Suppressing the climax, Daymond wondered if Anne was intentionally teasing him. He briefly considered whether she sought revenge to arouse him, but the ecstasy of having her below him quickly dispersed such thoughts.
Holding Anne’s lifted hips up, Daymond gently shook his waist. His fully-engorged member, submerged, felt scalding hot like it was boiling. As he thrust into the clamped, tight inner flesh, the bursting, soggy sound of pleasure was sensuous.
“Ha…. No matter how I think about it, every time I thrust inside, it feels like I’m being devoured.”
Anne blushed. Daymond’s dominating sex had softened, but his explicit language remained.
He was a beast that had been tamed, but on the bed, Daymond transformed into a wild creature, roaring with simmering eyes. Anne, too, responded eagerly, arching her back.
People say couples grow alike, something that was amusing. However, the previous dry relationship, filled with succession goals and resentment, now felt like a lie. Anne enjoyed being held by Daymond. The rhythmic sounds of their heartbeat confirmed Daymond’s love for her and warmed her heart.
Suddenly, she wondered how Daymond had endured such overflowing vigor for 400 years. Back then and now, Anne remained Daymond’s first and last man. Perhaps he encountered other women during the time after her death. Nights would have been lonely for him.
The thoughts of whether to ask or not vanished as Daymond’s large hand cupped her chest, and the sensation of his thumb and forefinger gently rolling her nipple erased all lingering thoughts.
“No way you’re still thinking about work, right? That would be quite disappointing.”
As if scolding her for briefly having another thought, Daymond shook his hips forcefully. Gently caressing the tightly held breasts, he slid it between his index and middle fingers, and swallowed the swollen nipple whole. After sucking delicately, he started to nibble, causing Anne’s crushed body to quiver.
“Ah-huht…. Not like that… Aht!”
Daymond firmly grabbed Anne’s smooth waist as she twisted her hips. He used his big tip to exert pressure all over. The deer-like neck tilted backward.
The more moans were mixed with Anne’s call, the faster his movements became, and her body trembled. Pleasure tickled her spine, and her lips, parted in excitement, released a faint breath.
“Hu-uht… Ah! Am I not going to sleep again tonight? Haaahng…. If you keep doing this, I’ll see the sunrise again.”
“What can I do? You’re the one not letting me go.”
He shifted his lips to cover Anne’s. He drank all the sticky breath that came out of Anne’s half-opened lips due to the thick stimulus applied to every corner.
Sweat coated their hands, tightly gripping each other, resembling the slickened lower body. Anne moaned and clung to Daymond, and he, in turn, held her more tightly, forcefully thrusting his hips against hers.
The wet sounds accompanying the rough acts resonated obscenely. Anne’s once pure white body was now drenched in red warmth that seemed about to boil over. Moreover, beneath the soaked bush, ceaselessly teased has bloomed beautifully in a color reminiscent of his eyes.
“I’m going crazy.”
Uttering a low growl, Daymond massaged Anne’s trembling thighs, then lifted each one over his shoulders. The thick, veiny shaft looking on the verge of bursting, plunged deeply into the widened opening.
With each movement of the swollen member, a squelching, lewd sound erupted. Anne’s neckline tilted back each time the moist folds clinging to the sticky flesh surged like tidal waves. Her entire body tingled.
The slender legs shook helplessly against the sturdy thighs of the approaching man, Anne gasped for breath while clinging to his broad back with hands that kept slipping due to sweat.
With every movement, her body twitched, and the view before her eyes changed. The heat, accumulating heavily in her lower abdomen due to the overwhelming pleasure, seemed about to ignite, and the pulsations resonated in her lower belly.
“Huht, Damon. Wait.. a moment.”
Anne’s voice rose pitifully. Understanding the urgency in her voice, Daymond lowered her legs and bent his upper body. His sweaty, firm chest pressed against Anne’s, and he buried his sharp bridge while her breasts trembled alluringly.
The feverish pupils filled Daymond’s face. As if he was a child searching for milk, he suckled on Anne’s nipples, wetting them with his saliva.
The movements reaching their climax intensified. Clear fluids overflowed between the perfectly joined bodies.
With each collision of their wet flesh, lewd sounds penetrated the ears. When he entered so hard, Daymond’s testicles pounded against Anne’s soft flesh, creating a tantalizing sensation. The rhythmic, slapping sounds echoed like distant waves in the ears.
“Anne, I love you.”
Daymond, thoroughly exploring every nook and cranny of Anne’s innermost regions as if he was about to coat it all with his semen, withdrew while confessing his love in her ear. The fluid dripping from the tip of his glans was erotic.
It was a night when the heart became hotter than ever.
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