Uncivilized
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When her ass and lower back are completely devoid of her dress, I tell her. “Before I give it to you, tell me one more thing.”
“What do you want me to tell you?” she demands of me. I squeeze her neck because it’s a little too impudent for my tastes right now. She pushes back against my hand slightly, and I tighten my grip more.
“I want you to tell me what the greatest thing is you’ve learned about me so far since you took me from my home.”
Her upper back rises slightly, not from any fight left in her, but because she inhales deeply. When she lets it all out, she tells me with conviction and a hint of sadness, “I learned that you… Zacharias Easton… are an uncivilized man.”
“Yes,” I tell her in praise, and my fingers go under the lace edge of her panties. “You learned well.”
Moira is silent for a moment, and then, “Zach?”
“Hmmm?”
“Teach me more,” she whispers.
My heart seems to almost leap from my chest over the plaintive tone of her voice. Grasping the lace of her panties, I drag them over hips… her ass, and pull them down the backs of her thighs. “Oh, baby… I’m going to teach you how good it’s going to feel to be f**ked into submission by an uncivilized man.”
She gives a soft moan of anticipation. When her panties are pushed down to the backs of her knees, I lean to the side so I can get a glimpse of the backside of her pu**y. Its flowery petals are dewy looking. I reach down and, for the first time ever, push my finger inside of a woman’s warmth.
Hot breath hisses out from between my clenched teeth. “You’re so wet.”
“Oh, God,” Moira moans, pushing her h*ps backward.
“Don’t move,” I order her as I pull my finger back slightly and push it back in. She stays absolutely still but moans again.
Releasing my hold on her neck and removing my hand from between her legs, I quickly take off my shirt because I don’t want anything impeding the view of her backside. I quickly unbutton my jeans and unzip them, going carefully because I’m swollen so hard, there’s barely any room left. Giving a quick push of material, I slide the denim and my underwear down past my h*ps and free my cock.
Pearly fluid is leaking from the head and, using my hand to guide myself, I rub it over one of her ass cheeks, creating a glistening path of over her pale skin. “I’m wet for you, too.”
“Please,” Moira begs.
I bend over and grip her by the back of her neck again. “Please what?”
“Please f**k me, Zach.”
“It’s coming,” I promise her.
I guide my swollen shaft to her pu**y, rubbing the head through her wet folds. The sensation is overwhelming, causing a tightening of my muscles from head to toe. I lean my h*ps in slightly and push into her just an inch.
She’s so f**king tight, but her slickness sucks me in just a little further. I watch as Moira’s ass cheeks clench in anticipation, and her fingers dig into the plush carpeting. Now that I’m lined up perfectly, I release my hold on my c**k and grip her hip. I wait for just a moment, relishing in the graceful lines of Moira’s back and the way her fiery hair is spread all over the carpet. Her face is turned to the side, and her profile is exquisite. Eyes slightly open, her lips turned upward in a pleasurable smile. I’ll never forget this as long as I live.
With one coordinated move, I pull back on her h*ps and slam my own forward, lodging my c**k in deep, my pelvis pressed flush against her ass.
A groan tears out of my throat because that first feeling of her pu**y completely enveloping me is almost more than I can bear. Moira gives a soft cry, and her eyes squeeze shut.
I stay still for a moment, but then Moira contracts her inner muscles around me, squeezing my shaft deliciously.
“Fuck,” I grunt out and, in an involuntary reaction, my h*ps pull back and I slam back forward again, trying to replicate that feeling.
Moira moans long and low, and I want to prolong that sound, so I pull back and slam forward again. But then I still once more, taking a deep breath and trying to get back my bearings. I can’t lose control. Normally, my couplings are slow and steady, a forceful dance to assert my dominance and show the strength of my reserve.
I prepare to pull back slowly, so I can ease into her again and torture her exquisitely.
“Zach?” Moira says softly.
“Yes?”
“Don’t hold back on me,” she says with need. “Give it all to me.”
Oh, f**k.
My body trembles over those words and the craving that seeps out of her. This is supposed to be about me… about my dominion and authority. But her words cause my body to clench tightly with the need to burst forth in a supreme, hardcore f**king. I squeeze my eyes shut, envisioning a slow mating, but Moira slays me again.
“Please, Zach.”
“Fuck,” I hiss out at her and pull my h*ps back, slamming into her so hard that she scoots across the carpet a few inches and my balls slam almost painfully against the backs of her thighs.
Moira cries out, “Yes,” and it’s all over for me.
An animalistic need courses through me. Tightening my grip on her neck, I start repetitively slamming into her, my skin slapping against hers so hard it sounds like thunderclaps. I look down at my c**k tunneling in and out of her slick pu**y and feel the last vestiges of my control snap.
I f**k her mercilessly, fearful that I might be tearing her up from the inside out, but unable to stop myself. My body lurches into her, my chest heaves, and my c**k drills her hard.
“What do you want me to tell you?” she demands of me. I squeeze her neck because it’s a little too impudent for my tastes right now. She pushes back against my hand slightly, and I tighten my grip more.
“I want you to tell me what the greatest thing is you’ve learned about me so far since you took me from my home.”
Her upper back rises slightly, not from any fight left in her, but because she inhales deeply. When she lets it all out, she tells me with conviction and a hint of sadness, “I learned that you… Zacharias Easton… are an uncivilized man.”
“Yes,” I tell her in praise, and my fingers go under the lace edge of her panties. “You learned well.”
Moira is silent for a moment, and then, “Zach?”
“Hmmm?”
“Teach me more,” she whispers.
My heart seems to almost leap from my chest over the plaintive tone of her voice. Grasping the lace of her panties, I drag them over hips… her ass, and pull them down the backs of her thighs. “Oh, baby… I’m going to teach you how good it’s going to feel to be f**ked into submission by an uncivilized man.”
She gives a soft moan of anticipation. When her panties are pushed down to the backs of her knees, I lean to the side so I can get a glimpse of the backside of her pu**y. Its flowery petals are dewy looking. I reach down and, for the first time ever, push my finger inside of a woman’s warmth.
Hot breath hisses out from between my clenched teeth. “You’re so wet.”
“Oh, God,” Moira moans, pushing her h*ps backward.
“Don’t move,” I order her as I pull my finger back slightly and push it back in. She stays absolutely still but moans again.
Releasing my hold on her neck and removing my hand from between her legs, I quickly take off my shirt because I don’t want anything impeding the view of her backside. I quickly unbutton my jeans and unzip them, going carefully because I’m swollen so hard, there’s barely any room left. Giving a quick push of material, I slide the denim and my underwear down past my h*ps and free my cock.
Pearly fluid is leaking from the head and, using my hand to guide myself, I rub it over one of her ass cheeks, creating a glistening path of over her pale skin. “I’m wet for you, too.”
“Please,” Moira begs.
I bend over and grip her by the back of her neck again. “Please what?”
“Please f**k me, Zach.”
“It’s coming,” I promise her.
I guide my swollen shaft to her pu**y, rubbing the head through her wet folds. The sensation is overwhelming, causing a tightening of my muscles from head to toe. I lean my h*ps in slightly and push into her just an inch.
She’s so f**king tight, but her slickness sucks me in just a little further. I watch as Moira’s ass cheeks clench in anticipation, and her fingers dig into the plush carpeting. Now that I’m lined up perfectly, I release my hold on my c**k and grip her hip. I wait for just a moment, relishing in the graceful lines of Moira’s back and the way her fiery hair is spread all over the carpet. Her face is turned to the side, and her profile is exquisite. Eyes slightly open, her lips turned upward in a pleasurable smile. I’ll never forget this as long as I live.
With one coordinated move, I pull back on her h*ps and slam my own forward, lodging my c**k in deep, my pelvis pressed flush against her ass.
A groan tears out of my throat because that first feeling of her pu**y completely enveloping me is almost more than I can bear. Moira gives a soft cry, and her eyes squeeze shut.
I stay still for a moment, but then Moira contracts her inner muscles around me, squeezing my shaft deliciously.
“Fuck,” I grunt out and, in an involuntary reaction, my h*ps pull back and I slam back forward again, trying to replicate that feeling.
Moira moans long and low, and I want to prolong that sound, so I pull back and slam forward again. But then I still once more, taking a deep breath and trying to get back my bearings. I can’t lose control. Normally, my couplings are slow and steady, a forceful dance to assert my dominance and show the strength of my reserve.
I prepare to pull back slowly, so I can ease into her again and torture her exquisitely.
“Zach?” Moira says softly.
“Yes?”
“Don’t hold back on me,” she says with need. “Give it all to me.”
Oh, f**k.
My body trembles over those words and the craving that seeps out of her. This is supposed to be about me… about my dominion and authority. But her words cause my body to clench tightly with the need to burst forth in a supreme, hardcore f**king. I squeeze my eyes shut, envisioning a slow mating, but Moira slays me again.
“Please, Zach.”
“Fuck,” I hiss out at her and pull my h*ps back, slamming into her so hard that she scoots across the carpet a few inches and my balls slam almost painfully against the backs of her thighs.
Moira cries out, “Yes,” and it’s all over for me.
An animalistic need courses through me. Tightening my grip on her neck, I start repetitively slamming into her, my skin slapping against hers so hard it sounds like thunderclaps. I look down at my c**k tunneling in and out of her slick pu**y and feel the last vestiges of my control snap.
I f**k her mercilessly, fearful that I might be tearing her up from the inside out, but unable to stop myself. My body lurches into her, my chest heaves, and my c**k drills her hard.
