Dark Captor (Dark Syndicate 2)

She was already wet and ready for me, but I just made sure she’s ready for the hard fuck I want to give her.

I line the head of my cock up with her entrance, grab her hips and slam into her. Her body jolts forward and the sweet sexy moans that fall from her lips fuel me to drive into her.

I start to fuck her the way I like to fuck. Hard and relentless and her body takes me like she was made for me.

We both get lost in the sensation of the wild rhythm that comes to take us over the edge, and up we climb to the pinnacle of passion.

Higher and higher we go and when she expects to fall, I keep her there fucking her harder so that her hair falls forward over her face and she’s calling out my name.

I take full advantage of the fact that we are on the other side of the house. Right at the back, where no one but me can hear her screams of ecstasy.

Just me, she’s all for me, all mine and I don’t plan to stop tonight. This is just the beginning.

She comes first but I still fuck her. I love the feel of her walls wrapping around my cock like a vice. Last night her pussy was so tight every time I entered her it was hard to control myself.

Now that she’s adjusted to take my width and length, I can give it to her how I want.

But only to a limit. I reach it and slam into her over again as I climax, thundering into her like a hurricane.

Her pussy walls squeeze me clean, milking me of everything I have and with it she pulls down the wall I secured around my heart to stop me from ever knocking on love’s door again.

Wanting to fuck is one thing. but wanting her is another.

That’s why I’m always left feeling like I can’t get enough. It’s because I want her.

I want more than the physical, more than sex. I actually want the woman.

I want to keep her.

But that’s not possible. No matter how many times I take her like this, I can’t have her the way I want.