his perfect slave

you are mine

“ahhh,” a moan slipped down her lips as she slowly opened her eyes, feeling the pleasure slipping into her veins.

“Ahhhh… daksh!” She cried when she felt his tongue go inside her like a madman was craving his last meal.

She grabbed his hair and guided him where she needed him the most. She shivered in his arms as his beard brushed against her inner thighs. He was eating her out, making her so mad about his touch, that she needed him inside the next moment.

“aaaaahhhhh… dakkkssshhhhhh,” She was close, so close to breaking in his arms.

“ Don’t you dare c*m,” he ordered, unlike all other times, he had allowed her to express her desire towards him this time.

“I… Ahhh… can’t,” She was having a hard time already controlling herself and here he had his fingers inside her that worked just perfectly for him, swear the girl could melt at the sight of his fingers.

“Sushhhh….” He kept his hand on her mouth as her eyes met his, his eyes. They were her weaknesses. She could never look into them without shyness.

His gaze…. Ufff…

She lowered her eyes, unable to look into them as his hand reached for her jaw, “who do you belong to?” the question held authority, his eyes dared her to defy him.

“You, ahhh ( he moved his fingers again) Daddy,” the words slipped from her lips as she closed her eyes, her veins all glittery from the pleasure. She badly needed something to hold on to.

The pleasure was too much for her to handle.

“Whose w***e are you?” He dared her to defy him.

“Yoooouuurrssssss,” a scream left her lips as she closed her eyes.

“Right, mine,” he said before throwing the covers off her body. He spread her legs wide. He entered her raw.

He never used protection for her. Mainly because he never wanted anything to separate the two. Not even a piece of plastic.

“f**k,” both of them hissed the moment he started to move, Amayra’s walls clenched around him as he groaned and moved faster.

“Aaaahhhhhh,” She cried as he hit that spot, it was intense so intense that her nails had reached his back without him knowing that.

Daksh hated marks but Amayra loved giving them to him, mostly because he refused them.

You want what you can’t have, right?

“f*****g hell,” he had her spread out as he held her hands above her head, her lips greedily moved to his as he kissed her without stopping his thrusts.

“You *thrust* are * thrust* mine *thrust*” he whispered before she broke into his arms and, with a few more thrusts, he released his seeds inside her before putting his entire weight on her.

He kissed her forehead, before pushing her hair away from her face ever so softly, before his lips touched her eyes.

Amayra’s eyes teared up before she hugged him. A sob escaped her lips as she remembered what she had done a few hours ago.

“Sushhhh! We’ll talk about it,” he said in a serious tone before wiping her tears, making her nod. She needed to talk to him at least about all of this.

She could not handle any of this alone anymore.

“Let me make the bath ready for you,” he whispered as she nodded, covering her with the blanket as he left naked for the bathroom.