Page 43 of Dark Seduction
"What do you want now?" he asks.
I'm nearly panting, lost in the haze of my arousal. "I want you inside me," I manage to say.
"Beg for it," he commands.
My plea spills out, desperate and raw. "Please, sir.”
“Please, sir, I want it.”
“Want what?”
“I want you to fuck me."
“Just want?”
“Ineedyou to fuck me.”
Satisfied, he aligns himself at my entrance, and I feel the head of his cock pressing against me. With a firm push he slides inside, stretching me perfectly. The feeling of him entering me is intense—his size filling me completely, each inch he pushes in sending a ripple of pleasure through my body.
I moan loudly, the sensation of being so intimately connected overwhelming as he begins to move, setting a rhythm that promises nothing but raw, deep pleasure.
He takes me hard from behind, his hands gripping my hips firmly as he thrusts into me with a rhythm that's both relentless and perfectly measured.
His hands roam from my hips, one finding its way to my breast, squeezing gently then more firmly, enhancing the raw pleasure coursing through me.
My breasts sway rhythmically with his thrusts, the movement adding a sweet, tingling sensation that complements the deep, fulfilling strokes of his cock.
"I want to hear you beg for it," he growls, as I teeter on the edge of climax. "Tell me you need to come."
"Please, sir, may I come?" I gasp out, desperate for release, my voice shaky with need.
"Yes Dalia. Come for me."
The permission breaks the dam, and my orgasm crashes over me with overwhelming intensity. I shudder and cry out, my body tensing and then spasming in waves of pleasure so powerful that I collapse forward onto the bed.
The bed's covers muffle my cries as he continues to move, drawing out my climax until I'm limp and spent, utterly consumed by the intensity of the release.
He flips me over, and damn, he's a sight—sweaty, ripped, with a sprinkle of salt-and-pepper hair across his chest. He hovers over me, his hard cock ready at my entrance. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, craving the feel of him deep inside me.
He slides into me, and it's electric. Every thrust hits just right, his cock filling me completely. We're in sync, moving together in a perfect rhythm.
Looking up at him, I catch something different in his gaze—a deep, almost tender connection. It's not just fucking anymore. There's something more here, something that feels a lot like love. His eyes lock onto mine, soft yet fiery, as he drives into me, slow and deep, then fast and urgent.
As we both edge closer to climax, his strokes become more desperate, his breathing ragged. I feel him swell inside me, and with a final deep thrust, he comes hard, and so do I. The hot rush of his cum fills me, the sensation all-consuming.
His moans mix with mine, a sound of pure satisfaction. He collapses next to me, our sweaty bodies clinging to each other aswe come down from the high; wrapped up in a haze of passion and tender whispers.
He shifts to spoon me from behind, his strong arms wrapping around me, pulling me close. We bask in the afterglow in silence, the only sound the distant hum of the city below. The warmth of his body, the softness of the sheets, and the shimmering city lights create a cocoon of comfort.
He plants soft kisses on my shoulder, breaking the silence.
"I want you to move in with me," he murmurs, his voice tender. "I want you here. With me."
Turning to face him, I search his eyes, finding nothing but sincerity there. I lean in and kiss him, my heart swelling.
"I'd love that," I whisper back, sealing my answer with another kiss, feeling a future together beginning to take shape between us, uncertain though it may be.
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