This little creature truly is incredibly sensitive. With just this, she’s already contracting intensely, a tightness that feels heavenly to him. He breathes heavily, suppressing his own urges, waiting for her to ride the waves of pleasure before plunging in again fiercely.
He intends for her to never forget this night, this night that belongs to him and her.
Joshua Hughes begins shifting into various positions and actions, Avery Jane’s supple body allowing him to manipulate as he pleases.
Her long legs dangle over the edge of the bed, unable to bear the passion, her throat rough and sore, almost rendering her voice hoarse.
In the end, Joshua Hughes holds her trembling legs, furiously slamming into her body, letting out a beast-like growl; is it finally, finally over?
Even opening her eyes feels like an ordeal. She has just gone through what was virtually a cataclysmic sexual encounter, laying weak and exhausted on the bed.
Marks from where he rampaged over her body are everywhere. Joshua Hughes encircles her, their sweat mingling together, the scent of passion covering their perfect bodies. Seeing her legs still lightly trembling, Joshua chuckles softly, "Is this too much for you, huh?"
Avery Jane, in a dazed haze, allows herself to be held tightly again, only then realizing his terrifyingly awakened beast.
"Please, don’t... I really can’t take anymore..." she pleads, sounding as if she has just survived a calamity.
Begging with eyes swirled with mist, Avery Jane unknowingly makes herself even more irresistible to a man eager to possess her completely.
He seems to have no intention of stopping, yet she’s simply too tired, too uncomfortable, one more encounter like this, and she might be driven to death by this man.
Joshua Hughes, pinching her delicate chin, eyes her with playful intent, "How can my woman say she can’t go on? You need more training."
With that, he sits her onto his lap, positioning her moist and tight core against his towering enormity, guiding her to slowly descend.
"So uncomfortable... "
This angle penetrates deeper, more fully. Avery Jane weakly leans on his broad shoulders, crying for rcy, but there is no trace of gentleness from this man.
The destruction-like sensations from her recent experiences are driving him nearly mad, pinning her down until she’s fully seated.
"Ah, it’s too full, too deep..." Avery’s whole form arches backward, like a drawn bow, her beautiful fullness delivered right to his mouth, which he eagerly captures, sucking hard, while pressing her waist to force movent.
How could her tender form, freshly tornted, endure his terrifying invasion again?
Avery Jane clenches, trying to drive away this monster invading her, but unwittingly grips even tighter. This tightness makes Joshua Hughes’ body tremble, nearly unraveling just upon entry.
He suddenly lifts her, causing Avery Jane to hold tightly around his neck, frightened. Pressing her against the wall, he smiles wickedly, supporting her light body with his strong hands, wrapping her long legs around his waist, thrusting forward forcefully.
Avery Jane screams, unable to help biting down on his shoulder.
The sensation makes her wild, the intense stimulation causing her body to convulse uncontrollably.
She whimpers softly, breath fragrant as orchids, pleading in his ear, but unable to stop the man’s powerful hands firmly grasping her hips, lifting and lowering her.
Unable to resist, she leans against his broad shoulders, panting softly, moaning, her body’s friction becoming faster, hotter, this man completely dominating her, making her no longer recognize herself.
"Enough... I can’t take it anymore, please..."
Helplessly, she pleads in his ear, but her pleas only spur him to even more frenzied, fierce thrusts.
"Say it, you’re mine." He demands, breathing like a beast, continuing his relentless motions, causing her to nearly faint.
"No, I am not..." Avery Jane bites her lip hard, enduring the intense, uncontrollable sensations within her, pain mingling with terrifying pleasure.
Her debauchnt beneath him drives him mad, yet despite clearly losing herself, she still refuses to admit it, damn stubborn.
She’s had enough, her internal delight compounding, yet this man continues tornting her; she contracts tightly, but he only moves faster, harder.
"No, no..."
Avery Jane starts screaming uncontrollably, for a mont thinking she’s dead or perhaps reached heaven. A dazzling white light flashes across her vision like countless magnificent fireworks blooming simultaneously; after the extre tension, her body collapses, fainting.
When Avery Jane wakes again, the sunlight nearly stings her eyes; beside her is the man, his body heating her like a great furnace.
A possessive hand grips her waist tightly; under this light, his features are even more sharply handso, almost captivating.
Beneath the thin covers, his tall, muscular form is visible. Avery Jane attempts to get out of bed, but even a slight movent sends a pain through her body like her bones are broken.
He said he’d make sure she’d never forget this night, and clearly, he’s succeeded, delivering not only annihilating pleasure but also unforgettable pain.
Having maintained vigilance, he wakes just as she lightly stirs.
Seeing her struggle to sit up, even reach for the underwear and robe scattered on the floor, brings a smile to his lips. So untrained, fainting just after starting play.
But he certainly hasn’t shortchanged himself, as even in her unconsciousness, her body instinctively responded, allowing him to indulge until dawn before feeling sated and deeply asleep.
This is the first ti he’s slept so soundly, so peacefully.
The different breathing rhythm behind her alerts Avery Jane, turning her head just to et his eyes.
Dark as midnight, he rises, standing naked before her. His sculpted muscles and perfect lines need no cover, while the exuberant beast between his legs stands tall, intimidating Avery Jane into retreating fearfully.
"Avery Jane, na your terms. I was very satisfied yesterday; your body was incredible."
His gaze on her inspires pride in him, seeing her fear and surprise.
He’s confident he conquered this woman on the bed yesterday.
"Don’t make things difficult for Wenyard Cooper’s mother, don’t trouble his experint. Promise to sponsor him until the experint is completed."
Avery Jane speaks with difficulty, lowering her head in sha, as if begging for money like a prostitute, her dry, sore throat making even her voice hoarse.
ntioning Lucas Yates again so early almost wipes away his earlier good mood.
"Why didn’t you tell it was your first ti?" Joshua Hughes towers over her, grasping her chin, forcing her to et his gaze.
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