Savagery SeXStoRY

Whimpering, hand between her legs, she imagined his face hovering above her as his hips pried her southern pair open wide. Twisting, turning, as her former lover pulled himself from inside her and bruised her lips with kisses so harsh she feared he'd cause her to bleed. Her former lover... He had been rough, rugged, and uncaring.. Everything a man should be during a good fuck. He hadn't the muscles you see on the movie screen, and there had been more weight to him than any Abercrombie and Fitch model.. but she craved him so. The fragrance of his masculinity, hard hands from a job that never came with a desk, eyes that seared her through and through.. There had never been a replacement for the man that knew how to break her down - inside and out. Her breasts ravaged by his teeth, because he knew that soft suckling was only a tease that she could not stand. Demanding to know who her body belonged to before he'd f***e his pulsating cock deeper within her. "Who does this pussy belong too? And those beautiful tits?", he would roar to know before he'd give into her needs. If he did not hear her response, a harsh slap would find her flesh - wherever it landed, he cared not. Biting her lip against the pain, her eyes cast down as if she knew that glaring at him would only gain her hissing from his hand again.. "You! My pussy, my tits, my ass, my mouth.. All of me.. It belongs to you!".. And, in that moment.. the look in his eyes.. The sadistic pleasure of knowing that it was true in more ways in one... He'd wrap a hand about her throat and everything would go out of focus.. Savagery, that was the name of the game. Bruises that would ache for days to come would remind her that she belonged to someone. And, their placements.. Oh so very public, reminded all else that a fight more ruthless than what she endured would befall on them if they dared try to steal what belong to him. She was not just his possession; he loved more than disgracing her by night.. And she needed both sides of her bestial lover. Over the edge, falling falling.. She felt the orgasm build in within her and found that the old name would escape her lips as she shook in need of anticipated release. He was soft, and had commanded that she make him hard again.. She could feel that smooth skin within her mouth and she moaned.. Her tongue flicking around the head, reassessing the length between suckling.. Loving the way he grew harder inside her mouth.. His hands tucking locks of her hair, gently, behind her ear... caressing her face as his head leaned back, a satisfied moan sneaking past his lips.. That low growl building inside his chest.. His excitement increasing her own.. until she could not take it any longer.. Her spasms signaling the opportune moment - Pulling from between her lips, he'd position himself behind her in a flash, and brutally impale her upon his cock. The orgasm that had already been racking her ripped through her body.. Every muscle seizing, tightening, squeezing.. His hiss barely audible as he refuses to be hindered in the assault on her body.. tearing from the vice hold of her pussy and reclaiming it again.. She could not scream, for breathing was impossible. She could not stop him, for her fingers held to his shoulders so tightly half moons would scar the skin for weeks. She could not pull away from him, his giants hands refusing to let go of the hips he had taken a hold of... His name, something about cumming, and a vain attempt to invoke some other deity's name.. all were f***ed from her lips as the flood gates opened, and she came.. The heavens never knowing the true definition of euphoria until the seraphs gazed upon this intoxication of sin.. Hyperventilating, she tried to open her eyes.. and realized, once again, it had all been a fantasy.. Her once lover had long been gone and she, alone, had made a mess of herself.. Her legs still locked about her hand, which was still buried in her sex, would not relax.. though she attempted to order them too. Instead of moving, she laid as she were.. and tried to conjure up the feeling of a warm chest to lay against, and arms possessing her within their safety... Whether it worked, or not, she wouldn't remember... sl**p calming nerves that would not answer her own commands.