dominant edge in my tone, she finally obeys. Ever so slowly, she pulls her fingers out of me, rubbing circles lingeringly around the tender hole on her way out.
The moment she does, I pull out, flip her around to face the wall of glass so fast and hard she has to brace her hands on the window to keep from falling. In the same breath, I thrust back inside of her from behind, plowing through her tight, wet tunnel like a “bulldozer.”
Merciful gods! She shouts in our minds.
But the gods won’t show her mercy. If she wants any relief, she will be praying to me.
I grasp both of her wrists in one hand and keep them pinned over her head against the glass. With my other hand, I start at her throat and work my way down, while my cock pistons long and slow up inside of her, making her feel every inch of me, branding her with my scorching heat.
Down over her breasts, my hand travels, palming one roughly, making her whimper, then soothing the other one with teasing gentleness, making her moan. I twist her nipple just as I slam deep, jolting her on both ends, making her come apart on a hoarse scream.
Her unbelievably strong core muscles clench around my sex, milking, squeezing, clamping down hard. I don’t give in, gnashing my teeth from the effort of holding back.
I want her to beg for it. I want her to sob for it. Only then, when she’s a mindless slave to my passion will I let her have it.
My hand keeps traveling, smoothing down her belly, over her mons, to cup her pussy from the front while I work her relentlessly from behind.
She shudders and shakes, helplessly convulsing all around me, orgasming so hard I can hear her teeth rattle.
But I’m merciless. Just as merciless as she was with me.
I cup her sex in my palm and press my thumb against her hardened bud, flicking restlessly over it, fluttering like wings. Her body locks tight with the onslaught of another high, and when she crests over its peak, I insert two fingers inside her, curling them high up against her frontal wall, stretching her even further while feeling my cock plow ceaselessly into her at the same time.
“Tal… please… baby… please…”
Yes, she’s begging me. Music to my ears.
But that’s not enough to satisfy my beast. I want her writhing, thrashing, exploding in my arms. I want to hear her scream and cry and shout with ecstasy that only I can give her.
When she’s at the edge of yet another monsoon of a release, I suddenly pull out of her, rendering her pussy bereft, pulsing achingly around emptiness.
“No…nononono… come back! Love…inside!”
She shakes her head from side to side, but I keep the rest of her immobile, my hand still owning her crotch, my fingers thrusting deep.
She pushes her firm, muscled ass against my groin, seeking the fullness of my stalk, her back arching to open her pussy lips around my cockhead, trying to take me back inside.
I keep myself just out of reach, thwarting her, but maintain the maddening friction and thrusting of my fingers and thumb.
My seed leaks out of her and into my hand, slowly running down her thighs, making her sticky yet slick. I slow the penetration of my fingers inside her to collect the cream in my palm, and then I rub it into her sex, over her bud, over her belly, breasts and throat, to drip it from my fingertips onto her lips.
She responds immediately, licking my palm and sucking each and every one of my fingers deep, hungrily consuming my seed until the last drop is gone.
My hand travels back down her torso, and I start the process all over again. Playing with her pussy, toying with her sensitive lower lips, pushing the cream that leaks out of her back inside, rubbing it into her hot, sweaty skin.
Branding her as mine.
“Please, Tal. Please,” she sobs. “Inside…I need you so bad…”
A shudder rips through her, and the edges of her form shimmer with aggression.
She’s summoning the strength of her Great White Beast. She’s going to force my hand if I don’t give her what she wants.
I pinch her clit in rebuke and make her gasp, just as I thrust deeply home once more.
It’s a pounding, merciless ride after that. She’s going to be sore for days, and so will I.
But gods!
The pain will be glorious. The best kind of torment.
I bite down on her