Dark Possession - Aja James Page 0,37

never thought she was the sort of female who’d ever feel this way. But watching him undulate his big, beautiful body above her, thrusting his thick cock in and out of her mouth, fucking her hard and deep, choking her throat, suffice it to say—she totally felt it!

Alend Ramses was not her “type.” He was everything opposite. But that’s because he could never be anyone’s type. He made the mold. And then he obliterated it.

He was everything she never knew she wanted.

She brought her hands from his ridiculously sculpted ass, to his rolling hips, to his groin.

When she held the base of his cock with one hand, her fingers nowhere near completely encircling him, and grasped his scrotum with the other, he lowered his head again to lock their eyes.

Eveline had to admit: she loved holding this male by the balls.

She worked his cock harder in her mouth, sucking strongly with her inner cheeks as well as swallowing rhythmically with her throat. At the same time, she squeezed the base of him in as tight a grip as she could manage, while kneading his full, hard sac and pulling it lower, away from his staff, both urging him closer to, and preventing him from, his burgeoning orgasm.

A thunderous rumble shook through his massive body at her boldness, but he didn’t let go of the headboard (which cracked loudly under the pressure of his grip), didn’t use his hands to stop her.

He was letting her have him, just as she requested. He was letting her lead him where she would.

So she began to pump his sex in earnest, with her hand, with her mouth, creating a continuous tunnel for him to plow through.

And plow he did. Relentlessly.

He rocked harder and faster until every vein raised tantalizingly beneath his skin, from his throat to his arms, to his chest and stomach. Branching into tree roots in his lower abdomen, zig zagging to his hard, throbbing sex, pulsing in her palm, hot and heavy in her mouth.

She let go of his scrotum to rub two fingers along his perineum, feeling his seed move through the root of him.

He was close. So close.

Her fingers massaged harder. She reached as far as she could and slid her middle digit along the seam of his ass, flicking her blunt nail across his star.

His dark eyes widened with shock, and a harsh breath pushed out of his chest along with a low, animal groan.

Eveline shuddered from head to toe at the most erotic sound she’d ever heard. Her core flooded with liquid heat, at the same time her mouth flooded with a fresh burst of saliva.

She didn’t know what she was doing, exactly, she just followed her instincts. And her instincts commanded her to own him. She’d ask for forgiveness later.

Right now, she had to possess him.

He was hers.

His whole body tensed into corrugated steel, his cock a satin-encased pipe in her mouth, his balls pulling tight to his base.

She knew exactly when he’d break.

And when he did, when his body finally released all the hot, molten lava he kept trapped within, she broke him even more by pushing her middle finger into him, penetrating him as he unleashed his deluge into her.

He threw his head back and roared as he came.

The headboard was decimated into dust beneath his unforgiving grip. The entire bed shook with the violence of his release. And Eveline’s jaw about broke when he rammed himself deeper into her throat than she ever thought anyone could go.

But she took it all as he broke apart for her. She gulped down his hot, delicious cream like a woman starved, working him through his release, pulling him even closer.

She curled her middle finger as deep as she could, rubbing instinctively against that spongy, swollen, hot tissue inside of him, making his voice shatter into a guttural moan, making him come endlessly.

Goddess above, she’d never forget the sight of him as he came undone!

The sounds, the taste, the blazing inferno inside of him.

Eveline took it all in and memorized every sensation, swallowed every drop.

And when he finally came back down to earth and locked eyes with her once more, his half hard cock cradled gently in her mouth, her hand massaging the root of him, her finger still buried in his scalding heat, Eveline knew one thing with absolute certainty:

She couldn’t wait to do this again.

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A while later, Ramses couldn’t stop his hand from shaking.

So he balled it into a fist in Eveline’s