Chapter 130
Chapter 130:
“I can’t get enough,” she moaned, guiding my cock deeper into her. “I don’t want you to ever slip your dick out of me. Ever.”
“Aren’t you sore?” I asked, rubbing her clitoris with my fingers and watching as she writhed in pleasure. “I don’t give a fuck. I want you to fuck my brains out!” she yelled.
The things my dick made women say.
I flipped her over, plunging my full length into her before she could even process what was happening. With her back against my chest, I thrust in and out, holding her waist for support as my body trembled. Waves of pleasure swept through us, drawing loud moans from both of us.
“Fuck, Aurora!” I screamed when my dick hit the deepest part of her pussy. It was like I had fallen into another world of sweetness as the tip of my dick pressed against the mouth of her womb. The warmth and slickness of her pussy drove me mad with pleasure. I loved the way her walls clenched around me, tightening with every thrust, making me want to lose myself completely in her.
But I held back. I didn’t want to hurt her. A groan of frustration escaped her lips as she pushed back against me, urging me to increase our pace. Her voice was soft but insistent as she whispered, “Go harder, please. Don’t hold back. I won’t break.”
Damon
As if under the influence of her voice, my speed tripled. I held her waist firmly before thrusting into her with full force.
It didn’t take long before her screams pulled me out of the world of pleasure.
“Please, go slow,” she cried, pressing her hand against my waist.
I thought she could withstand my movements.
Turns out, only Rosa could.
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My waist moved slowly as I hit the walls of her womb, causing her to twist beneath me, her body reacting in a way I couldn’t ignore.
“Damon, I’m coming,” she cried, grinding against me.
“I’m almost there. Wait for me,” I said breathlessly. It wasn’t long before I collapsed behind her, my release flooding her.
We spent the remaining minutes in each other’s arms, panting heavily.
“You’re so wild,” she said, pouting playfully before hitting my chest.
My body tensed as memories flooded back to me.
It was something Ivy used to do whenever we were intimate.
Why does she always remind me of her? Why do they have so many similarities?
“Turns out coming here wasn’t a bad idea,” she chuckled, burying her head in my chest as her small hands wrapped around my neck.
I swallowed hard as my heart began to pound. Days after Ivy died, she appeared in my dream, assuring me I would find someone like her again.
Was Aurora what she meant?
Or am I just misinterpreting things?
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