The Beast's Virgin Claim

My trembling fingers plunge further into my male's lush lengthy locks yanking on them with a fierceness as my nails dig into his scalp extracting a throaty aroused grunt of pleasure from my male.

His darkened bewitching blues pierce my own to deliver a look overfilled with raw carnal desire whilst his avid fingertips sink into the fragile flesh of my curvy waist holding me in position to arrest the rocking of my hips.

"Oh, Phobos." I mewl out keeping my legs that dangle over his shoulders in place as he rapidly rams his filthy tongue deeper into my dripping cunt over and over again tasting my damp insides as well the tight rim of my hole until I struggle to breathe amid my lusty moans that rip past my throat. He is too good at this.

He buries his face in my drenched pussy taking noisy slurps of my sweet nectar that erotically leaks out my vaginal opening barbarously eating me out and my back arches as my head bangs wildly against the kitchen cabinet.

My puffy clit is gently gnawed on by his pointed teeth only for his mouth to return to take its seat and suck on the tiny bundle of nerves intensifying the pleasure I am receiving.

Phobos is brisk to get off his knees and rise to his feet to stand in between my thighs while watching my bared bouncy breasts with filthy eyes, a passionate need to devour lingering within them.

He slowly inserts his lean middle finger into my cunt and my eager walls are swift to clamp tightly around him shamelessly sucking his digit in as he begins to ruthlessly finger me my sticky fluid coating his skin.

I try to meet his hard brutal thrusts in the middle raising my hips from the kitchen counter urging him to fuck me harder with his finger only to earn a sharp slap to my right breast in warning that causes me to whimper out and halt the ardent movements of my pelvis.

"Stay still." He commands with a dominance that has me splutter out more of my liquid which sensually trickles down the side of his finger to coat his inner palm.

"Phobos," I whine in protest studying his gigantic cock rigid and erect straining against his pants that he gives no regard to. The totality of his attention lies on me this moment, the pleasure is all mine to receive. A gift for sucking his cock numerous times last week.

His warm large palm roughly squeezes my tit as he bends down to gorge up my upright nipple whilst his canines nibble on the delicate nub as though he is truly feasting on my flesh.

When he sucks each of my teats with a brutality that almost has me cum he pauses midway along with his relentless fucking not allowing me this rather waits patiently until the ripple that was leading me to rapture fades and then continues to thrust his finger into my parched cunt which demands frantically for more. He merely wishes to prolong this as much as he can.

"Lift your legs, Theia. I wish to see." Another curt order tumbles out of his alluring mouth and I am fleet to abide by it. There is no shyness that is present within me this moment just this desperate need to reach euphoria.

Placing my heels on the edge of the counter I position myself in a way that my knees press against my breasts and my legs are spread wide apart highlighting my sodden hairless pussy to his dangerous globes that ravish them with an unfathomable lust.

My male groans hoarsely with his half hooded eyes as he keenly watches the way his finger is hungrily swallowed whole by my tight cunt all the way to his knuckle. "Your cunt was made for my fingers." He rasps whilst he inserts his forefinger to accompany the other and I squeal with delight to that delicious satisfying sensation of being filled up.

He commences with slow but firm deep thrusts in and out stretching me from within.

"Or your fingers were made for my cunt." I whisper feverishly eyeing him with flushed cheeks and dishevelled hair. The tips of his lips tilt upward to my words as he strives to reign in his amusement.

Keeping our eyes locked he grips my left ankle to jerk my leg to his mouth his moist lips caress my calf all the way up to my quivering fluid-smeared inner thigh sampling my sweat coated flesh leaving a sizzling trail of his saliva behind marking me as his.

"Is that so?" He asks a hint of challenge in his sonorous voice carried through for me to detect.

"I am the one feeding, Phobos. You are merely the provider." I mutter as he raises his eyebrow knowing I have taken that challenge he offered. He takes a step rearward quickly unzipping his pants to expose his veined engorged cock that is dribbling precum from the swollen tip to my keen eyes.

"Let us test that theory, Drahá." He growls flashing his teeth at me whilst lunging towards my heat only to seize my thighs spreading me apart as he rams into me in one fluid thrust that has me cry out at his mouthwatering savagery. Never provoke me, this is what he always warns me of but he must know that submission does not run in my blood anymore.

He fists my hair and forces my face upward compelling me to meet his steamy eyes whilst he drives his pelvis into my hips smacking into my insatiable cunt with an inexpressible roughness resembling that of a carnivorous beast. My beast.

"Tell me who is feeding on whom now?" He teases his plump lips brushing against mine swallowing my high-pitched whimpers and whines whilst I do the same with his hoarse groans and grunts. Mine, this male is all mine.