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Death’s large hands stroked down
her thighs to pull her knees apart, leaving her soaked pussy open and
vulnerable to anyone who looked in her window. She arched at thought of the
picture she and Death presented. As if he heard her thought, he reached between
her thighs to spread her folds with his fingers.
“Do you know how you look,
darling?” he purred. “So wet and ready for me?”
He slipped one thick finger
inside her and slid it out to hold up the evidence of her arousal. Her
slickness glistened on his skin. Death leaned her back against him fully,
pressing his throbbing cock into the small of her back. She watched with
flaming cheeks, as he slid his wet finger into his mouth and moaned at her
flavor.
“Delicious,” he murmured. “I
could eat you all up.”
Kanza moaned and pressed her lips
to his. Her pussy clenched at the thought, so empty it ached. She shifted
against his cock in a silent demand.
“Do you want that, darling?” he
asked. “Or do you want my cock?”
Kanza shifted again, eyelashes
fluttering at the drag of his teeth against her throat.
“I will give you anything you
desire, darling.” Death’s voice took on a soft, fondness. “You only have to
ask.”
Kanza forced her eyes open to
look at him. The lust she expected stared back at her, but beneath it was a
deep wellspring of emotion. A tangle of tenderness and obsessive devotion that
was as close to love as the being known as Death was capable. Kanza melted
against him.
“You’re mine,” she said softly,
wonderingly.
Death smiled with too many teeth.
“Completely.”
Kanza leaned forward to brace her
hands on his knees. “Give me your cock.”
Death rumbled deep in his chest
and stroked his hands down her sides to her waist. The plump head of his cock
nudged against her slick entrance. With a controlled roll of his hips, he
pulled her onto his thick shaft. Kanza threw her head back at the perfect
stretch of him inside her, moaning as he slid deeper. She could feel her
slickness along her thighs smearing onto his skin.
The groan he let out when he was
fully seated was more animalistic than anything a human throat could produce.
He was hungry for her, but she wanted to devour him too. Kanza dug her nails
into his thighs and pulled herself partially off his cock. When only the tip
was inside, spreading her pussy open, she shoved back against him.
Her moan was mirrored by his
deeper, rougher one. His hands gripped her hips and helped her slide forward
again. She repeated the same gentle rocking motion several times, listening to
Death’s growls nearly drown out the slick, wet sounds of her body taking him.
“Lean back, darling,” he rumbled.
Kanza shifted and dropped down.
The fat head of his cock rubbed up against something that made her toes curl
and she gasped. She did it again and the pleasure made her thighs tremble.
“There, darling?” Death purred in
her ear.
She nodded frantically, hungry
for more. He hooked his arms behind her knees and lifted her like she weighed
nothing, letting her collapse back against his chest. She watched his thighs
clench a brief moment before he thrust up into her. Kanza turned her face into
the side of his neck and moaned for more.
He set a hard pace, rolling his
hips up against her ass and lighting up that sensitive place inside her. Her
pussy clenched over and over, as the pleasure built. It was like nothing she
had ever felt before. The need overwhelmed her, her pussy so wet she knew she
was making a mess of both of them and the sofa.
Death turned his face toward her
and she heard him inhale the scent of her sweaty skin. A guttural moan escaped
him and his thrusts shortened to massage the head of his cock into that place
inside her. Kanza gasped, fisting her hand in his hair, as she came violently.
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