There were no words said as she backed away toward the couch, her pursed lips the only invitation I needed. I shook my head as she crawled onto the couch on all fours. When I wasn’t right behind her, she tossed her head over her shoulder, beckoning me with her eyes.

Did she not understand that if she wasn’t careful, I’d devour every inch?

By the time I crawled behind her, my balls were swinging low, already filled with seed. I wasn’t certain I could remain tender. That wasn’t my nature and my desire was off the charts.

The little vixen seemed to understand, pushing her butt toward me. Another blatant invitation there was no way I could avoid.

Even before I slipped my cock into her pussy, I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her breasts. They were truly perfect in my hands, touching them creating a wave of electricity.

Her moan was all I needed, an invitation all men would be jealous of. As soon as I slipped my cock inside, her entire body shuddered. Not from force. Not from my roughness.

From her own desire.

I thrust all the way inside, feeling the extreme rush of adrenaline that was almost suffocating. Her sweet sweat filtered into my nostrils, leaving me almost completely intoxicated. After pinching her nipples, I rubbed both hands down her spine, daring to crack my hand against her backside.

Her yelp was sweet music, so much so I repeated the action just once. Any more and I would lose my mind. When I pulled out so just the tip was inside, she jutted her hips backward. As if I was going to stop.

I plunged into her again, my entire body shaking from the way her pussy muscles clamped tightly around my dick. Her pussy was throbbing, so much so I was forced to take a few deep breaths. The sensations were incredible, my mind spinning with all the dirty thoughts about what I would like and would do to her.

As I developed a rhythm, she met every brutal thrust, clawing the cushions while she tossed her hair from side to side. Now my fingers were digging into her hips, my actions rougher.

The sound of her moans mixing with my savage fucking of her was succeeding in driving the demons away. If only for a little while. They’d be back in full force. The story and the anger weren’t finished. I’d carry the weight for the rest of my life.

Some of which I didn’t mind.

She continued wiggling and finally, I gripped a handful of her hair, yanking her head back. There was a huge, sultry smile on her face, her skin shimmering. She was even more beautiful, allowing me to taste the same freedom she’d offered. I was in heaven, fucking her more incredible than I’d ever imagined being possible.

But I wanted more. She was so wet, so damn hot and I couldn’t resist taking every inch. I rolled my fingers down her spine, twisting my hand and teasing her asshole with my thumb. She stiffened but continued riding my cock.

With her eyes closed and her lips pursed, I could tell she was enjoying every moment. But I wasn’t finished yet. I drove my thumb into her dark hole and the moment I did, I was shaking.

Her soft moans continued, not loud enough to wake sleeping dogs yet perfect to keep the beast inside me well fed. With a smile on my face, I slipped two fingers in beside my cock, getting them nice and moist before sliding the tips just inside her asshole.