“I could feel heat pooling between my legs fast and intense. My thighs pressed together, uselessly. Shame surged up my spine, but… — Dari A. Malaunt Copy Share Image
“It’s torture, Desmond…” I breathed, my whole body aching to finish, to do anything but stand here full of him and pretend… — Dari A. Malaunt Copy Share Image
“If you keep wiggling on my dick like that, you’ll end up impaled on it like a fish on a hook.” She… — Dari A. Malaunt Copy Share Image
“She swallowed nervously, blinking. “Are you… proposing to me?” I laughed, shaking my head. “No, darling. It’s better than a marriage proposal.”… — Dari A. Malaunt Copy Share Image
“Now, forget about everything else. Forget about your God, forget about anything beyond the feel of my tongue on your needy little… — Dari A. Malaunt Copy Share Image
“Ashpetal, if you don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you on this bike again.” She just laughed in my face. “It’s settled,… — Dari A. Malaunt Copy Share Image
“Desmond, slow down!” I yelped, panic spiking in my chest. He didn’t even acknowledge me. Instead, he accelerated, the engine’s roar rising… — Dari A. Malaunt Copy Share Image
“Oh shit, Desmond… you want to kill me…” she panted out, trembling in the ropes. “No, babe,” I purred darkly, leaning close… — Dari A. Malaunt Copy Share Image
“I was already on my knees in front of him, staring up with parted lips, my breath ragged. He looked down at… — Dari A. Malaunt Copy Share Image
“I told you,” he growled softly, his voice curling with dark arrogance. “There’s no God here… just me. Worship me, darling. Please…”… — Dari A. Malaunt Copy Share Image
“You’ll be mine, babe. You’ll be…” slap “You’ll be…” slap His tongue slid over my neck, licking the spot where he’d bitten… — Dari A. Malaunt Copy Share Image
“Desmond! That was a new dress,” I hissed in a whisper, but he only grunted against my neck, breathing heavily. “I’ll buy… — Dari A. Malaunt Copy Share Image
“He charged at me, grabbing me by the neck. I flinched as he lifted me slightly off the ground. The witch just… — Dari A. Malaunt Copy Share Image
“But his anger only turned me on more. His deep, rough voice. His dominance. The risk. It was fire and I wanted… — Dari A. Malaunt Copy Share Image
“Shhh…” she hushed me, then leaned in, her lips brushing mine. “Be a good boy and fuck me again.” Pause. “Rough.” — Dari A. Malaunt Copy Share Image
