Mabel Shot Part 5
I try to kiss him again, but I’m held back by his hand gripping my neck more tightly. He pulls away from my body only to fuck me hard right after. I moan in agony and desperately clutch his shirt, writhing beneath him, my mouth craving more of his kisses, the taste of vodka mixed with mint. I feel like a drug addict who has only tasted a bit of the toxic effects that the drug causes. I crave more, I want it all, and like a wicked dealer, he denies me what I want, knowing that just a little has been enough to make me beg for more from him.
“Let go of my neck, Mabel,” he orders maliciously, his devilish eyes shining with amusement, knowing he has discovered a weakness in his game opponent.
“Sir...” I murmur, almost in tears, when he stops moving, becoming completely still.
“So hot and stubborn.” He laughs and kisses my shoulder, rubbing his face slowly against my skin, stopping beside my cheek, breathing heavily. “I should deny your body what it wants to teach you not to be stubborn.”
I bite my lip and feel my chest race. My eyes well up with tears; I don’t want to stop, I don’t want him to stop. But I don’t want him to pull away. My body craves him like this, over me, with his eyes and mouth close to mine. I can’t explain this to him; I don’t even understand myself, I just need him to have me like this. I feel like a prisoner who has been locked up for years, not seeing the sunlight, tasting freedom for the first time.
“Please...” I whimper, shaking my head, gripping his shirt tighter so he’ll stay like this.
Demons are dangerous to summon for fun; we never have control over them or the effects they have on our mind and body. And I know I’m facing the worst of all who could cross my path.
“I’m going to think of a way to punish this little act of rebellion, Mabel!” His threat doesn’t make me release him, nor does it frighten me at this moment.
Nothing else matters when his body resumes moving, fucking me slowly, capturing my lips and making me sigh between moans of relief and pleasure, my thighs squeezing tighter around his body. Czar releases my throat and steps back, dragging me even closer to the edge, leaving his hands pinned to my ass, and I go to heaven when his cock fucks me brutally, increasing his thrusts, like a damn jackhammer made of flesh. The bite of his teeth in my mouth is numbed by the pleasure his dominating kiss brings, propelling my body forward with each penetration. He only breaks the kiss when he feels my pussy sucking him harder, my body completely tensed from my toes to my fingertips, overwhelmed by the growing force of the orgasm within me.
His eyes are focused on mine, and like a silent command, they make me obedient, even when all I see in front of me are tiny sparkling dots of light, my brain exploding into a thousand particles on the fifth thrust, coming hard, desperate, feeling my pussy expelling warm fluids gushing from it with each brutal thrust of his cock. Amidst my climax, which clouds my mind, my eyes stay locked on his, and I see them squeeze shut, almost closing, his jaw clenched as he reaches his own climax. Nothing has ever seemed so beautiful and masculine as seeing this big man above me going down for the count. I smile, limp, and slowly close my eyes, tilting my face to the side, my heart pounding in my chest, loosening my legs with jelly-like muscles from his waist.
“You’re going to be punished for this, little bird!” he murmurs, his forehead resting on my neck, slowly trailing his tongue along my throat.
My fingers relax, and I release the fabric I held so tightly, smiling lazily, paying no attention to his words, which are far too distant for me to comprehend.
“Yes, yes...” I sigh softly, feeling one last wicked wave of pleasure wash over me from the warm touch of his tongue, leaving the worry for later.
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