heavy breasts. I swallow trying to formulate some coherent words.
“Graham... I can't take much more.”
“Yes you can, Mattie,” he commands as his teeth pull away from my erect nipple. I'm barely balancing on my last string of restraints. His thumb slides upward with each affirming word he says, “Yes.” Caressing it once and again when he says, “You.” And again swirling his thumb touching it. “Can.”
I let out a long thirsty, sensual moan as I'm sent right over the top with no more restrictions, losing every bit of control. I can't help but pound my body harder down on to his massive hardness. The sexual sensation his body gives me emits a downpour that inadvertently turns into a primal urge. In my world there are no promises, there are no safe words. When we are engaged like this, I want to feel him, touch him, lick, and most of all taste him , all of him. No timid sexual give-and-take now, it has slipped past that, prosecuted to a level where strength, endurance and carnal passions reign. I lunge myself forward against him, instinctively baring my fangs as I mark the jugular.
My hair is yanked back keeping my fangs just out of reach. I'm panting, with his full erection still inside me. He breaks us apart and I wince at the separation from him, he spins me around slamming me face down on the bed. I reach above and forcibly grab a hand full of his hair as he mounts over me. In a flash I have him plastered against the wall, but only because he allowed it. A slight aggressive smile enhances his drop-dead gorgeous face.
Graham
“Lick me Mattie,” I behest her sensing her body tense up. I stare immersed in her desiring brown eyes which are riveting, wide and all-consuming. I want to overshadow all her uncontrollable impulses that I know are caged inside.
“What?” she sighs heavily out.
I place my fingertip against the alluded pulsing vein in my neck and say, “Right, here.” My finger drags across my neck as her gaze intensifies. She leans in and hesitates. I can feel her nose nuzzling against the crook of my neck, breathing me in. And then her tongue slow, wet, and unhurried generously licks my flesh. She stops. My hand courses up her vivacious side ending with my hand cupping her. Her body is still rigid and I utilize my thumb to caress against her breast, soothing her and she breathes out a shiver. I know what she wants and how she wants it. My finger slides higher to the tip of her chin, tilting it so that our lips are a breath apart. She's beautiful like this.
“You better know what you're playing with,” she chides as her lips brush along my mouth.
“And who says I'm playing?” I confront. Her lips return to my neck again as her fingers comb through my hair as she inches closer. I let my eyes fall closed as I scarcely feel the sharp edge of her fangs skim across my flesh. I'm aware she has superlative velocity and strength, but the one thing she'll prove to me is how much she's provoking my own claim over her. I envision a thousand ways I want her, locking her hands in mine I throw her back on the bed. Pinning her hands above her head, I pivot myself against her and she lets out the most savoring moan.
My body deliberately presses right on top of her and she hooks her long slender legs around me. She flashes and her sleek structure forms above me, mounting me with her own brute force and a determination to take control. She adjusts herself, clutching my chest . Her legs spread wide for me, but then she shifts her weight and eases bitterly slow down on top of me. On an unknown level, whether it to be longing, necessity, or a requirement, I have yet to decide, but she has me groaning hungrily out her name, “ Mattie ...”
I roughly grab a tight hold on her hips to cease her unholy, rapturous rhythmic motions and take charge flipping her quickly underneath me. My thighs secure her and the heat from her makes me throb fiercely to impel and embed inside her. “Are you fiddling
“Graham... I can't take much more.”
“Yes you can, Mattie,” he commands as his teeth pull away from my erect nipple. I'm barely balancing on my last string of restraints. His thumb slides upward with each affirming word he says, “Yes.” Caressing it once and again when he says, “You.” And again swirling his thumb touching it. “Can.”
I let out a long thirsty, sensual moan as I'm sent right over the top with no more restrictions, losing every bit of control. I can't help but pound my body harder down on to his massive hardness. The sexual sensation his body gives me emits a downpour that inadvertently turns into a primal urge. In my world there are no promises, there are no safe words. When we are engaged like this, I want to feel him, touch him, lick, and most of all taste him , all of him. No timid sexual give-and-take now, it has slipped past that, prosecuted to a level where strength, endurance and carnal passions reign. I lunge myself forward against him, instinctively baring my fangs as I mark the jugular.
My hair is yanked back keeping my fangs just out of reach. I'm panting, with his full erection still inside me. He breaks us apart and I wince at the separation from him, he spins me around slamming me face down on the bed. I reach above and forcibly grab a hand full of his hair as he mounts over me. In a flash I have him plastered against the wall, but only because he allowed it. A slight aggressive smile enhances his drop-dead gorgeous face.
Graham
“Lick me Mattie,” I behest her sensing her body tense up. I stare immersed in her desiring brown eyes which are riveting, wide and all-consuming. I want to overshadow all her uncontrollable impulses that I know are caged inside.
“What?” she sighs heavily out.
I place my fingertip against the alluded pulsing vein in my neck and say, “Right, here.” My finger drags across my neck as her gaze intensifies. She leans in and hesitates. I can feel her nose nuzzling against the crook of my neck, breathing me in. And then her tongue slow, wet, and unhurried generously licks my flesh. She stops. My hand courses up her vivacious side ending with my hand cupping her. Her body is still rigid and I utilize my thumb to caress against her breast, soothing her and she breathes out a shiver. I know what she wants and how she wants it. My finger slides higher to the tip of her chin, tilting it so that our lips are a breath apart. She's beautiful like this.
“You better know what you're playing with,” she chides as her lips brush along my mouth.
“And who says I'm playing?” I confront. Her lips return to my neck again as her fingers comb through my hair as she inches closer. I let my eyes fall closed as I scarcely feel the sharp edge of her fangs skim across my flesh. I'm aware she has superlative velocity and strength, but the one thing she'll prove to me is how much she's provoking my own claim over her. I envision a thousand ways I want her, locking her hands in mine I throw her back on the bed. Pinning her hands above her head, I pivot myself against her and she lets out the most savoring moan.
My body deliberately presses right on top of her and she hooks her long slender legs around me. She flashes and her sleek structure forms above me, mounting me with her own brute force and a determination to take control. She adjusts herself, clutching my chest . Her legs spread wide for me, but then she shifts her weight and eases bitterly slow down on top of me. On an unknown level, whether it to be longing, necessity, or a requirement, I have yet to decide, but she has me groaning hungrily out her name, “ Mattie ...”
I roughly grab a tight hold on her hips to cease her unholy, rapturous rhythmic motions and take charge flipping her quickly underneath me. My thighs secure her and the heat from her makes me throb fiercely to impel and embed inside her. “Are you fiddling
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