Maggie whimpered as he descended roughly, crushing her into the mattress as he kissed her. Her nipples brushed his chest, growing engorged and sensitive. If she didn't feel his mouth there she would die. If he stopped kissing her, she would die.
Maggie kissed him desperately, sucking his tongue with her own ravenous appetite. He shifted onto one elbow, fingers stroking over her skin, down the side of one breast, making her want to scream at the achy need he invoked there.
She groaned into his mouth, capturing his hand and placing it on her breast.
He grinned against her lips, nibbling her teasingly as he plucked her nipple.
She jerked in his arms, thrusting her breasts against him. His lips moved from her mouth down her chin.
“Danior, you're killing me,” she breathed.
"Fair treatment for your torments on me,” he whispered before laving a path down the center of her chest.
"Oh god,” she said, almost screaming as his lips closed over one nipple and it disappeared into the hot depths of his mouth. He sucked it deeply, his tongue flaying it, flicking it into agonizing awareness.
She almost came right then, her pussy spasming in near ecstasy, making her so wet her thighs felt slick from her desire. She rubbed her legs together, as if that would ease her somehow. She clutched the back of his head, trapping his mouth to her breast, gasping breathlessly as pleasure swirled from the tip through her nerves.
He pushed her panties off with one hand, shifting over her as he freed her from that last constraint. And then his hand was down there, whispering over the hair covering her mound even as he toyed with her nipples, teasing the buds with his tongue and the dangerous scrape of his teeth.
Her heart leapt in her throat. Fear and desire mixed potently, making her drunk with arousal. He cupped her, dipping his fingers into her cleft to graze her begging clit. Maggie moaned, jerking against him, spreading her legs without conscious volition.
"You are so slick,” he said roughly, breathing hotly against her chest as his fingers parted her folds.
The juices of her cunt seemed to gather at his words. Her clit throbbed with need. He circled it, spreading her cream, edging that spot she so desperately needed him to touch. She would scream if he did not. Scream now. Scream as his circle tightened, coming so close. She didn't, couldn't get the breath to expel from her lungs. She jerked her hips, trying to drive herself against his hand, but he moved, spreading his palm over her mound to keep her still.
"Your body hungers for me, Maggie,” he growled against her ribs, nuzzling the under curve of one breast as he toyed with her folds.
"Yes,” she said, choking back a whimper, digging her hands in the covers to keep from shredding him with her nails.
He rose on his knees, lifting above her. Her thighs rubbed against his, the crisp hair there sensuously abrasive.
Something pushed through her cream-laden folds, probing deep, until it grazed her clit. Maggie's belly spasmed, her cunt jerking, tightening as his cock rubbed against her clit.
"I'm desperate for you,” she gasped, writhing beneath him.
"Yes,” he murmured huskily, moving, stroking that hot hardness down, smearing her thick cream down her slit and up again. The blunt tip made her womb tighten, gasp with need. Pleasure flared along her nerves.
Her entire body felt like one huge, impending orgasm. Her nipples throbbed, her stomach jerked, her thighs burned. Each brush carried her higher.
He stopped the rough caress, lodging himself at her vaginal opening. He nudged her with his cockhead, probing the edges until they began to stretch.
Maggie froze, inhaling a sharp breath. Her body locked up, kegels tightening to refuse him.
He groaned, pushing, but her body refused him. Her blood pounded, rushing to her head until she was dizzy with it.
"Look at me,” he demanded hoarsely. “I want you to see the man who takes you."
She opened her eyes, meeting his half-lidded gaze, so intense, it made her breath catch.
"I am not him, Maggie.” He bent until he could brush his lips over hers. “Let me in, ma Coeur . Do not shield your heart from me,” he said softly.
He kissed her tenderly, rubbing himself against her moist center in a coaxing caress. Maggie kissed him back, arching, spreading her bent knees out and opening herself to him. She wanted this—him—inside, to take the pain away.
His tongue rubbed along hers as the stroke stopped, pressing into her opening. Her muscles tightened unconsciously. She willed them to relax, accept him. A streak of pleasure and pain flared along her nerves, making her pussy cream with a forceful gush. He groaned into her mouth, probing her, pushing that thickness past her screaming muscles.
She was whimpering into his mouth, clutching his biceps, struggling not to pass out. He stretched her so far that her tight channel burned in protest, spasming in agony and repulsion.
He tore his mouth from hers, growling in fury and pain. “I cannot do this,” he said raggedly, withdrawing.
Maggie stiffened, cried out. “Please,” she said desperately, locking her legs around his hips.
His arms shook, muscles bulging. Sweat dotted his brow, his arms and chest. “It hurts you too much. I should never have pressed you."
She pulled him further, forcing him deeper inside, gasping, crying at the hurt. “I want you to. Don't stop, I beg you, don't stop."
"I must,” he rasped.
Danior groaned in agony, fighting her lure, the siren call of her womb and the sweetness of her body. He held perfectly still, shaking with the effort. Every muscle was taut, stretched to the limits of his endurance.
She arched upward, rubbing her nipples against his chest, her cunt clenching and unclenching on his cock.
With a broken cry, his will shattered. He drove into her fully, until his thick erection jutted against her womb.
Maggie screamed, pain overriding her pleasure, but mingling, until her nerves prickled with heated need.
He dropped his forehead against hers, panting, his warm breath fanning across her lips. She tilted her head, kissing him lightly, bringing her hands up to cup his cheeks.
He opened his eyes, looking at her as her sheath groaned with the weight of his cock.
"Make love to me,” she whispered, kissing him.
A shudder wracked him, traveling down his spine through his hips. With tender care, he pulled out, inch by inch.
The bulb of his cock rippled through her channel, making her quiver.
"You are so tight,” he croaked huskily. “You burn me alive. I feel as though you clutch my heart with your sheath."
He neared the edge of her opening, gritted his teeth, and drove inside again. A strangled cry ripped from her throat as he burrowed so deeply, so possessively inside.
Sweat dampened her skin, making her cling to him, making her feel like she would melt. Her pussy was feverish, burning her up. The pressure there nearly unbearable.
He thrust shallowly, quickly, working her juices up and down his thick shaft until her tightness eased and he set a pistoning stroke that had her raising up to meet him.
Maggie braced her feet on the bed, raising her knees, jerking her hips up with every stroke. He ground down, against her clit, roughing that sensitive spot until shots of pleasure streaked through her veins. She bucked against him, dying with pleasure, nerves going taut with each bumping grind.
She sizzled with need everywhere, gripping his shoulders, tossing her head side to side as he drove into her like a man possessed.
Moans echoed in the room, her own, frantic, desperately reaching for the climax she felt hovered just out of her reach.