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Zaret claws into my pelvis and the shock seems to be coursing through my body undamped. Everything in me responds to his sudden intrusion. To the so quick stretch. I would like to say that the intensity is too much for me. That he overwhelms me. But that would be a lie. It's perfect. So infinitely beautiful that Zaret's hardness is now in me. And so I want to stretch my pelvis further towards him. I want him to thrust back into me, eliciting moan after moan. But Zaret does not comply with my unspoken request. Instead, he pulls my hips even closer to him and now seems to sink the last centimeters of his hardness into me. He hums with relish and even as our eyes cross, a mischievous grin forms on his face. Of course he's pleased to see me. After all, I willingly lie under him and the lust must be visible in my eyes. But no matter how much Zaret feeds the pressure in my abdomen through the lack of movements, he can't steal the prevailing joy from me. Not even when he touches my clitoris with his index finger.

"You're having sex with prostitutes." I immediately bite my lower lip and don't know what I'm trying to hide from Zaret. The stupid grin or the moan that just wants to squeeze down my throat. Maybe both? But Zaret just blows his nose in amusement instead of letting me provoke him.

"You haven't been a prostitute for a long time, Kalota." He's right about that. I just don't constantly receive strangers anymore and do what they want. But on the other hand, I'm still a prostitute. Just one who carries out the job in a different way than is normally the case. But I don't want to and can't pursue it any further. Zaret is withdrawing a bit. Only slowly. Far too slowly. I want it differently. I want Zaret to make me takes hard. Demonstrates all his strength to me. But he seems to know it. His eyes gleam defiantly as he pulls his pelvis back a little further.

"Zaret," I whimper, wanting to move my hips, at least letting the hardness rub against my sensitive inner walls, but instead of making that small concession, Zaret just grips me tighter. His fingers really dig into my skin "Create pain, but it doesn't hinder my desire. Rather, that sweet tug seems to only fuel the fire inside me. And so I whimper again as I squirm under Zaret. Him." showing that I need more. Wants more. And now he's giving in. Zaret thrusts. Drives the entire length into me and I gasp. Another wave goes through me. A wave that's so incredibly beautiful and but ebbs again.

But instead of continuing to play with my desire, Zaret lets go of my pelvis. Leans over me until his forehead is on mine. And I don't know how he does it, but this gesture is so incredibly intimate. We're having sex, and yet Zaret's approach, so simple, is so much more powerful than the fact that he made me spread my legs willingly.

It seems as if he wants to possess my soul. Grab her and never let go. But Zaret already has all that. The body and the mind. So I let him do it. Let the heat between my legs take control. I am aware that this is not good for me. Zaret will hurt me. Just like he always did. unite heaven and hell. I do not care. And since Zaret is no longer holding me, I make slight movements with my hips. These are too small for me to climax, but it's enough to elicit a throaty moan.

I gasp and now I think I hear a twitch of Zaret's hardness. Just as his body craves for more. But instead of pursuing it, he just hums with pleasure, showing that he wants to torment me even more.

"I can't take it anymore," I press out and wrap my legs around his pelvis. I finally want to encourage him to give me what I want so much. And he actually gives in a bit penetrate and elicits a pleasant sigh from me.

"Then we probably have a problem, little Kalota." With every word, Zaret approaches mine with his lips. That's how I hear my breath. How much pleasure there is in it alone. And only when his mouth hovers in front of mine does he stop. Immediately he wants to I remove what little space there is and catch a kiss. At least get some satisfaction from it, but even that Zaret doesn't begrudge me. He puts his hand on my neck and holds me in place.

"Because I'm just getting started," he mutters. And while the thunder of his voice makes my heart beat a beat faster, Zaret's hand slides from my neck to my neck. With a jerk he pulls me onto his lap and shines through it ramming the erection even deeper, that alone is enough to make me whimper, somewhere between absolute frustration and pure arousal.

And now Zaret's physical superiority is being shown to me more than clearly. He grabs my waist and my hair. Conduct me the way he wants. Forces me to lift my pelvis, only to then sit right back in his lap and slide the full length into me. He combines hard with soft. Moans softly when his hardness is enclosed by my abdomen.

That should bother me. Eventually he takes away all self-determination from me. Uses me for his urges. And even though I'm upstairs. But that's not the case. With Zaret still in control even now, I can let myself go. And so the rough grip does not cause my pleasure to be diminished. Rather, it increases. With every damn second. So I let him take the lead. Circle my pelvis on his lap the way he wants it. Follow the slight pressure of his fingers and let my head pull back as well. With that I inevitably stretch my bare chest towards him and not a second later, Zaret's teeth are digging into my sensitive spot. A scream mingles with my moans, but again it is just such a lovely pain that Zaret induces. one,

"Zaret," I choke out, wanting to tell him not to stop, but the words get stuck in my throat as he picks me up and almost roughly pushes me back down. I gasp and clutch his shoulders tight. Enjoy the fact that instead of Zaret's teeth his tongue brushes over my nipples and only makes me tremble even more in his arms. Almost gently he works his way up from my breasts. Alternates between light nibbling and the play of his tongue and kisses. He slowly reaches my neck and now he loosens his grip on my hair. Nevertheless, I remain in position for a moment before I straighten up a bit. His face floats in front of mine and just as Zaret pulls his pelvis back a little, I lean in and gently brush my lips against his.Blow him a kiss on the corner of his mouth and let my moans crash down on him.

Maybe I can't say what I want, but I can show him. Begging without a word being heard. My heavy breathing speaks for me. My almost pleading touches and feathery kisses. And Zaret does not stop. Slams his glans against my g-spot and makes a smacking sound that occupies the cell. And with that, my abdomen contracts. powerful. I whimper softly because it's too intense. Because the cliff is so close to me. But just as I'm about to jump, Zaret stops. No more consistent penetration. No climax.

"No," I whimper softly, wanting to climax on my own. God, how can arousal be so uncomfortable? My abdomen is on fire. But Zaret is too strong for me to lower my pelvis even remotely. Rather, he raises it a little more, making it abundantly clear that he determines when I'm allowed to have an orgasm and when I'm not.

"Please continue," I whisper against his lips. Blow him another kiss on the mouth while I clutch his shoulders even harder.

"Do you actually realize how cute you sound when your voice trembles slightly?" Every word literally vibrates under the bass. It also shows Zaret's desire, but what I particularly notice is the amused undertone. That he's enjoying the situation. Of course "Finally, I'm making it abundantly clear that I'm dying for him. But I'm not even embarrassed about it anymore. Nevertheless, I feel defiance rising in me. Damn it, I only want to have an orgasm through him.

"I hate you," I choke out breathlessly, and as the last word leaves my lips, Zaret lifts my pelvis even further. Lets the hardness slide almost completely out of me. And with an ease that even surprises me. As if I would weigh nothing. Geez, despite the wounds, Zaret doesn't seem to have any trouble just positioning me the way he wants. But since I shouldn't care, I just wrap my arms around his neck.

"No, wait." In fact, he stops mid-movement and I take a deep breath. Wants to concentrate and not notice the miserable throbbing between my legs. It doesn't work that way at all. Zaret does the rest for it. Almost painfully slowly, he lowers my pelvis back onto his lap and I whimper in frustration. But I know begging doesn't work. He decides how we have sex. Whether it's hard or slow.

"Do you like it better that way?" he murmurs, nibbling my cheek lightly. Rubs his victory over my body in my face. And again I want to swear at him, but this time I can just swallow the words I'm sure it would be even better...", I can't get any further when he lowers my hips back onto his lap. Drives his erection deep inside me and the agony mixed with the excitement takes me more and more.

"I..." Same game again. Zaret drives me to the brink of madness. Lets me feel the climax that is so close, only to snatch it away again. Sweat breaks out on my forehead and my breath really hits. That so sweet pulling in my abdomen has meanwhile taken over my entire body and again and again a soft whimpering mixes with my moaning.

But Zaret's powers also seem to be waning. His fingers are still digging into my skin, but he pauses. Take a deep breath and I can see the effort on his part too. "You're mean," I murmur and Zaret snorts in amusement. And whether I like it or not, I smile a little too. My God, only Zaret can do that. Let me suffer and still give me the feeling that everything is fine.

"I'll do my best." The tone of voice reveals the smile on Zaret's lips. I can hear it without seeing it. A fact that just goes to show how well I know him. "It works pretty well, doesn't it? he whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. A gesture so gentle, I want to put my face in his hand. But instead I just lean my face against his and take a deep breath. It's crazy, but again it has that effect on me, it makes my heart beat in the right rhythm even though it's racing, it makes me feel a warmth that penetrates to my core and makes me feel like everything is right.

"Yes, works very well." The words leave my mouth without me intending to. And above all, they carry a truth that Zaret will probably never understand. He lets out a tone somewhere between approval and resentment - interrupting the moment. And so I move away a bit and catch Zaret's gaze. Recognize the beautiful glow in the brown, which contains darkness and brightness that hardly any color can convey.

"Okay, you can have your own orgasm." Zaret looks at me and his gaze lingers on my breasts for a little too long. And with that, I slowly start to move my pelvis. Let his hardness rub against my inner walls and just that makes me tremble. Damn, I'm overreacting to him. But my whole body is thrown at the feeling so nice. Turns the uncomfortable tug into a lovely one. It gives me more courage. So I lift my pelvis slightly. Let it go There is play between circling and penetration, I keep glancing up at Zaret to see if he's really letting me take control, but there's no indication that he's going to grab me again to submit.

So I encourage my efforts. It doesn't take long for my body to reward me for it. There's the contraction again. The slight cramping of my muscles, heralding the climax. But even that is too intense for me. Too exhausting. I can no longer move my pelvis rhythmically. The slight shaking doesn't let me act properly. And so I can't manage to give myself an orgasm. My own impatient body robs me of that. I exhale heavily and look to Zaret for help. He smiles slightly and that makes me realize that I don't need to explain myself. Zaret knows full well that I don't have the strength to give myself an orgasm. Normally that would probably bring me down, but not today. Not now. So I lean forward and ignore

"Please help me," I breathe, and even my voice combines pleasure and agony. And for a moment I think that Zaret is making me wriggle even more. His gaze eats into me and when I want to start again, around him asking for help he grabs my hips and leads me again pounding his cock rhythmically against the g-spot and now he won't stop the climax rolls over me this time Zaret just lets me touch the sky.