SEX WITH THE VIRGIN MAID by KIARI HORSFALL

Claiming Her "Would you letCara?" He repeated with a gruff voice like someone who has been starved for a very long tbut Hera remained silent. She didn't understand why he kept on asking her to go on. They had already cthis far and if she didn't want him to go on, she would've stopped him a long tago.

"I told you I want to savor you. Memorize you and brand you." He only uttered a soft but strained chuckle. "But i won't go further unless you tellto." She kissed his forehead. "You can Bryce. You can go further. I'm not planning on stopping you." She encouraged. "In this I will have my way. We'll just see how long you can hold out." Hera had since lost control over her body where he was concerned, and strangely, she didn't mourn the loss.

He pressed his erection against her and she gasped. She rubbed her chest against his, urging him on. He moaned and bit into her collarbone. His hands were everywhere, all over her. Every so often he paused to simply look at her, or to whisper erotic promises in her ear but always, he left her aching for more.

"You feel so good against me, Cara. I have to touch more of you." He whispered seductively in a low tone. "Yes, yes," She groaned and then, "No, no," When he did. She was on fire for him. She was literally burning.

His tongue licked and sucked her exposed neck and chest. He kneaded her butt. She writhed; she melted into him; when she couldn't take it anymore, she tried to force his hands where she needed them the most, but he always thwarted her efforts by drawing his palms a safe distance away.

"Bryce it's too much." She moaned, her voice whiny.

His laugh was a taut, desperate purr. His hands dipped inside her bra but instead of cupping and squeezing as he so ravenously craved, he teased a fingertip around her hardened nipple.

The action only increased her frustration, her need. How was he doing this to her? Why was he doing this to her? Making her want, need and crave more? She shuddered slightly when he grazed the tip of her waiting nipple with his teeth. Her hips jerked, and she almost cagain. "Yes, there. Right there! Do that again." She didn't know if any of the words she spewed made sense but she couldn't help it. She needed skind of release. Whether frantic or not.

He gave her other nipple the streatment. A light grazing, followed quickly by the heat of his tongue. Her lower body arched into him. Just one more touch. One more.

"Where else do you need me?" He demanded, all touches ceased.

"Everywhere, Bryce. I don't know." Instinctively, she reached between their bodies and wrapped her trembling hand around the hardness of his crotch. He didn't mutter a single word as he stared down at her.

Watching his face intently, she led his hand to the juncture between her legs and guided his fingers through my bare womanhood. Then she rocked forward.

Contact. She needed contact. She moaned at the action.

His hand darted away. He growled and followed. In the next instant, she heard fabric rip, felt the cool air. He has lost the last of his control. Hera was suddenly completely naked and flat on her back. Bryce discarded his remnant of his own clothes quickly and was suddenly naked.

He stood over her, his chest heaving, his dick ready. His hair seemed lighter than a ray of sunshine, and his eyes... his eyes were blazing with passion, bright and crystalline. He gazed down at her body, at her spread legs and wet arousal that was laid bare for him. "You amaze me," He said. Muscles bunching, he knelt and crawled over her. They both gasped as skin met skin.

"I'd hoped to prolong this, to prolong our pleasure, but you are drivingcrazy with your little moans and your bold caresses Cara." He rocked himself against her, careful not to enter her.

He kissed her breasts, dragged his teeth over her nipples, and positioned himself for penetration. He poised himself at the precipice, not actually pushing inside.

His teeth clenched. "Once I take you, you are mine Hera. My woman. No other man can have you, Cara." "Yours." She agreed on a moan, not caring about the consequences of such a vow.

"I'll kill any man that you allow privilege to your body ever again." He swore. "I'll kill any man that comes close to you." "I won't, I promise. I am yours, Bryce." She vowed, her head clouded, surrounded by him.

And then, he plunged inside her.

A scream erupted from her throat as she heard him groan. There was a burn...so much burn. Bryce noticed her discomfort and held still. Her nails scratched his back as his lips crushed into hers in the physical act of taking and giving. Then, he started moving.

He was so big and thick inside her, sliding in and out. He filled her completely. Passion uncurled with his every movement, seeking total satisfaction, total control.

She used the strength of her legs.

and rolled him to his back so she could ride him, so she could command the depth of his penetration, the swiftness of their pace. Then, she cried out and not with pleasure when the position caused more discomfort "It's okay, baby. I've got you." He groaned as he maneuvered her onto her back. "I've got you Cara." He assured her.

His hands slid from her hips to grasp her ass and jerk her tighter against him. He began moving faster. Faster still. Each stroke a more memorable one than the last.

"Oh God, Bryce!!" She gasped as he ground against her hard. Perfectly. Deeply.

He reached between their bodies and circled her clitoris with his thumb. A small scream tore from her throat. Her inner walls tightened and spasmed against him, and he moved faster. Harder. Deeper. It was too much. Too much.

Bryce didn't relent. Instead, he deepened his thrusts the more. It beca wild coupling as Brycen pounded her deeper into the mattress. Owning and claiming every bit of her with each stroke that he took. "Arh!" Loud cries tore from her throat repeatedly. Finally, she understood what he meant when he said he'll take all that she was willing to give and more. He wasn't joking about that.

The tension he was building in her with his rhythm was too much, that she alternated between clutching onto him and trying to push him away. His thrusts didn't slow but seemed to fly off the scales. Too much tension built....built... built......... And snapped! "Bryyyyce!" Another scream tore from her throat when an orgasm yanked at her so forcefully, it catapulted her to the stars, this one stronger than the last. Sobs tore from her throat as she writhed beneath him, clutching at him, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Only when he heard his nrip from his throat did he cwith a harsh groan. When the last pulse subsided, he collapsed on top of her, pressing her deep into the mattress.

He must have realized that he was knocking the last breath away from her exhausted body because he suddenly rolled over taking her with him. They laid side by side.

Hera passed out after that. If not, she would have noticed the way his eyes caressed her face

affectionately. She would have committed such intense unguarded look of blatant possession into m memory one that would've told her that the man lying down next to her had given himself to her in more ways than one and have claimed her to be his woman.