Minato pulls out, his cock glistening with my arousal, and flips me onto my back, spreading my legs wide.
"I want to see your face when you cum," he growls, his voice a dark promise as he thrusts into me again, the new angle hitting deeper, making me scream,
"Ahhhhhhh! Yes, just like that!" My breasts bounce wildly with each thrust, their weight adding to the sensory overload, my nipples aching as he leans down, sucking one into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.
"Mmmmmm! Minato!" I moan, my body trembling, my pleasure amplified by his touch, his dominance.
He fucks me harder, his thrusts brutal, his cock hitting spots that make my vision blur.
"You're my fucking slut, Mikasa," he growls, his hand spanking my thigh, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through me.
"This pussy belongs to me… say it." I moan, "Ohhhhh! It's yours, Minato! Fuck me with that massive cock!" My body is a symphony of sensation—my breasts jiggling, my ass bouncing as he lifts my hips, pounding into me with a force that makes the bed shake.
My fingers work my clit, the pleasure building to a breaking point, my moans a cacophony of lust— "Ahhhhhhh! I'm feeling so good!"
He's everything, I think, my mind consumed by the pleasure. No one's ever fucked me like this… no one ever will. The thought of Eren, his pain, his jealousy, is a distant flicker, overshadowed by the ecstasy Minato is wringing from me.
I'll deal with him later, I decide, my resolve firm. When Minato's gone… but for now, I'm his. The thought makes me surrender fully, my body yielding to his dominance, my mind lost in the pleasure.
Minato pulls out again, guiding me to straddle him. "Ride me, you dirty kunoichi," he commands, lying back, his cock standing proud, glistening with our combined arousal.
I climb onto him, my thighs straddling his hips, and lower myself onto his massive length, my moan a long, drawn-out "Ohhhhhhh!" as he fills me again.
I begin to move, my hips rocking, my breasts bouncing wildly as I ride him, the sight driving Minato wild.
"Fuck, your tits," he groans, his hands gripping my hips, guiding my movements.
"Look at them bouncing… so fucking gorgeous." His hand comes down on my ass, the crack making me cry out, "Mmmmmm! Yes, Minato!"
My pleasure is a tidal wave, each movement sending waves of ecstasy through me. My breasts jiggle with every rise and fall, the motion hypnotic, my nipples aching as they graze the air.
"I love your big dick!" I moan, my voice hoarse, my hips grinding, my clit rubbing against his pelvis, amplifying the pleasure until it's unbearable. This is the best I've ever had, I think, my mind drunk on lust. Eren could never… never.
The thought is a betrayal, but I don't care. The pleasure is too much, too perfect, and I want more.
Minato flips me again, pulling me into a spooning position, his body curled around mine as he thrusts into me from behind, his cock hitting new angles that make me scream,
"Ahhhhhhh! Minato, you're so big!" His hand reaches around, pinching my nipple, spanking my ass, each touch pushing me closer to the edge.
"You're my fucking whore, Mikasa," he growls, his voice rough with lust. "This pussy's mine… scream it." I moan, "Mmmmmm! Yes, it's yours… fuck me, Minato!" My body is trembling, my pleasure a wildfire, my moans a symphony of lust— "Ohhhhh! Fuck, yes! I'm feeling so good!"
My climax hits like a storm, my body convulsing as I scream, "Ahhhhhhh! Minato!" The pleasure is white-hot, all-consuming, my core clenching around his cock, milking him as waves of ecstasy crash over me.
My ass jiggles with the aftershocks, my breasts heaving, my body slick with sweat.
Minato follows moments later, his thrusts erratic as he groans my name, his release hot and overwhelming.
"Mikasa… fuck," he gasps, his hands gripping my hips as he spills inside me.
I collapse against him, my body quivering, my chest heaving, my skin hypersensitive. I'm his, I think, my mind a haze of satisfaction. As long as he's here, I'm his. Eren's presence is a distant afterthought, his jealousy irrelevant in the face of this pleasure. I'll deal with him later, I think, my body still humming, my core still pulsing.
Minato hand rests on my hip, a promise of more, and I know I'm not done. "Again," I whisper, my voice a filthy plea, and his smirk tells me he's far from finished.
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