Breaking Meredith (Disciples 4)

The thrust of my hips. The warmth and cold of my cock as I pump in deep. In and out.

She’s moaning and growling out words to match my own groans.

“Simon… I’m so close…” she says as she puts her mouth to my ear.

Her warm breath pushes me to further heights.

“Don’t hold back, Meredith,” I grunt as I speed up my thrusts.

I want us to peak together, I need her to peak with me.

Using the heels of her feet, she digs them into my lower back as she pulls me into her. Trying to fuck me as much as I’m fucking her.

There’s no sensuality right now, this is about claiming one another. Making our declaration of ownership.

Leaning my head down, I begin to kiss on the soft flesh of her shoulder. Then I work my way towards her breast.

Removing my hand from her back, I slide it around to her chest. I cup her breast hard in my hand as I lift it up to my mouth.

Sucking hard on her nipple, I crush the tightened bud against my tongue.

My balls are aching so badly now, but I must wait though. It is paramount that we peak together… it has the best chance of success.

Control comes in many forms. Mentally, spiritually, and even through the bonds we create together.

“Fuck!” Her simple declaration erupts from her mouth as her pussy clamps down on my cock so hard that I can barely move through the sensations ripping through my own body.

Lifting my head from her nipple, I place my mouth at the same exact spot she bit me.

Latching my teeth on her skin, I bite down hard.

She screeches out so loudly I’m surprised the glass in the kitchen doesn’t shatter.

Her legs don’t stop moving though. If anything, they slam me into her body harder and harder.

My cock begins to spend long bursts of my cum deep into her womb. Each time I thrust forward, I feel as if I’m dying over and over.

So much pressure has built up over the past day that I think the release is going to kill me.

Our bodies finally come down from the mountain we crested and we sag against each other.

Her head comes to rest on my chest.

Pulling back from her after I catch my breath, I look down at the place I marked on her shoulder.

There, the edges of my teeth have broken the skin. Nothing like she did to me, no stitches will be needed. But she will have the scar for the rest of her life.

Just like I will.

“Your mouth has blood…” she starts to say before it must dawn on her why I have blood on my lips.

Looking down to her shoulder, she gasps, “You… you… you just fucking—”

“Better than any wedding band will ever be, princess. I’ve marked you for the world to know you belong to fucking me.”

She doesn’t move me or even push me away from her body. I’m slowly deflating inside of her and the squeeze of her silken walls is slowly easing me out. The exquisite, almost painful, sensitivity of my cock is driving me mad.

Looking up into my eyes, she declares, “You’re mad, Simon! You’re not sane!”

“No, I’m truly not around you.”

Pulling back from her, I watch as my thick cock finally falls out.

She hasn’t let go of me with her legs though. Whether she is conscious of that fact I’m not sure.

“Have I…” she starts to say but stops to lick her lips.

Trying again, she quietly asks, “Have I truly destroyed you?”

“Utterly,” I say just as quietly back to her.

17

Meredith

It’s official. I’ve broken Simon.

Unfortunately, I haven’t broken him in the way I intended. Instead of bringing the man to his knees and wrapping him around my finger, I’ve unleashed a beast.

A beast full of lust and fire.

Since that night at Matthew’s compound, he’s become insatiable. I can’t walk within five feet of him without him grabbing me and pushing me up against something.

The walls, the counters, the furniture.

It’s all fair game when Simon gets his hands on me.

There isn’t a room in this house he hasn’t fucked me in. He takes full advantage of my penchant for wearing dresses. Tossing my skirts up and ripping my panties to the side before he thrusts himself deep inside my pussy.

And the way he fucks me… god, the way he fucks me.

He fucks me like he can’t get enough of me. He fucks me like he’s trying to make up for the past five fucking years.

It’s like a drug. To be so wanted, to be so desired it’s driving him past the brink of madness… It’s is the greatest fucking high I’ve ever experienced.

And I only want more of it.

The only problem is that I’m pretty sure the bastard is purposely trying to get me pregnant.

After he’s had his way with me, fucking me so hard I feel the ghost of his cock deep inside me for hours afterwards, he won’t let me shower.