EroticReverie

Saint

There’s a feeling in my chest as I watch Anastasia. I’ve waited so long for this. For her. She’s drowned in her need, and my cock drowned inside of her perfect cunt and all of its arousal as she rides me. Perfect. So fucking perfect. 

I already know once it’s over that she’ll deny me again. Go back to pretending she hates me and the way I love her and look after her. But right now, my little ballerina is too drunk on the feeling of my cock inside her. Too desperate for the way it feels to belong to a man like me. She loves it. Deep down, my pretty little ballerina loves belonging to me. 

I don’t thrust. I don’t move anything other than my hands on her perfect skin along her waist and hips. She’s been eating well. Her weight back up. Her body divine. She was still small. I liked her that way. But that bastard Miles had made her insecure and she’d begun to starve herself because of it. Now she was her perfect self again. Because of me. For me. Even if I had to coerce her into getting there. 

Her face is stunning as she seeks her pleasure on my cock. My eyes studying every single way her lips part , every pinch and lift of her eyebrows. I study every little version of her beautiful sex faces. They’re much better than the angry ones she gave me before. Or the one with tears in her eyes. 

“Oh God” she whimpers and I groan as her hips buck and she grinds with my cock inside of her. My hands on her hips to feel her flesh and feel the movement of those hips taking everything they want and need. 

“You don’t call anyone’s name but mine Little Ballerina, not even Gods” I groan and she whimpers. 

“But I’ll be your god if you need me to Little Ballerina” I groan and she sinks her teeth into her lower lip. 

“Do you enjoy fucking me Little Ballerina?” I ask and my hands slip to her ass and she moans as I pull her and thrust into her and she lets out a loud cry. 

“Answer me” I growl. Knowing she still doesn’t want to admit it. Even if her actions show me the answer. 

“Yes” she answers with a frustrated cry. 

“Yes you do. And one day you’ll make love to me, one day you’ll need my cock like you need the air in your lungs ,sweet Anastasia” I tell her as I thrust again, again. Meeting her as she comes down on my cock, her little yelps and cries driving me mad with lust. 

“One day you’ll admit how much you love me right back , how much you love me taking care of you, and admit you know that nobody can love you like I can little ballerina, and you’ll love me back…so much…and I’ll marry you…you’ll say yes because you want nothing more than to belong to me…and we’ll make children together, all of them as perfect as you are” I groan. 

“One day you’ll stop pretending that you don’t love everything I’ve done for you, to protect you, and one day you’ll ask me for things, ask me to do things for you in the name of love, and I’ll do them all for you Little Ballerina…I’d burn the entire world down for you, no questions asked” I groan and she clenches around my cock and I groan even louder. 

She loves it. She loves the way I need her. The way I love her. She loves knowing she’s my little ballerina.

“Saint” she moans and I grunt and thrust harder and she screams. 

“Ow!!” She cries. “Too-hard” she cries. 

“Not hard enough” I counter and keep thrusting. Serving her hard, loving thrusts. Claiming her viciously.

“Ow , stop, stop!” She cries and tries to push off me but then I’m moving and putting her on her back and grabbing her wrists and placing them above her head as my entire weight slams down with my hips. Driving violently into her. Her screams are fucking beautiful. Watching her. Listening to her respond to how much I fucking love her. 

“No! Stop!” She screams. But I don’t. I can’t. I won’t. She needs to feel how much I love her. How I can’t live without her. She needs to feel me. She needs to know she’s mine. To be reminded that she will always belong to me. 

“Saint! Please!” She cries. Her eyes filling with tears as she winces and fights me. But her flailing legs and the way she struggles are no match for me or my love for her. 

“Stop!” She screams and I groan and my cock plunges hard into her. My hips jerking as I cum. Letting myself go. Spilling into her. I slam my hips into her once more with the last drops of my love emptying inside of her. 

She’s crying. Whimpering and not looking at me. Shaking. 

“Never tell me to stop making love to you, because I won’t. I’ll never stop” I say and slide out of her and dip down and kiss the top of her head and then slide off her and lay down and pull her to me. She fights it. But I wrap her up in my arms tightly and hold her to me. 

“You raped me. Again.” She says angrily. 

“I’ve never done any such thing. You know that. Your body knows it’s mine Anastasia. And I’ll love you hard, everytime, harder if I must” I say and my cock hardly softens at all before it’s raging again to be back inside of her. 

“Saint, no” she whimpers as I turn her onto her stomach and then hover over her. 

“Shhhh, just let me love you Little Ballerina” I whisper as I slide my cock back inside of her.