Chapter 47 MOANING HIS NAME
Ginnie
I felt my walls clench around Varkos, my body already adjusting to his size. He was so much more than I had ever felt before, so much more than I had ever dared to imagine. His dominance made me feel both powerless and powerful in his arms.
He began to move, his hips rocking into me in a steady rhythm that had me moaning his name. His hand slid up to my throat, his grip firm but gentle as he held me in place. “You’re all mine,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine. “Mine to love, mine to fuck. And I’ll be the only one to ever fuck you.”
I nodded, my eyes glazed over with lust. “I’m all yours,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.
Varkos’s grip tightened slightly, a possessive smile playing on his lips. He began to move faster, his hips slamming into me, which had me crying out. Each thrust sent pain through me, my body responding to his thrusts in a very naughty way.
But the pain was mixed with something else, something darker and more primal. It was a feeling of belonging, of being claimed. As he moved, whispering dirty words into my ear, I realized that I liked every bit of it. I liked the way he took what he wanted from me, the way he marked me as his own.
My nails dug into the bedsheets as he fucked me, his strokes growing more punishing. My orgasm was building again, the tension coiling in my stomach. “Don’t stop…” I moaned, my voice needy. “More.”
Varkos’s eyes darkened, his grip on my throat tightening just enough to make me gasp. “Beg me not to stop,” he growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Tell me how much you want daddy’s cock.”
I whimpered, my body responding to his words like it was a drug, “I want it,” I begged, my voice trembling. “I want daddy’s cock so badly.”
Varkos’s eyes lit up with victory, and his strokes grew even more demanding. “That’s my good girl,” he praised, his voice thick with lust. “Keep begging.”
I did as he asked, my voice hoarse and needy as I pleaded for more. His hands on my throat sent waves of dark excitement crashing through me, and I knew that I was his now—completely and utterly.
And then, without warning, he did something that made my body respond in a way I had never felt before. Varkos slammed into me with a force so intense that it was almost painful, and I felt a sudden rush of wetness between my legs. My pussy clenched around him as if trying to keep him there, never to let him go. The sensation was overwhelming, like a dam breaking, and I screamed out his name, and a mix of pleasure and shock washed over me.
“You like that, don’t you? You little slut?” He growled, his voice thick with desire. He didn’t wait for my response, just kept thrusting into me, his cock hitting me in the deepest parts of me. It was as if he wanted to claim every inch of me, to fill me so completely that I’d never forget who I belonged to.
And with every thrust, with every dirty word that spilled from his lips, I found myself getting wetter, begging for more. “Yes,” I moaned, my voice coming out as a low whisper. “I like it.”
Varkos’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and he began to fuck me harder, his hips slamming into me with an almost brutal force. The dirty names he called me only served to fuel the fire burning inside me. Without warning, he reached down and hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, pulling me even closer to him. The new angle sent his cock deep into me, the feeling so intense I could barely breathe.
His hand left my throat, and he grabbed onto my hip, holding me in place as he pounded into me. The sensation was unreal, my body stretching to accommodate him. I could feel every inch of him, and the pleasure was so intense that I was on the edge of pain. But it was a good pain, a pain that made me feel alive, wanted, and claimed.
Varkos’s eyes were like molten lava, burning into my soul as he watched me come apart beneath him. His hands on my hip were like an anchor, keeping me in place as he used my body for his own pleasure. And yet, in that moment, I felt more connected to him than I ever had before.
He pulled out suddenly, and I gasped, feeling the loss of his heat immediately. He stared at me, his eyes filled with desire as he took in the sight of my trembling body, my swollen pussy glistening with need. I could see the question in his eyes. The silent demand for me.
“Please,” I begged, my voice desperate. “Put it back in….I want more.” Varkos’s eyes widened with surprise at my words, his grip on my hip tightening. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of my flushed skin and trembling body before leaning to whisper in my ear.
“I want you to hear you beg me.”
I took in a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. “Daddy, please” I whimpered, my voice trembling with desire. “Please, fill me again.”
Varkos’s eyes darkened further, his gaze raking over my body. He reached out and slapped my pussy lightly, sending a jolt through my entire body. “Beg for it, Ginnie.” He growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. I gasped, the sudden pain turning into a burst of pleasure that had me begging for more.
“Varkos, please,” I whimpered, my voice needy with lust, “fuck me from behind.” His eyes gleamed with approval, his smile predatory as he positioned himself behind me. He grabbed my hips, pulling me onto all fours. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.