Free Sergey: Love Me Harder by Serena Simpson

chocolate eyes flipped. His eyes were no longer those of the male. His beast looked at her. She’d seen the beast before. The three males in the desert had changed at the last minute, covering her body completely before the gas had taken over the tiny house they had been in.
    She’d shied away from the memory. She couldn’t shy away from the eyes that held her now.
    Not breaking eye contact, she moved to the other nipple and repeated her sucking and biting. All the while watching the beast. His eyes dilated in pleasure. He wanted her as much as the male did.
    She gave a moan of her own as that realization made its way into her mind. Both of them wanted her and she wanted them, him. They were one and they were hers. She wasn’t giving up the one thing she’d found, even if her mind was telling her that she didn’t deserve anyone this special.
    She backed up, not wanting to wait any longer, and ran her hot center over his hard cock. His body bucked like an electrical current had just been run through it.
    “Feel something you want?” She asked.
    He growled and placed his hands on her hips, lifting her.
    “I’m so wet.” She stuck a finger inside of her throbbing pussy and drew it back soaked. Before she could act, he had her finger in his mouth, sucking on it.
    She gave a moan of pleasure. He lifted her further, placing her hot center over the tip of his hard cock. She tried to plunge downward, but he held her tight.
    She gave a moan of frustration before he began to lower her a little at a time. She could feel the pressure of him against her lips. She bit her tongue as he lowered her, breaking through a bit at a time. She tried to hurry, but he prolonged it, breeching her ever so slowly. Her aching pussy was weeping from the slowness of his infiltration.
    Every incredible inch of him made her want him more. His thickness touched every wall of her tight sheath, even as he plunged in deeper. She was filled and still he kept sinking. How deep was her hungry pussy? Who cared? She wanted every yummy inch of him. He finally bottomed out, taking any usable air with him.
    She gasped, trying to moan. Then he lifted her, allowing her to drop down onto his thick cock. She forgot about moaning and screamed her pleasure to the four walls around her. She met him thrust for hard thrust, working his long length in her body.
    The walls of her pussy tightened around his cock. She needed to hold on, she told her body, as she bounced up and down on him. She needed to last, she told herself, as she felt him pounding inside of her, giving her everything she’d ever dreamed of and so much more.
    Not yet, she told her aching nipples which he was sucking on. This needed to last. It was too damn good to end now. With effort, she changed the way she was thrusting on him to prolong the intense pleasure.
    The change brought his thickness right against her pleasure spot. The pleasure increased tenfold. She tightened around him. His hands grabbed her hips again working them on his cock.
    Rational thought flew. She was nothing, but a bundle of nerve endings. She moved faster, craving what he was giving her. She begged for release. Begged to be set free from the limitations of her body.
    She plunged down as he plunged up and she creamed as her body broke apart again. She flew. Her body shattered and her voice screamed her pleasure to the high heavens.
    She felt him when his body came apart for her. The gush of his seed inside of her set her off again. Her moans were mixed with the deep groans that came from him.
    His deep moans were music to her ears.
    Minutes, months, years later she lifted her head and looked down at him. “Hey.”
    “Hey, yourself.” His voice rumbled deep with contentment.
    She squirmed, still connected to him. He took his hand and placed it on her rear.
    “Keep that up and you’ll be getting another dose of me.”
    She blushed. “Bring it on.”
    He flicked his hips upward. “I do believe you’re sore.”
    “I’ve