Chapter 72
Chapter 72
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Cupid gathered my hair gently, wrapping it around his fist, and guided his thick cock between my lips. I sucked eagerly, just once, before he pulled back.
His thumb brushed a stray strand behind my car. I swirled my tongue around the flushed head, lapping up the bead of precum glistening at the slit.
A low, guttural groan rumbled from his chest. He tugged my hair again, tilting my face up, green eyes burning into mine with raw tenderness. Then he leaned down and kissed me slowly, deep, reverent, before lifting me onto the couch.
He laid me back against the cushions, spreading my thighs wide. One leg draped over the backrest, leaving me completely open, glistening and aching. He settled between my legs, mouth hovering just above my
devoured me. pussy, but didn’t move yet. His gaze
His thumb came to trace my swollen clit in lazy circles after a few seconds and I whimpered, pinching my own nipples, trying to stay still. Slowly, he eased one long finger into my entrance. I jerked at the intrusion, but his free hand pressed gently on my hip, grounding me.
“Easy, Queen,” he murmured. “It’s only me p>
He slid out, eyes locked on mine. “You’ve gone so tight over the years p>
My pussy clenched at his words. He lowered his head and dragged his tongue up my slit, slow and deliberate. The first real lick made me freeze; the second made me tremble.
He closed his lips around my clit and sucked softly, letting it pop free before doing it again. I cried out, hips bucking.
my clit He licked lower, tongue dipping into my entrance, tasting how soaked I already was. Then back.to where he began sucking, flicking, scissoring my folds open with his fingers, until I was writhing, sobbing, completely undone.
Finally he rose to his knees, stroking his cock,hard, flushed, dripping. The fat head nudged my shivered with pure need.
entrance. I
He pushed in just the tip. Even that stretched me wide. I gasped; he paused, letting me adjust, then slid in another inch. The burn was exquisite. He pulled back, watching my pussy cling to him, then drove in slow and deep until he was buried to the hilt.
We both groaned. Flesh to flesh. No barriers. Just heat and pulse and raw connection.
He started slow, long, deliberate strokes like he was rewriting every bad memory carved into my body. Each thrust said This is what it feels like to be wanted. To be cherished. To be safe.
But the gentleness didn’t last. I clawed at his back, holding on as though my life depends on it.
“Deeper,” I begged, voice breaking. “Please
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He snapped. Hips slamming into the, cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside until I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Sweat slicked our skin. My pussy fluttered wildly around him.
He pinned my hips, thrust once, twice, and came with a broken growl, flooding me with heat. I shattered around him, milking every drop, legs locked around his waist as he emptied himself deep inside me.
When it passed, he flipped us so I lay on top of him, his cock still pulsing inside me. Cum leaked slowly from where we joined, warm and intimate. He kissed my damp hair, rocking me gently.
Silence wrapped us like a blanket, thick and warm. Then his voice, low and absolute, cut through it:
“That word only belongs to me p>
I lifted my head, tears already pooling in my eyes.
“The word fuck,” he said again, thumb brushing the wetness from my cheek. “I alone own it from your lips. You don’t say it to anyone else. Ever p>
My heart split wide open.
Tears spilled hot and fast as I buried my face in his chest, arms locked around him like he was the only solid thing left in the universe.
That was the exact moment I understood I had wanted him, needed him, ached for him, from the very first second his mouth claimed mine that night.
I had never stopped and I never would.
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