The cry punched out of her sharp and involuntary, her back arching, fresh milk spurting hot against his tongue as her body bucked into the sensation.
He released the breast with a slow, wet pull and surged upward.
His mouth sealed over hers — deep, filthy, tongue stroking hers while she was still processing the sting — and he whispered it directly into the kiss.
"It's mine."
He wrapped one hand around his cock — nine inches of veined, flushed heat — and pressed the blunt head against her slick, dark-haired entrance.
Her thighs were still spread wide. He hooked one knee over his elbow, opening her further, the bush of hair parting around his cockhead as it nudged the glistening folds apart.
She trembled violently.
Her entire body — from her bitten nipples to the soles of her feet — twitched and shook as the blunt, hot pressure nudged her folds wider.
"Kenji… what are you doing?" Her voice cracked, small and confused, half-trapped in the fog of his spell. "It hurts…"
