I felt Xerxes and I were moulded with the same clay, each of us couldn’t get enough of one other.

Not delegating the changelessness of my voice, I bobbed. My intellect was a blank. I could barely feel and the scent of him made it harder still to construct legible ideas. When I felt the slick head of his cock probe against my pussy, I looked down at him in ambush.

The dark fire that always summoned us would blaze out of control, and I end up screaming in his arms in pleasure.

“I’m gonna put it in,” he whispered, his words washed over me like a dark wave, terrifying...