HIS DESIRE

He claimed Sumire's lips again, taking possession of her; he drank her in. His hand crawled down on her chest and before she realized it the blanket that cover her nakedness was gone. His fingers toyed with her nipples and they grew harder, tauter under his touch.

Sumire's breathing sped up, excited. Her body reacted to his touch, yet she was also frightened. They continued to kiss with passion, with urgency and desire. She found herself caught up, lost in his overwhelming need and fervor.

Mort kissed her deeply, kissed her cheeks, her jaw down, and planted hickeys on her neck. She squirmed and felt his sexy chuckle against her skin. He continued to bestow attention to that spot on her throat and Sumire thought she explodes from that alone.

With Mort's strong hands touch her, skimmed all over her skin, replacing the horrible memories of men who molested her with his unforgettable touch and kisses. She closed her eyes allowing his hands to mix into an almost surreal and magical sensation.

When his teeth scraped her neck, her orgasm crashed through her. It was hard and fast. Dipping his head to suckle her breast; so hot, dark, and sinful. He artistically put marks and hickeys all over her body marking his territory on every inch of her skin, completely leaving his scent in her.

Mort put her legs wrapped around his waist. Through his clothing, she could feel his huge erection touching her wet entrance, slowly rubbing her. She gulped hard, her eyes half-closed in passion. Her gaze wandered up his body, and she felt herself growing wetter.

With his six-foot-four-inch muscled frame, he was sexy on her legs. He had a bewitching beautiful face, chiseled features and his mysterious pair of green pools dawned on her.

"I want you," he whispered and kissed her ears, sending prickling sensations throughout her body. Mort stripped his boxers, freeing his enormous, engorged shaft.

He touched the top of her mound with his index finger, then draw a line down and over her clit and slipped his thick fingers into the depth of her core. He jammed his fingers deeper and massaged and work her like he knew her body well. She moaned as a red-hot charge fired in all directions from that erect pink bud. "I want you badly." He whispered huskily.

"Mort..." she ran her fingers along the muscled ridges of his arms, the ripples of his well-defined eight-pack abs, then down to his waist and his throbbing huge rod. From the moment she saw it, she felt it had been screaming out to be inside her. "...take me..."

Mort moved between her thighs, allowing his muscular chest to graze her face. He had an intoxicating scent matching the smell of fine wine made her feel drunk all over but with passion. 'krasivaya....'

Her clit was like a pearl, glistening and pulsing. With a growl, Mort pressed his body against her and she felt his rock-hard arousal at her entrance, teasing her.

"You're so wet for me...are you?" He sexily chuckled and cupped her head in his large hand and kissed her wildly. His hard pulsating arousal slid up and down the valley between her soft nether lips, and her skin tingled with titillation.

"I've been patient for you but now I will claim what has always been mine," He teased and gently bit her lower lip. "You'll be soaked by the time I get inside..." he sexily groaned making her toes curl.

Sumire arched backward as Mort entered her. His huge ten-inch thick manhood buried inside, bulging her tummy. She felt full and came instantly. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and she felt herself near fainting. An orb of tears escaped from her eyes. Her breathing was ragged but slow. The blood of her innocence is evident on his massive shaft planted firmly inside her, sunken to the base but she was overwhelmed by the orgasm enveloped her at the same time. He was so hard, so huge, stretching her tight wall that he barely fit inside of her.

"Aahh..it hurts, Mort!" She whined, hands grasping his massive triceps.

"Shh...I'll be gentle." A feral moan echoed in the room. His short dark messy hair falling over equally dark eyes.

Limp, sated, she felt more than heard him growl. He pump her gently, moving forward and backward with each movement of his hips was well controlled, slow and deep, making a wet popping sound each time it came out before he plunged forward to take it again.

With certain strokes, he knew exactly where to touch her. He massaged her inner walls with each thrust. Up, down, up down, she was bouncing on the bed as she gave a deep, erotic moan. His obsession with her, and his consuming desire for her are now taking control of him.

His sex was the perfect combination of pain and sheer bliss. Even as he moved within her, Sumire was hungry for more. When she finally adjusted her wall from his size and taking care of him inside, she spread her legs wider; her muscled tightened and gripped him, pulling him in deeper.

"Oh! Yes! Right there!"

"You like that?"

"Yesss, oooooh, God, Mort! yesss!"

Her nails dug into his muscular back, then she felt it. She felt him jerk, and she tightened her walls.

"Sumire....hmmm!" He groaned huskily.

"Mort, aahh!" She held him tighter. When he exploded she felt the intense sensation, such power. With his powerful thrust, his essence flooding inside her. It had her teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain.

After several loads inside her, Sumire felt she was about to collapse in pure bliss when she felt him grow inside again and move harder and faster this time.

"Damn it! I can't get enough of you, ugh! you're so tight!" he groaned and thrust deep and hard into her.

"Mine! mine!" He growled. They are rocking the bed in astounding rhythm. His shaft was a perfect size to reach her g-spot and hit her womb. He knew exactly where to hit her and she felt satiety.

"S-slow...ugh... d-down...you're wrecking the bed...aahhh..." she gripped tightly on the pillow and sheet on her head as Mort rammed her wildly.

"Worry more about yourself, malyshka," Mort utters in a low and raspy tone. Heat travels all the way up to her face making her cheeks reddened and stomach clenches in unwanting desire.

When Mort accelerated she comes between his deep intense thrusts. Her body quivering in pleasure, he lifted her hips as he kissed, licking and sucking her legs while pounding her harder and faster. He exploded, unleashing a dam of cum inside her, and that wave of pleasure almost made her black out.

Milking every last drop of his seed inside her. He fills her over and over and keeps her legs up so nothing escapes. "Don't move, my children are now swarming inside you. I don't want them to get lost."

..............

The sun is setting on the horizon. It was beautiful watching the sun slowly fall behind everything and watching the colors go from bright and vibrant, fade into pure darkness. The golden rays of the setting sun fall on the serene ocean, with the red tinge reflecting the skyline. The magnificent moon on the western horizon appears exquisitely beautiful. Birds are seen flying back to their nests. Her eyes peruse the place, it was only then she realized they were alone in the beautiful paradise.

Her midnight hair hung loose, cascading down on her back, journey ending just above her hips. The wind blew it around her arms, making her look seductively hot just by wearing an aesthetic white blanket that enwrapped her nakedness.

Limping, Sumire barely walks near the serene sea when she felt the stinging pain between her legs, and the gentle breeze helps her ease the hurt. When she could hear his even breathing; feel the warmth of him as he lay next to her, his arm draped possessively over her body, she struggle to escapes from his tight embrace and decided to get out of the bed to have some fresh air. Mort didn't spare her even the afternoon strikes and she couldn't count how many times he claimed her over and over again.

She felt a million grains of sand underneath her feet and the cool breeze against her face. Moreover, the tantalizing scent of the washed-up waves and sea breeze mixed into one. She opened her eyes and was amazed by how easily fantasy and reality intertwined at that moment. The playful sound of the water lapping on the rocks, and the sound of leaves rustling when the wind blew gently, bringing her a feeling of peace and tranquility.

"I reek of sex..." she mumbled as she smell her shoulder and saw bite marks and hickeys. She smiled coyly, this was the best day of her life.

"You'll smell like me more often from now on," a deep voice greeted her and a soft lips landed on her neck and planted a kiss. Mort messily tied her hair up.

"Who told you to leave me when I'm not done with you, hmmm?" Mort asked as his arms crawled inside and snaked on her waist, drawing a circle in her tummy. He hugs her from the back.

"I just want to see the sunset..." Sumire reason out. She could feel her heart thumping so fast. She felt a sudden nervous surge through her knowing this man was a feral beast in bed.

"Then let's watch it together. I'll behave." Mort said and placed his chin on his shoulder. They admire the beautiful but romantic scenery but something is poking her behind. She could feel his manhood stiffening against her back. Slowly, he starts sniffing and nibbling her neck up to her earlobe.

"Mmmm... Mort..." she moaned and turned around and faced him who look down at her, plastered a seductive but playful smirk. She simply gazing upon his physique caused pleasurable sensations in her lower abdomen. He was in his pajama and his raw naked upper chest appeared to her sight.

"What to do about it?" Mort teasingly asked her while pointing to his massive erection with his lips. "My buddy badly wants to play with your adorable kittens." He added making Sumire's eyes widen, blushing. Her face wrenched into a nervous twitch and blinked twice. Her grasp on the blanket tightened and was about to run away when Mort quickly catch her.

"Not so fast, kitten. Where do you think you're going?" He grabs her by the waist. Her wrist was behind his head while his strong arms lifted her thighs up, placing her legs on his waist. Face blushing in red, she meets Mort's pair of emerald orbs down, staring deeply at her lips full of dirty desires of her. She could feel the heat rose inside her like an inferno.

"But I'm still sore down there." She complained, pouting and biting her lower lip.

"Relax, I'm just teasing you, malyshka..." His warm breath stroked her cheek and ear. Then his sensuous lips graze her jaw up and found his way on her lips. He angled his face revealing his defining jawline to her until their lips locked. They kissed under the dark jeweled sky passionately and infinitely more. When his mouth released her lips, her knees buckled from weakness behind his back and she was nearly out of breath.

“You’re mine, Sumire,” he declared, whispered to her ears as he rubs his pointed nose to her rosy cheek down to her delectable neck and he claimed her lips again hungry for more.

Mort brings her back home without breaking the kiss right into his secret lair, a dark room full of tenebrism art of crimes and murders, blades, weapons, guns, and bullets. He lays her on the bed of roses as he undresses her ruthlessly, pulling the white sheet on her chest and placing himself on top of her.

“Mine alone, now and forever. Mine, whether you will it or no,” he added possessively and kissed her hungrily, his lips mashed against her, biting and sucking her lower lip down to her neck. His eyes glowed in green, hovered under the dim red light while licking like a hungry panther savoring his prey under his claws.

Mort's kisses went to her navel all the way down to her wet tiny hole between her thighs. A wave of warm shivers spread inside her while he licks and sucks her juices, filling his hunger for her.

"You taste heaven yet hell baby, you're killing me..."

"Mmmoort...stop--ughhmm!"

Sumire's hot breathing became ragged. She moaned and groaned while his hands were busy kneading her bust. Mort revealing his broad and masculine chest, he completely undresses himself and gets naked in front of her.

He took out his hard, eager sex, and teased her innocent with it. Mort let it rest against her thighs as he continued to do her and work her.

“No one is going to take you away from me, even that bastard brother of mine, lyubimaya.” he whispered in a deep, rough, and husky voice.

He entered her.

Mort then pressed himself into her wet depths. Sumire pulled against his grip and sucked in her breath with a faint “ah” as he pressed even deeper.

“I want to own you, to possess you, body and soul.”

He traced her tummy that bulged with his forefinger where his ten-inch maddening shaft was deeply buried, perfectly fitted inside her. "I'm finally back inside you..." Mort flashed a satisfying smile when he felt her cum in his first thrust, a mushy, hot, white liquid running down between her legs and enwrapped his big and thick rod.

"Put your legs on my shoulder, babe," he commanded.

Sumire's nail was buried in his flesh, scratching his back. An orb of tears rolled down on her right cheek welcoming back his thrust. His huge size still hurts her. Mort then leaned, licked her tears off, and kissed her lips, exploring and fighting with her tongue inside again.

“hushh--ughh! Shit! You're so tight!” he groaned and began to pound her in a perfect fast rhythm, his hard sex reaching her weak spot that made Sumire cry in pleasure.

Sumire was twisting from one side to the other, her hands tying the soft sheets at her sides into knots, and her whole body grew pink, the nipples of her breasts appeared as hard as if they were tiny stones.

"You’re not going to be able to move after I’m finished with you tonight."

Mort utters in a rough voice. Sumire looks defenseless, she's getting weak with his touch. She was wide open all for him, ready to be eaten. A small bead of sweat started to form all over her body, the room was suffused with a deep red glow coming from the candlelight which illuminated the beautiful art lying lasciviously and lovely before him.

"Bite me..." she pleads, Mort could not resist the inviting dinner in front of him. He leaned, bit, and suck her neck gently, leaving more hickeys in there. He licked her nipples with his tongue and bit them playfully, not hurting her. "...mark me as yours..." she breathlessly added and Mort started to draw his enticing masterpiece all over her body, from neck down to legs. Hickeys were everywhere.

As she struggled with his aggressive and tight grip, Sumire blushed and moaned beneath him. He mounted her, slowly.

Again Sumire arched her back, her mouth let out a guttural gasp as Mort stilled deep within her. Her breasts were bouncing, suffused with red. And as Mort drove his organ into her much harder and deeper, he felt her shudder violently with unwilling pleasure. A wrecking pelvic thrusting made her lost in the wonderland of lust. His rhythm was fast, hard but so fucking perfect. His sex was quivering inside her, and he was tormented with desire.

An awful yet sweet cry was muffled by soft lips over her mouth, Sumire was shuddering violently in his warm embrace but Mort lifted her on top of him and whispered between their intense and hungry kisses as the tip of their noses touched.

Just as Sumire felt her climax, Mort paused, gasped, and impaled her with a deep thrust. As they came together, their eyes met, burning with fierce desire.

"I have a deep desire to know how much your body can take me. To let those sensations take control of you. To just make you feel and not resist the pleasure I cast upon you."