| Subject: Chapter 241 - Part 3 (18 and above) |
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Date Posted: Monday, May 01, 07:00:41am
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KatherineG.
's message, "Dreams in the Dark" on Monday, May 01, 06:55:47am
It was this soft request which brought him back--his control restored in the rising fury of the idea, his fierce look reflecting it, unable to understand. She thought that he would go to someone else--that he would take his desires to some whore? His whole body shook in rage, as he led her back to her feet--ready to show her the truth. "Don't you dare." His gaze burned, all the more enraged by her pleading look; he turned them around, her back now to the bed. "Don't you dare think there's anyone else I want."
He was gazing into her there, his eyes so fierce--but he could only see her mournful belief in his temptation away from her. He turned her around, growling--pushing her softly forward. "Get on the bed," he ordered, shaking. A second later, he had her on her hands and knees--her body trembling from desire below his, as his hips parted her thighs--ready to make her understand the truth. "I'll show you how deep my desire for you goes."
Oh--yes. She was shaking for more, was aching to feel his hard shaft enter her--wanted to be taught this lesson as thoroughly as he might ever desire. A second later, his fingers brushed over the honeyed entrance to her depths, his barely-audible, "Thank God," a breath behind her; she wasn't even certain she understood--hardly cared. His hands grabbed her hips tightly, her ache for him so deep, when his throbbing cockhead pressed just against the part which wept for him most. She let out a gasp. Oh, yes. No matter what he might choose to do, she could absolutely never have enough.
He didn't know her thought, wasn't capable of that much focus, at the moment. All he knew was that he had to make her see--would die, if she questioned him. His cock opened her taut entrance, pressing just inside--the tight, honeyed warmth there so very tempting around his throbbing breadth, as she gasped in wonder. "Don't doubt me again, 'Kita." His hands pulled her hips toward him, his cock stretching her taut walls slowly down along the length of its thick shaft. "It's time you learned your lesson."
He was in her already then, had her gasping for more. "Yes!" she cried, already enraptured with the way he felt. His broad shaft opened her wide, remolding her soft, tight walls around its shape--the echo of him beating off every one. And, just when she would whimper for more, his hands would pull her further back--sinking even more of that enormous length deep within her soft ache. Oh, God. It was so good; her fingers dug into the spread. All she could ever think about was more.
His words had done nothing to dissuade her--his voice so rough with his need; she licked her lips, as she felt his shaft pounding even further within her depths--his every, brief, withdrawal followed by a deeper, more wonderful, invasion. She couldn't help her gasp. She wanted this "lesson," needed the reminder he was giving. If they were going to be separated--for heaven only knew how long--she would have to remember it. Because she would absolutely die if she thought anyone else could satisfy him for a moment.
They couldn't, never had, when compared with her. And he knew how she felt, knew it as he knew the longing and joy her body gave him--the way her soul called to his own. He moaned, pulling back out slightly, only to then slide his wide cock much further inside her tempting, enclosing walls. After her, no one else would do; his moan turned into a growl, as she whimpered for more of him. There was no way in Hell he would ever want anyone else.
This truth was eternal, could never be sanely questioned. Still, they were both doomed to at least several months--if not several years--of loneliness and frustration. And, as he stroked through her more quickly, tempting her toward opening her depths to him completely, they both felt this truth--driving them along the path they so needed. In some ways--although they had a little over two weeks left together--they were already saying a goodbye. But it was destined to be one that neither of them would forget.
It was this need to remember, to brand each other with pleasure, every chance they would get, that drove them now--even if neither of them were thinking clearly enough to fully see this truth. His rhythm pushed his thick cock through her velvety walls more fully every time--Nikita groaning with the joy of his possession, Michael living off of her sounds, growing far more intent. When he sped up further, groaning for more of her, he heard her cries, as he grew so close to taking her over: "Ah! Ah! AHH!" And then he felt her open to him completely at last.
Oh, God, yes. Her entire body was shuddering, everything in her his. She was seated over him now, Michael on his knees beneath her, as her body and depths parted to let his tremendous shaft far inside her walls. She could feel him to her bones already--felt open, yielding, and wanton; her whimpering moan was soft. And she only knew one more thing--her mind clouded by the need for him. She had to have more; her head turned back, her eyes so tender. She would just never be satisfied without every second of his most ferocious love.
Her cries, her pleasure, weren't enough for him, either--his hunger becoming nearly dangerous with her acceptance of his body and soul, with the look of loving pleading in her eyes; he growled slightly, so very ready for more--his hands still on her hips, utterly in control. "You've done well, 'Kita." His lips smoothed softly over her hair--making him realize for the first time that it was still pinned up; he didn't change it, not wanting the long, silken strands in their way tonight. He pulled her up slightly before starting to slide her taut walls slowly back down along his heavy length. "But you haven't taken all of me yet."
Oh, yeah. She was moaning, moving so happily with him--wanting every inch. Her current position allowed her to seat herself on his shaft so deeply, would assure that every part of him was hers; she groaned, as he started to kiss along the side of her neck--shivering for more. But she just couldn't wait for it all.
She started moving with him further, aiding his quest--already enraptured by everything she felt. His lips were kissing, suckling, along all the best spots along the flesh of her neck, making her tremble--while one of his hands traced up and over her breast. He would knead the tender flesh, as she sank her soft walls down over him, stretched even deeper by his tremendous cock. When her acceptance didn't prove enough for him, he gave her even more--teeth nipping at yet another delicate spot, while his fingers enclosed her taut nipple; the sweet sensations made the honey flow from her, her need to feel him pressed deep inside her walls intense. Still, as good as it was, she wasn't certain she could take any more of his immense length--already overwhelmed by pleasure, her moan so soft. "Mi-chael . . ." But he didn't let her get any further than that.
His lips had kissed their way up to her ear, his words so temptingly hoarse there. "Every inch." Then, his hand left her hip, trailing down to spread the tender flesh of her depths wide around his breadth. When he pulled back, pushing her up, this time, before making another journey deep inside her, he landed much further in. She gasped, not certain she could take it. But, when his teeth covered the most delicate spot on her neck, sinking in just right, she realized that she probably wouldn't be able to argue at all.
She was already being overwhelmed, had no way back--and didn't really want one. Still, his rhythm had sped up, stretching her tender walls around his broad, pounding shaft, until she wasn't certain she would survive. "Oh!" she gasped, when he filled her so completely this time that she felt like she would break--but ached for it. "It's . . . too . . . much."
Right. There was only a laugh at her ear, a knowing sort of chuckle. He already had her soft, taut walls stretched unbelievably tightly around his cock, would have gone mad from the pleasure of it, had he not been in such very firm control. "Do you want me to stop?" he growled, as his fingers held her open wide for more--his teeth sinking into a spot on her lovely flesh which always made her quake. His touch caressed and rolled the nipple, until her whole body was arching, the warm honey an ever-slicker temptation around his throbbing, hungry shaft. When he stroked his heavy length in even more completely this time, her whole body shuddered--but he knew to his very soul that she was in anything but pain.
God, he was right; she would have died, if he had stopped--aching for it all, quickly changing her tune. "More," she agreed, giving into the inevitable--needing, for her very survival, the feeling of every inch of his shaft buried, pounding and heavy, into the absolute depths of her core. He growled against her, kissing her cheek. But she also knew without question that this was the last bit of tenderness either of them would remember for awhile.
He proved this to her, hips pressing his cock ever-deeper inside her walls, forcing her to accept the blistering beating of his thick shaft in her, until she was crying in joy. And, as they moved ever closer to this blessed point, his teeth worked her all the more frenziedly, his hand squeezing and kneading her breasts, playing more roughly with her nipples. It was almost too much. When she was shuddering down to the core, could feel him in her like a second, pounding skin within the very heart of her depths, she gave a very loud groan; his hips pulled back once more--fingers finding the tender bud between her thighs. And then, in the madness of this heat they created between the two of them alone, he forced her to accept his cock within her down to the very hilt.
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