Twisted Destinies
“You’re a fascinating woman, Belle.” He was pressed into my center. His gaze watching me from beneath hooded eyes. He massaged into me in a slow place. Letting the layers of pleasurable slivers stack upon themselves until there was a layer woven through me, ready to rupture.
He was groaning faintly. Those sounds becoming longer and deeper with each move.
When it did, I bucked up and hooked my heels along the insides of his thighs and flexed up to grasp his buttocks and pull him tighter into me. Causing those moans to become almost painfilled.
Then he gasped and thrust deep. His hips rocking in the faintest motion. I felt his member pulsing between my walls as he unleashed the seed that had poured through his stem and into my body.
“Belle!” He cried brokenly before slumping over me. His hands bracing himself on each side of me to keep his weight from crushing me. He tried to roll to the side of me, but his arms were shaking.
“Are you weakened, Din?”