Serious Moonlight - Sex Stories

Serious Moonlight

... there always, and only now was he giving shape to it), choking her as he fucked her, the other clawing at the flimsy fabric of her tee shirt, not wanting to tear it off her so much as wanting to see it in shredded tatters, hanging off her in threads, ripping at it as he ripped into her.

“Fuck me harder,” she implored, with some new note in her voice he had never heard before. “Take me. Ruin me.”

He fucked her violently in response. He found himself growling, a snarl on his lips. As he looked down at her reddening face, he found a mirror of his own snarling need.

She let herself grow limp, surrendering herself to his savagery, her body rocked with every angry stab, every pull of torn fabric, her head lolling on her captured neck, twisting left to right, crying loudly with each pounding thrust.

He felt his cum building, a spark deep within him beginning to glow. He slowed his thrusting, in compensation, thrusting deeper, grinding against her now at the apex of each thrust. He gripped her throat tighter, and she gasped for breath, drowning in a sea of vicious desire.

He let go of her neck, and she gulped air. He grabbed her hair in his fist, and brought her face close to his own. Still fucking her, hard and deeply, he said, “I own your pussy, bitch.”

She met his eyes, looking dizzy, dazed, drunk.

“Say it,” he demanded.

In a whisper: “You own my pussy.”

Still clutching her hair, he said, “I own your mouth, slut.”

She did not respond. She seemed ...

... barely conscious, in another world.

“Say it!”

She mumbled, “You own my mouth.”

He kissed her hard, bruising her lips. “I own your ass, whore.”

Her head fell back, she closed her eyes, and in an affect so disoriented she sounded drugged, she said, “You own me, you own me, you own me….”

He had never bitten a woman so hard before. He had never choked a woman before, never collared one. He had never grabbed a woman by the hair before as he called her a bitch, a slut, a whore.

God, but he loved her. Body and mind and soul.

He had marked her neck, her tits, her pussy, her mouth. And she had, in turn, marked him. Marked his heart. Marked his memories. Marked the hot pulse of his blood. Marked his life.

He barely recognized these thoughts flowing through his head, hidden behind a bright red scrim of desire. He tightened his hold on her neck.

He said, “I’m gonna take you and rip open your pussy and fucking own you.”

Her hips thrusted up to meet his as she said, “Cum, baby, cum in me, baby, mark me.”

His hand returned to the already bruising skin of her throat as he pulled her face to his, and he said, “You want me to mark you with my cum, don’t you?”

And she said, “Yes,” and then “Yes” again, she said, ”Mark me,” she said, “Fuck me,” she said “I need you to take me, rip me apart, make me yours, give me your cum,” as his chest heaved and his legs shuddered and he came in great spurts deep inside her, pumping into her, filling her, marking her pussy with ...