Dylan Murphy<br/>Location: GPC<br/>Tagged: Lucy Martin<br/><br/>Finally the darkness took him.  His young lover writhing on his shaft as he so ably drove into her repeatedly, deeper each thrust.  His hips rotating at the end of each stroke , though holding back just a little from stuffing her tender sex too full; he wondered if she ached , but he did not care anymore, the need was consuming him now.  Her words, spurring him on to even greater passion , his eyes bored into her soul now looking down , their gazes fixed to each other except when they kissed.<br/><br/>But the kissing was over for now , his overwhelming hunger ever more intense, his gaze raw with lust.  His  hands lifted her legs now, bringing her legs up over his shoulders, and leaning forward, nearly folding the girl in half as he plunged into her repeatedly.  His hands now free, his strong right hand to her breast, kneading; his left one to her throat, resting lightly at first as he claimed her deeper and deeper with each thrust, and then squeezing ever so lightly, but seeing the look in her eyes as his animal lust drove him to utterly take her, like a beast mating.<br/><br/><br/>It occurred to him that he should have warned her, but it was too late, his capacity for verbal communication was all but gone for now.  Now his hands switched places, his right gently to her throat, lightly squeezing and caressing , his left going down to her sex, massaging her clit tenderly, watching her writhe on his shaft.  Once she looked to be close, he could hold back no more.  With great strain  he managed to warn her the best he could "Fill.. you..."  he would have a hard time stopping now, he could feel his seed rising in him ready to be released into her.   She had said don't stop, and he would not; holding her down as he exploded into her as he thrust deep into her., greedily taking her He groaned loudly, closer to a shout, as stream after stream filled his young lover.  Only then would he feel a tinge of guilt for not having stopped to ask her on her protection status, but only a tinge<br/><br/>His bestial thirst finally blunted, now his strokes grew more romantic and tender.  Soon he had let down her legs and then lowered himself onto her, his body close to her again, grinding his whole body up against her his chest to her breasts, his mouth to her collar bone, to her neck, to her ear, and then to her mouth.  Kisising her hungrily as he still throbbed inside her and stroked deep inside her , slowing but not stopping