You’re close again. I can feel it.”

“I think—”

“Fucking come.”

She’s turned me into an animal. I can’t try to be civilized or gentle.

She’s my mate, my property, and she’s going to cream for me.

I throw my hips back and push her away, and then hammer in hard as I yank her against me. She moans and then I do it again, turning her into a rag doll as I lead the pleasure. She bounces against me.

She screams, her fingernails clawing against the couch. I’m half carrying her, as she claws for purchase. I pummel into her slick soaked pussy again and again.

I’m goddamn relentless.

Her slit is too creamy and perfect to resist. I keep fucking her, then I feel it.