faitau paradis
Made in Heaven.
My cock twitched violently and I choked on a breath. I traced it slowly with one finger, my voice rough with reverence and heat as I whispered, “AndI’mthe slut?”
She stilled. “Wait—what?”
“You branded yourself, baby,” I purred, eyeing the tattoo, then down to her pink puckered asshole and her dripping cunt. She probably had no idea I could read it.
“Oh my—Callum?—”
“Don’t worry, love,” I murmured. I lined up behind her and shoved in deep. Her cry echoed in the room, half-moan, half-curse. I paused, grinding against her, letting herfeelhow turned on I was. Leaning over her back, licking the sweat beading on her neck as I pulled my hips back and slammed inside her again with a brutal thrust,“I’ll make sure you live up to the title. My little slut.”
She screamed, loud and guttural. It was the kind of sound that made my control dissolve. I grabbed the ends of her hair and wrappedthe long strands around my wrist, then I fucked her like she was made in heaven just for me. Hard, brutal thrusts that buried me so deep in her that my balls hit her clit.
“F-fuck!” she gasped, voice muffled by the pillow.
Her body jerked with every thrust, hands fisting the sheets, back arching to take more. I bent over her, mouth to her ear, yanking her head back just enough to hold her still.
“You wanted me to lose control?” I growled. “Thentake it.”
I drove into her again and again, harder andharder.Her screams were loud enough that the whole floor could probably hear her. Every wet slap of our skin echoed like thunder in the room. She was trembling, shaking, fucking soaking my cock, our thighs, the sheets. My eyes rolled back and I realized that she must've been made in heaven if this was what sex was supposed to feel like.
“You feel that?” I rasped, voice low and lethal against her neck as I dragged her upright, back pressed to my chest. One arm locked across her stomach, the other sliding up, cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples between my fingers. Then I wrapped my hand around her throat in a firm, possessive hold that made her whole body shudder. I loved every reaction her body gave me. This was us at our core, completely unhinged and unholy.
Aurélie moaned, and I felt the vibrations against my palm. I squeezed a little harder and her head dropped back onto my shoulder, her thighs trembling, her pussy clenching tight around me as if she was already on the edge again. She sat completely back in my lap, her thighs on mine, her knees bracketing me. Every inch of our bodies touched, and I was buried so deep it stole my breath.
“F-fuck…” she gasped, barely able to breathe. “Do that again.”
Jesus Christ.She was a dream come true. She wanted it as filthy as I did.
I tightened my grip and her next breath stuttered. “Please—Callum—I want to come like this,” she gasped, sounding so goddamn desperate. “Want to feel you own me.”
"Say it in French. Let me hear how pretty you sound when you beg."
She turned her face so her lips brushed my neck, and I shivered. "Je veux que to me prennes… que tu me possèdes."
I want you to take me… to own me.
Oh my fuck. I could listen to her talk to me like this for eternity.
Then, breathless and broken, she whimpered something else in French that hit me like a goddamn freight train on fire, so quietly I almost didn’t hear her.
"Dis-le… que je suis à toi.”
Say it… that I’m yours.
I nearly lost it right there, but I wasn’t certain she meant for me to know what she meant. I thrust into her roughly, making both of us moan. I growled against her neck, right on that spot that made her legs quake, “You’re mine, and you’re taking me so well. My perfect fucking slut.”
Her body convulsed at the words, her pussy fluttering so tight I had to grit my teeth and fight the urge to come, even though I was on the precipice.
“You like that?” I hissed, hips grinding deep, my hold on her throat loosening just enough to let her gasp in a shaky breath. “Like being choked while I fuck you? You’re so responsive, Auri. So fucking perfect for me.”
She whined, barely coherent, her nails clawing at my forearm where I held her still.
“Such a good girl,” I praised, smooth and sinful. “Taking every inch like you were made for it.”
I rolled my hips just right, hand slipping between her thighs to find her clit, and she jerked, full-body spasms rocking through her. She dripped and melted all over my lap, drenching our skin and making the sound of our skin slapping even filthier.
