Ch# 20
*Warning many sexuals incoming*
Michael made his way down the corridor at a brisk pace with the food in to-go boxes warming his hands. He barely registered the other people along the way, even when they greeted him— he continued past with a mumbled greeting. He refused to slow his pace or pay them any mind. He was focused on one thing— the woman he loved currently waiting in his apartment for him.
Her actions in the office were still running through his head. Sarah's behavior was new and exciting; after weeks of not being able to release his pent up sexual desires it was making his head spin just thinking about being able to be with her again. He could barely keep himself from dropping the food and running down the hall at full tilt to be with her, but he kept it professional; the last thing he needed was more attention from on lookers.
Michael finally made it to his doorway and took a deep breath to calm his racing mind before hitting the switch and entering. Immediately upon entering he saw her overcoat hanging on a hook by the entrance, but blonde beauty it belonged to was nowhere in sight. He set the food down on the counter and hung his coat by the door.
"Sarah?" He called out as he walked slowly towards the room. He could smell her scent and hear her movements with his super human senses, but when he saw her he stopped in his tracks.
"Took you long enough." Sarah said, standing in the doorway without a stitch of clothing covering her. Michael's jaw dropped as he drank in the sight of the of his lover. The light dusting of freckles over her chest; the lines of her toned physic that traced down her body, the playful seduction in her bright blue eyes that pulled him in— it was all so intoxicating it made his head spin. She smiled at his reaction, sauntered over to him and slid her arms around his neck— pulling him into a gentle kiss.
"Welcome home, dear." She said, softly against his lips; her warm naked flesh pressing against the cool metal and leather of his armor and coat.
"It's good to be home." Michael whispered as he snaked his arms around her body. He slid one of his hands down to squeeze her shapely rear but was surprised when she reached down and smacked his hand away. He pulled back and looked at her questioningly.
"Bad boy." She said in a low sensual tone, a devious smile dancing once again on her lips. Sarah stepped back out of his arms as she continued. "No touching…until I give you permission." She said, then turning and walking back to the room, she cast a hungry look over her shoulder before disappearing through the doorway.
Michael began pulling off his armor and clothing and tossing them carelessly about as he made his way rapidly to his room, his mind racing but captive with only thoughts of Sarah and curiosity about this new behavior. His hand stung slightly, but he was determined to devour his lover tonight and if it meant he got to experience a new side of her— even better.
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As soon as Sarah was in the room and out of sight, the door closed and she nearly lost her composure. She pressed her back against the cool metal wall and bit her lip; barely keeping in her excitement. She made her way over to the bed and picked up the leather strap she had taken from her overcoat earlier.
"I really hope he likes this." She said quietly to herself. Hearing the door open she closed her eyes and took a deep breath before pulling back on her devious, dominant persona. She turned around to find him bare chested and looking at her like a predator at it's prey. Her already wet womanhood quivered in response to his hungry gaze.
Sarah's resolve almost broke right there— almost. She tore her eyes away from the defined muscles of his torso and met his eyes with burning determination.
"Get on the bed." She said firmly, the strap hanging from her grasp drawing a curious gaze from him, before he complied. He laid down on his back and looked at her. Sarah squealed excitedly in her head at his silent obedience.
She climbed onto the bed and straddled his body, placing her hand flat on his chest— she leaned slightly towards him and said, "Put you arms above your head and grip the railing at the top of the bed." Trying not to let her voice shake with excitement and nervousness.
He looked from her to the strap in her hand and realized what she was about to do. He wasn't sure how he felt about it but his manhood was firmly pressing against his pants, telling him to do whatever she said— so he obeyed.
Sarah leaned forward and slipped the leather strap around his wrists and the railing; securing him tightly to the top of the bed. She looked down at him when she was done and saw his eyes locked on her breasts that had been bouncing slightly as she leaned over him to tie his hands. Smiling, she gently ran her fingers through his hair and said, "Ask nicely for what you want and maybe I will give it to you."
Her bosom was just out of reach of his mouth and with slight hesitation he obeyed.
"P—please let me kiss your breasts…" He said, looking up at her with a harsh blush radiating from his face. Biting her lip, she couldn't stop the pleased hum from escaping her. His embarrassment and innocent expression were so new and exciting to her she couldn't help but lean in and give him what he asked for.
"Since you asked so nicely, baby." She said before she felt his mouth assault her breasts with a desperate fervor. Her pussy clenched and ached as she let her moans come rolling out of her throat. His lips and tongue were sucking and kissing and licking across her chest before finally capturing one of her nipples in his mouth.
Her womanhood was now —literally— dripping wet as he switched to her other breast and took her nipple roughly in his teeth. Sarah continued to run her fingers through his hair as she looked down at him. She then slowly leaned back until he breasts were once again out of reach of his mouth. He huffed in protest and looked up at her. Her body filled with excitement at all of these new reactions she was getting from her lover.
"Be patient, Michael." she whispered into his ear, before sliding down his body. She worked her hands down to his waistband and removed the rest of his clothing. Sarah looked down at Michael's muscular body as he looked up at her, completely naked and vulnerable. Pleasurable chills shot up her spine at the sight of the most deadly man to walk the wasteland— maybe even the world— laying beneath her completely naked, submitting to her willingly.
'Well, slightly willingly.' She thought to herself at seeing his hands straining slightly at his restraints— testing them for enough space for a possible escape. His eyes looking up at her, caught somewhere between pleading and demanding— powerful and powerless. He just looked so…delicious.
She hummed in delight and started gently placing kisses down his neck, then onto his torso. His body shuddered with excitement and arousal at feeling her lips on his skin. His hands never stopped moving and testing his restraints; the restriction of his movement added a slight franticness to his actions— he was nervous and excited at the same time.
"I tied those plenty tight, love. You won't be able to get out…at least not until I choose to set you free." She said still kissing slowly down his writhing body towards his throbbing penis. Once she reached it she continued to kiss around it and across his hips without touching it.
He groaned in frustration and fidgeted his hips under her soft, tantalizing kisses. "Sarah…" He growled out, slightly pleading. He felt her lips leave his sensitive skin around his groin and her warm breath flutter across his hard dick. He looked down at her and met her eyes as she reached up and scratched down his sides lightly with her fingernails. Sarah purse her lips and blew a puff of air against the head of his penis, causing it to twitch and throb.
Michael knew what she wanted just from her gaze as she hovered over his member, licking her lips. He threw his head back in frustration finally saying what she wanted, "Please…suck my cock, Sarah. I want you kiss and lick every inch of me, please; let me cum in your mouth. I want it so bad…"
His inner dominant nature thrashed violently inside of his mind at his submission, demanding he break free and take what he wanted. But he reigned it in and kept it at bay; enjoying her new behavior too much to do anything but follow her lead. It was also because he slightly enjoyed feeling powerless under her control; he trusted her so it was more exciting than he would ever admit— even to himself. She smiled and hummed again in pleasure at his submission.
"Good Boy." She said before placing soft kisses up his length; licking around the swollen head before taking him into her mouth and pushing all the way down to his base. A thunderous moan escaped him as he suddenly felt his rock hard member enveloped in the warmth of her throat. There was a slight creek from the top of the bed where his hands gripped the bar but they were both too preoccupied to pay it any mind.
"FFFuuuuuuccccckkkk" He groaned out, as she started to bob her head up and down on him. Sarah worked his cock with eagerness and hunger like never before. It wasn't long before he was getting close, he tried to stutter out a warning.
"S—sarah…I'm gonna…I can't hold it anymore, I…" The rest was lost in a moan as she looked up at him and redoubled her efforts. She wanted him to cum his brains out into her mouth; she wanted to drink his cum and watch every one of his pleasured reactions. She felt his hips starting to thrust more into her mouth and pulled back to focus her tongue around his head while her hands pumped along his shaft.
"Sarah!" He yelled out with his mouth agape, looking down at her as he finally started spurting his hot semen into her mouth. She saw his face contort into such an amazingly delicious expression as he released himself into her mouth. She continued to pump her hands, milking his length before pulling it out of her mouth and showing him the cum filling her mouth.
Sarah didn't break eye contact as she closed her mouth and swallowed it all, drinking in his expression as well as his cum. It wasn't exactly the best taste in the world but she fucking loved it; she loved how much it pleased him to see her swallow it— the lusty hunger in his half-lidded eyes made chills dance across her skin.
"Because you asked so nicely, baby." She said before leaning back down and sucking his still hard cock clean and working the shaft until it was fully hard and aroused once again. "Looks like you still want some more…"
The beautiful lioness kissed hungrily up his chiseled body until she reached his lips. Her naked body pressed into his as she captured his waiting lips and rubbed her aching pussy against his once again rock hard dick. 'Fuck. I want him to fuck me senseless so damn bad." She thought to herself as she peeked up at the restraints still on his wrists, everything seemed to be in place— although the metal looked a little strange under his grip but, she pushed the thought aside and closed her eyes again and focused on kissing her lover. She knew he didn't care that she had just had his penis and cum in her mouth, he kissed her with a desperate hunger— like a man that had been wandering the desert finding an oasis.
Sarah pulled away from his lips and sat upright sliding her soaking womanhood up and down his length. "See how wet drinking your cum made me, baby?" She said, lost in her desire to have him inside of her.
"Let me fill you with more." He said with amused desire, his tone verging on his more common dominant and commanding one. She narrowed her eyes at him, mischievously plotting to get back at him for trying to command her while she was the one in charge. For now, she obeyed and guided his manhood into her without breaking her gaze from his.
She sat back and used her weight to push down until she had his entire length pushed inside of her, stretching her out in the best ways. She spread her fingers flat along her lower stomach— where she could feel his pulsing rod inside of her core. Her hips slowly moved in a circular motion— pulling deep moans from both of them.
"Baby…your cock is so fucking big; It feels so good inside of me." She half moaned out while looking at him, seeing his pleased expression at her praise; he started thrusting his hips up into her in response. The action lifted her body off the bed and bounced her up and down on his cock; barely able to keep herself from falling apart she let out a surprised moan. "Fuck, baby. That feels so good." She gasped out.
Looking down Sarah saw his abdominal muscles flexing as he bounced her weight on top of his manhood like she was as light as a feather. 'It's like he is chiseled from fucking stone.' She thought to herself as she tried to keep from losing grip on her sanity. She still had to use this chance to tease him and see if she could get some interesting reactions out of him— she wanted to test the limits of her control on him. Sarah knew his dominate nature would be writhing inside of him; waiting for a chance to hold her down and fuck her senseless like a beast in heat, but she felt her curiosity over come her as she thought about teasing him— knowing she was like a small animal poking a massive predator with a stick.
Soon, Sarah felt herself climaxing around his length before she leaned down over him and continued to bounce her hips against his; trying to push him closer to his own orgasm. She felt his cock twitch inside of her and saw his face starting to show he was getting close; hearing his desperate grunts and telltale moans.
A mischievous smile pulled across her face as she pushed her hips down to his and stuck them firmly in place against him, stopping her motion. His head whipped up to look at her with a surprised grunt. He didn't understand why she stopped while he was so close to finally satisfying his primal urges; until he saw the look on her face. She wasn't going to let him climax.
"You don't get to cum until I give you permission; so ask nicely." Said the beautiful woman sitting onto of him with his achingly hard dick buried in her depths. His anger flared, fueled by his primal dominance; His think was muddled by his loosened grip on his instincts and close proximity to the fulfillment of his need. He pushed his hips up into hers but she gripped his legs to keep herself planted against him— her smile growing more devious.
The lioness looked down at his primal anger and felt excitement mixed with arousal shooting through her body, she was taunting a beast much stronger than her and he had no way of dominating her, she wanted to enjoy her power over him a little bit before she untied his hands and let him take her however he wanted.
"Come on baby, didn't you say you were gonna fill me with your cum?" She said, taunting the beast beneath her. He growled up at her and sent another thrill up her spine. She leaned down and locked her gaze with his, with a challenge written in her eyes. 'Just a little more, then I'll let him do whatever he wants…' She thought to herself.
"I'll let you cum…" She said in a low tone, "…If you say you are my bitch." The lioness knew she had crossed a line as soon as the words left her lips; she shouldn't have said it, but she was drunk with power she had never had over him.
His face darkened in an angry expression and he half growled out in a low warning tone; "Sarah…" The reigns on his dominant nature was unraveling.
She knew she should probably stop but, she gave it one more little push. "Come on, admit it. You are my bi—" Her words were cut off when she heard a loud snapping noise at the top of the bed and felt his massive hand close around her throat tightly. Her airway was just barely left open so she could breath. Her eyes widened and darted up to where his hands should have been secured; all she saw was a limp leather strap hanging off of a deformed metal rail of the bed stand.
'Oh Fuck.' She thought, he was Much stronger than she had known. The hand that had nearly broken the metal bar in half was gripped around her throat and his other hand roughly took hold of her waist. She had an inkling of what was coming next and her body buzzed with slightly fearful excitement once his voice pulled her gaze back to his face— now painted with a sadistic smile.
"You seem to have a misunderstanding Sarah." He said darkly before using his grip on her to slide her up the length of his cock, then slamming her back down. The movement forced a choked gasp to escape from her lips as he continued to repeat the action again and again.
"You are only in-charge because I let you be in-charge." She completely understood this as he moved her up and down on his manhood as if she were a toy; making her eyes roll into the back of her head overcome with pleasure from his complete domination. This was her first time being treated this roughly but, it felt so fucking good to be choked and fucked senseless like he was using her like a toy for his pleasure.
She was already climbing her way to an orgasm, holding onto his thickly muscled arm— connected to the hand that was restricting her air supply. Her legs no longer had any strength in them; she could only keep them apart as he impaled her again and again on his long and firm manhood.
Michael saw her pleasure taking over her and increased his pace as he built up towards his own orgasm. He took his hand from her waist and after wetting it with the juices flowing from where they were connected, he reached back and rubbed gentle circles around her anus before pushing his thick finger deep into her.
Her eyes shot back open from their half-lidded lust-filled daze and looked pleadingly at him. He knew she was close and exactly what she wanted. He released some of the pressure around her airway so that she could respond and spoke to her in a low, hungry tone.
"Beg for it." She nearly lost herself at the sound of his voice and she quickly obeyed after a few more forceful thrusts.
"Please—please cum inside of me, baby." She said, spilling out her deepest and dirtiest desires of the moment. "Fill my womb with your seed. Choke me and finger-fuck my asshole, while you make me your dirty bitch. Use me like a fuck toy and dump you cum into me." She pleaded with him as he gave her exactly what she wanted.
"Good Girl." He said, in a darkly pleased voice as he increased his pace and tightened his grip around her neck, pushing her over the edge as she desperately clung to him.
Sarah violently came with his length buried to the base inside of her core; losing herself completely to her lover when she felt him start to shoot his heat into her deepest parts. Her muscles clenching harshly with ever spurt that painted her insides. Her body continued to spasm for what felt like an eternity as he continued to harshly fuck her through her orgasm.
When she finally came back down to earth Michael took his hand away from her throat and she collapsed against his chest as he laid back down on the bed with her still on top of him. Her breath ragged; body completely limp.
"Fuck." she said weakly, lost in the pleasurable warmth of his semen filling her womb; as well as the warmth of his skin pressed against her. She felt so venerable but her shaking body was soothed by his presence and his hand on her back; she felt warm, safe and loved in his embrace.
"You ok, Sarah?" He said, a little guilty thinking that he might have gotten to rough.
"Yes, baby. That just felt wayyyy too good." Then adding after slight hesitation, "I'm sorry if I went too far and pushed your pushed your buttons too much earlier."
"It's ok, I'm sorry I got a little carried away as well…"
Sarah let out an exhausted laugh. "Feel free to get carried away anytime, it was amazing."
She slowly pushed her upper body up to look into his eyes and smiled warmly. He pulled her into his lips softly and she slid her fingers into his hair as she lost herself in his warmth and intimacy. It was in such contrast to his rough aggression earlier but it felt so good. They continued like this until Sarah felt her stomach growl in hunger; reminding her she needed food.
Ignoring the disappointed sound Michael made as she slipped from the bed, she moved slowly across the room— careful not to collapse because of her still noodle-like legs and the slight pain in her vagina. They hadn't had sex in a while and they had down it so roughly that she wasn't surprised that she was sore.
She looked back to see Michael, watching her walking slowly on her shaking legs towards the bathroom, propped up on his elbow. He looked immensely smug about the after effect of his handiwork. "Need some help there, Bambi?" He said with a laugh at the accuracy of the reference.
She knew the reference because of the archive of movies the Brotherhood had secured from before the war. She looked back at him and rolled her eyes while flipping him off.
"Shut-up asshole, this is your fault. We haven't had sex in a while so I am still a little tender from earlier." He laughed— slid off the bed and walked over, scooping her up in his arms and bringing her towards the bathroom. He set her down on the toilet after she shyly gestured towards it, in response to his questioning glance, once they had entered the bathroom.
Even though they had just had sex not long ago it felt slightly embarrassing cleaning herself in the same room as him. The embarrassment was lessened slightly when he turned on the shower and jumped in. Once she was done she followed him in, to wash off the sweat and bodily fluids. As they were washing each other off and talking she saw that he had gotten hard again. She looked up at him and rolled her eyes; getting down onto her knees, she took him into her mouth and went about taming his throbbing manhood for the third time that day.
Once they were done washing off, Sarah found some mouth wash by his sink and swished a mouth full around her mouth for a minute. "Whu?" She said, her words muffled by the mouthful of liquid, in response to his slightly amused and questioning glance; then continuing, "You like dick flavored kisses, or something?"
He threw his head back in laughter and saw the logic in it, then followed suit so that he would be sure his mouth and breath didn't taste or smell bad. She mostly dried off her hair with a towel and went over to him and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm gonna go grab the food; is it alright if we eat in the bed?" He smiled and nodded, watching her exit the bathroom before spitting out the mouthwash into the sink and drying his hair and looking into the mirror.
"I am one lucky guy." He said, smiling to himself, not realizing the door was still open to the bedroom and that Sarah could hear him. She giggled and yelled back to him; "Damn right you are!" As she pulled on his large shirt, that seemed more like a short dress when she put it on. She looked down and saw that it easily covered her more private parts and went almost halfway down her thighs. She lifted the fabric to her nose and was pleased to find out that it smelled like him.
"I am one lucky girl." She whispered to herself as she made her way towards the door to the living room/kitchen area; only to be answered by Michael's voice from the bathroom.
"Damn right you are!" Making her laugh and wonder how the hell he heard her.
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The new Overseer of Vault 101 was walking down the hall, ready to forget all the problems of the vault for a little while. She held two to-go boxes with a warm food in each. She hummed lightly to herself as she walked slowly, responding to greetings from vault residents she passed with a smile. It wasn't long before she came to a stop in front of Michael's door; she hadn't seen him in the cafeteria, so she thought he would be resting in his room.
She set the boxes on the floor for a moment and pulled the zipper of her jumpsuit down below her chest to let her cleavage show over the low-cut neckline of her tank top, underneath her jumpsuit. After pressing her breasts together a few times to make sure they were perky and looked good she ran her fingers through her hair and gave it a slight hot-mess look.
Amata picked up the food again and smiled to herself; 'Just because we are friends doesn't mean we can't fuck like rabbits for fun.'
Hitting the switch she stepped through the doorway and her smile faded as she was met with the sight of a person who was very much not her former boyfriend. The woman she knew was Sentinel Lyons standing in her ex-boyfriend's apartment with slightly wet hair; wearing nothing but an oversized white T-shirt, covering her torso and the upper part of her toned legs.
Amata's mouth fell slightly open as she tried to form some sort of coherent sentence; at first she thought she had walked into the wrong room and was going to apologize and explain but, she knew without a doubt that this was Mj's room and that was definitely a man's shirt that she was wearing. Before she could verbalize her slew of thoughts and questions out loud she was stunned into silence by a taunting smirk from the blonde woman— who seemed so different from her previous professional, no-nonsense, and commanding personality in the meeting that morning.
The Overseer felt a pit form in her stomach as she realized the situation; the blonde woman's kiss-bitten lips, the marks on her neck, and the swagger of her step. This woman had already laid claim to the man Amata had come for. Jealousy flared in her chest as she watched the beautiful blonde woman pick up two to-go containers and walk back towards the bedroom; casting an amused glance over her shoulder she said, "Don't worry, he already picked up some food for us earlier." Then disappearing into the room, the door sliding closed silently after her.
Amata turned around and stomped back into the hallway; anger burning in her chest. She chucked the to-go boxes against the wall with a frustrated yell; "That fucking bitch!" She turned down the hall back towards the cafeteria, still fuming from the memory of those taunting blue eyes. "This isn't over, Lyons." She said quietly to herself.
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Michael stood in front of the sink looking at his hair; it had grown out more since Sarah had given him his new hair cut. He reminded himself to ask Sarah to cut it again when he just barely heard her voice in his living room accompanied by the faintest scent of another person teasing at his superhuman senses. However, a moment later he heard the door to his room open and close and peeked out of the bathroom to find Sarah sitting on his bed wrapped in his shirt, with her legs crossed. She smiled warmly at him and held up the open to-go container pointing to the food next to the hamburger.
"What are these?" Sarah said, with her mouth currently half full of the apparently unknown food item. Michael laughed and responded, "They are called french fries; I suppose you have never had them before." She shook her head and continued stuffing her face while he asked another question.
"By the way were you talking to someone in the living room just now; I thought I heard something?" He said pulling on a clean pair of boxers before looking up at her and seeing her mouth full of french fries; she responded in a muffled sound and a dismissive wave.
'Must have been Vargas or something' He thought to himself, although the smell didn't seem connected to Vargas. Michael shrugged and thought he must have just been mistaken; he had yet to really get a handle on his heightened senses so, it was still hard to discern everything he sensed and categorize it consciously. 'I swear they must have turned me into a dog or something.' He thought amusedly before climbing onto the bed and leaning on the wall of the room that the bed was pushed against.
Michael looked over at Sarah and swore she was the most beautiful sight he had laid eyes upon. She sat there on the bed with her legs crossed, humming happily with her cheeks stuffed full of french fries; Her still damp hair was pulled over one shoulder— slightly wetting the large shirt that covered her body.
Although he enjoyed her naked body immensely— and would no doubt be stripping her naked once they were done eating— it felt oddly satisfying to see his shirt on her; like a conquistador's flag planted on some newly conquered shore. It felt so good that he knew she was his— 'she even said it herself.' He thought, feeling his lower body stir at the recent memory they had made not long ago in the bed they currently sat on.
Sarah felt his gaze on her and turned to look at him before swallowing her mouth full of french fries, she held one last one in her hand and looked between him and the french fry. With a smile she leaned over to him and held out the small piece of food in front of his mouth to feed it to him. He laughed at her innocent impulse to share with him, and ate the fry from her out stretched hand.
"Thank you, beautiful. Although I do have my own." He said with a warm smile to match hers. Her eyes glinted mischievously.
"These are yours." She said. He popped open his to-go box and saw that all of his fries were gone and looked up at hers and saw that there were barely any left. "Oh you are gonna pay for that!" He said, not able to hold back his laughter as he reached out and pulled her into his chest before she could escape out of his reach.
She squirmed and giggled as he kissed her and nipped at her neck and her lips, letting his hands roam beneath the shirt on her bare skin. He pulled up the shirt and delivered a hard spank on her bare bottom; earning a surprised yelp from her as she clung to him. "Michael, we have to eat…" She said quietly, not really wanting to stop as he spanked her again and she held back a moan.
"You're right, I am hungry and I know exactly what I want to eat." he said, pushing aside the food and flipping around to pin her front side against the wall he had been leaning against. She felt him slide up the shirt and pull her hips out so she was bent over; he then spread her ass apart to reveal her most sensitive parts. A moment later she felt his warm breath over her tender womanhood. Before she could get any words out his tongue plunged into her; dissolving her half-hearted protest into a delightedly purr.
Just as she was about to orgasm with his face pressed into her groin, she felt his tongue leave her and she made a pleading whimpering noise before she felt his tongue move up and start to tease around her puckering anus. She felt his thick fingers slide into her aching pussy while his tongue pushed into her other hole. His thumb suddenly found her throbbing clit and catapult her over the edge of an intense climax.
Her quivering and clenching womanhood squirt liquid onto his hands and the sheets of the bed as she lost herself. When she came down once again she felt him still playing with her holes, making her head spin. "Baby…it feels so good when you play with my asshole…" She moaned out in ecstasy. The fingers of his other hand pushed into her ass beside his tongue and made her gasp.
When she felt him finally withdraw from her tender holes she was barely able to piece together coherent thoughts. Then her eyes snapped open as she heard shuffling in the bed behind her followed by the hot, swollen head of his dick tapping against her tight anus. She yelped out and tried to reach back and push against his powerful body to keep him back.
"Baby, wait! You are too big—" Her protests were interrupted when he grabbed a handful of her hair and roughly turned her head and arched her back to look at him.
"Who do you belong to?" He half growled at her, aggressively. Her body quivered at his complete dominance over her, she gasped out in response; "You baby!"
"Who does this ass belong to?" He asked, planting another firm smack against her tender ass. She half yelled out in response, "You baby, every part of me is yours to play with and fuck…" Then in a smaller voice she whispered; "I—I'm just scared baby…you are so big…" Her voice was small and timid. Sarah was split between the desire to have him violently take her sensitive ass and the fear that it would undoubtedly hurt, at first.
He softened slightly and kissed her temple, whispering into her ear; "Don't worry. I wouldn't have chosen a mate that couldn't handle everything I could give her….Trust me, Sarah— I'll be gentle." His words bounced around in her head, making her body shudder and her womanhood and asshole clench.
'Mate…I am his mate…he chose me. He could have anyone, but he chose Me.' She thought to herself. Her primal desire to submit to him roared through her body; demanding she let him take her however he wished. She reached down and gripped his member with her hand and dragged it over her dripping wet pussy. Once enough of her juices covered the swollen head— she pumped along his shaft a few times to spread it all over his length before positioning it at her twitching anus, once again.
She looked back at him in with a primal, burning hunger to please him in her eyes. She nodded silently and he pushed slowly into her asshole. She closed her eyes and felt her jaw drop open as he gently stretched her wider than she thought was possible. There was pain and intense pleasure shooting up her body at the same time; by the time he was buried to the base inside of her she was almost sure that she was about to break— then he started thrusting.
"Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck, Oh FUCK!" She yelled out as he pumped in and out of her body, the pain slowly fading into a new— overwhelming pleasure. He smiled darkly at her.
"You like when I fuck your asshole, you dirty girl?" She groaned out in agreement and nodded her head vigorously while her body was assaulted with the new stimulation inside of her colon. "Yes baby, I love it. Please punish me while you fuck my ass." She pleaded out, lost in her primal lust. He obliged her request and started smacking her ass while he gripped her by the hair and roughly fucked her tight asshole.
Sarah wasn't sure how many times she came but through her lusty haze she felt him increasing the pace and grow harder and larger inside of her prior to his own orgasm. So she started to beg him for his cum, like a good little fuck toy. "Please baby, fill my ass with your cum. I fucking love feeling you cum inside of me, please baby— please cum for me." He growled in pleasure and sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her neck; biting with just enough pressure to keep the skin from breaking. She knew it would leave a mark and she fucking loved it. She wanted to be branded as his. She wanted to see it everytime she looked in a mirror and remember this moment.
She felt him burst like a dam inside of her, she pushed against his hips and tried to milk his cock for every drop it had. She screamed out in pleasure as she began to cum with him filling her up and biting on her neck painfully; Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she nearly passed out in the midst of her primal and dirty fantasies being fulfilled.
Her limp body crumpled against Michael as he was brought back to his senses. "Sarah?" he said, slowly pulling his spent manhood out of her and laying her back on the bed. She immediately turned and clung to him. He wrapped his arms around her when he felt her shaking like a leaf in a storm. "Sarah…are you ok?" he asked gently.
She nodded her head and stuttered out, "Y—yes baby…I just need a sec—second…" It was normal to feel vulnerable after she came down from an orgasm but this was a kind and intensity that she had experienced before. She love it but, she also felt like she was about to fall apart if he didn't hold her against his chest. After being taken so roughly in a previously unused area, she was weak and still slightly hurting now that the adreninallilne fueled lust had seeped out of her body. She rested her head against his chest and listened to the steady thump of his heart that was gradually slowing down from their previous activity.
Once her body calmed down, she looked up at him tenderly and gave him a kiss and asked in a small voice; "Can you help me get to the bathroom again, Michael?" She played with the dark hair of his mustache, while continuing; "I don't think I can walk…"
While that was the truth, it was also because she didn't want to separate herself from him; his presence and strength felt so good. "Of course, princess." He responded softly with a smile. He carried her to the bathroom and set her on the toilet, staying close by as she cleaned herself and relieved her bladder.
Once she was done she tugged on his hand and he picked her back up and moved back to the bed in the corner of the room. He laid her on the mattress, then climbed in after her. Michael sat against the wall while she sat in his lap and they both ate their hamburgers, talking quietly. After they were done Michael pulled the sheets and blanket over them.
"I love you, Michael." Sarah's small voice said, looking up at him with her hands rest on his chest— still draped in his shirt.
"I love you to, Sarah." He said, pulling her into his lips. Sarah couldn't imagine life without him anymore. He had changed her world so much in such a short time. She wanted to spend every moment she could, enveloped in his warmth. She had seen the old movies and read books about love but, she had never realized what it was really like to want another person with every part of yourself. Not until he came into her life.
Sarah and Michael drifted off to sleep with thoughts of each other floating through their heads.
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