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Sugar Plum Isabella Starling, Jenika Snow 2022/8/5 16:59:15

“Do you want me?” I asked in a low, deep voice, needing her to say the words… needing to hear them come from Holly.

She licked her lips and nodded.

“No, Holly. Say them. I want to hear the words.” The air stilled, thickening around us.

“Yes, Bastian. I want you.”

I groaned and ran my tongue along her lips, and she parted them for me, letting me enter the sweet, warm depths.

I wanted to worship every single inch of her until she was weak and hanging onto me, begging for more.

God, I felt the heat from her body slam into me.

“I want to worship every single part of you with my hands, mouth, and tongue.” She sucked in a breath. “I want to make you come without even being inside you.”

Holly made a small sound in the back of her throat, one of pleasure and need.

This woman—my woman—was my undoing.

“Please, Bastian,” she moaned. “No more waiting.”

I reveled in the smoothness of her skin and felt like the world was crashing down around me. For years, I’d held back, buried my desires, but no more. Tonight, I would show Holly what she meant to me. I’d show her with every single part of me how much I cared about her… how much I loved her.

She stared into my eyes, and I felt my heart beat a little faster at the vulnerability I saw, at the innocence.

No one else would know how she felt, what she smelled like, what she sounded like when she orgasmed. That would only ever be for me to know.

Did she know the power she held over me?

“Touch me, Bastian,” she begged. “Claim me.”

I kissed her again and again, thrusting my tongue in and out of her mouth, about to do the same between her thighs.

I pressed my body fully against hers, my muscles lining up with her softness. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she felt against me.

This was turning out to be everything I’d fantasized about for the last two years.

We deserved to be happy.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think straight, and when I moved my hand between our bodies, finally touching her pussy, I felt like I’d come right then and there.

“On the bed for me.” My voice was so hoarse, scratchy, almost inaudible.

“You want me on your bed?”

She was tempting the beast within me. I nodded but didn’t say anything verbal.

And then she was climbing onto the mattress, her ass on full display, the twin mounds like a perfectly ripened peach.

“I need you, Bastian,” she whispered as she looked over her shoulder at me.

Fuck, this female was going to be the death of me.

Beads of sweat started to cover every inch of me, and the monster between my legs jerked, pre-cum dotting the tip. I needed to pop that sweet fucking cherry of hers. I needed to tunnel my dick into her virgin pussy and mark her from the inside out.

My cock was like a steel rod between my legs, demanding to get inside her, jerking to fill her up. My balls were drawn up to my body, feeling heavy, filled with seed.

And then I was against her, my dick nestled between the crease of her plump ass, pre-cum spreading across her smooth, peachy skin. Before I knew what I was doing, I had her flipped onto her back, her tits bouncing and swaying slightly from the force. Fuck, that was hot. I leaned back and looked down at her belly, the indent of her navel making my mouth water. God, she was so gorgeous.

I lifted my head and looked into her eyes. “I want to pump deep inside you, Holly. I want to fill you up with my cum, watch as it starts to come out of you and dampen the sheets.”

“Bastian. God,” she breathed out.

All I could think about was our hot, sweaty bodies pressed together as I fucked her, as I showed Holly what it meant to be claimed, marked, and loved fully.

I pressed my chest to hers, loving that her breasts were so full, would most definitely overfill my hands. She spread her thighs even more, and my cock was now nestled between her pussy folds. I gripped her chin loosely, gently, holding her in place as I leaned in and kissed her, mouth fucked her again and again. I pressed my dick back and forth against her, my cock sliding between her slit and bumping against her clit with every upstroke. She gasped and I groaned. She was so wet, so juicy.

I started moving a little faster, pumping my cock against Holly, loving that she made these explicit noises for me. “Christ, you’re so damn primed for me.” I slid both my hands behind her and gripped the plump mounds of her ass.

I pulled her impossibly closer to me as I kept stroking my dick through her cleft.