Eternal Flames of Devotion
Mark had planned a surprise date for Ava, and it was everything she could have hoped for. They went on a hike up a mountain trail that led to a breathtaking view of the ocean skyline. The scenery was absolutely magical, and Ava felt like she had stepped into a fairy tale.
As they hiked up the trail, Ava couldn't help but feel enchanted by the surroundings. Monkeys swung from tree to tree, their calls echoing through the jungle. The lush greenery of the bamboo and towering trees overlapped the pathway, creating an ethereal canopy above them. Butterflies of every color flitted about, their wings glinting in the sunlight.
Mark took Ava's hand and led her through this enchanting forest, and every now and then, he would stop and gaze at her with pure adoration. "You know, baby girl," he said, "you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. You have a smile that could light up the darkest room and a laugh that makes my heart skip a beat."
Ava felt her heart swell with love for this man. "You're just saying that," she said, but Mark shook his head.
"No, I mean it. Every time I look at you, I can't believe how lucky I am to have you in my life."
As they climbed higher, the air grew cooler, and the scenery became even more stunning. The jungle opened up, revealing a breathtaking view of the sea below. The sun was beginning to set behind it, casting a golden glow over everything.
Ava was taken away. She had never seen anything like it before. As they stood before the setting sun, its fiery orb slipping below the horizon, Ava was breathless. The ocean stretched out before them, a shimmering expanse of crystal blue, its gentle waves lapping against the shore. The sky was awash with hues of crimson and gold, and the clouds were ablaze with color as if painted by the hand of a divine artist.
"This is wondrous," Ava whispered, her eyes wide with wonder.
Mark wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. "Not as wondrous as you," he said, his voice soft and full of admiration.
Ava leaned into him, feeling a sense of tranquility envelop her. In that moment, nothing else existed, only the two of them, together, in this beautiful moment.
As they stood there, the silence was broken by Mark's voice, trembling with emotion. "Ava, my love," he said, his eyes fixed on hers. "I cannot imagine my life without you. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
Ava felt her heart swell with joy, her eyes brimming with tears. "Yes, Mark," she said, her voice quivering with emotion. "I will marry you."
Mark knelt before her, his eyes fixed on hers as he opened a small box, revealing a diamond ring that sparkled in the fading light.
"By heaven, Ava, this ring doth pale in comparison to the light that thou bringest into my life," Mark said, his voice resonant with passion. "Wilt thou accept it and pledge thy heart and soul to me?”
Ava took the ring from the box, her heart bursting with love. "A thousand times yes," she said, her voice filled with emotion.
As Mark slipped the ring onto her finger, Ava felt a sense of overwhelming joy, as if her heart were about to burst with happiness. For her, it was a moment that Shakespeare himself would have described as "a thousand sweet thoughts throng to the heart, and make it break with an excess of bliss."
As they embraced, the sunset seemed to intensify, the colors deepening and becoming even more magnificent. It was as if the universe itself was celebrating their love, rejoicing in the moment.
For Ava, it was a moment she would never forget, a moment that would remain etched in her heart forever. As they walked hand in hand back to her apartment, she knew that their love was eternal and that they would face whatever the future held together, bound by an unbreakable bond of passion and devotion.
As they entered the door, Mark stares at Ava’s well-rounded ass. His cock grew harder and harder with each step she took. He began to throb for her. He grabs her by her waist and pulls her to him. Ava feels his bulging cock pressing against her ass. His hands play with her nipples as he whispers in her ear, “I want to fuck you so bad.” Ava smiled in shyness.
“Fuckk, if you only knew how bad I want to force my fat cock in your tiny little hole. Make you less worthless.” Mark moaned while outlining the lips of her pussy.
Ava loved this. She love feeling owned and commanded by Mark, something she didn’t get quite often. She reveled in the feeling of Mark's strong hands on her body, commanding her every move. She loved being owned by him, submitting to his every desire and whim.
As Mark's lips left a trail of hot kisses on her neck, Ava let out a low moan of desire. “Mark, fucking hell" she whispered, "I had no idea I could feel like this."
Mark looked up at her with a smile, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "There's so much more to come, princess," he said in a voice that was both alluring and seductive. "Let's explore this together, shall we?"
Ava felt a sense of trepidation mingled with excitement at the prospect of what lay ahead. "Yes," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to experience everything with you."
Did marriage do all this to Mark? Ava wondered.
Mark took her in his arms once more and threw her on the bed. Ava felt like a piece of meat to him and she loved it. He started tracing the contours of her body with a delicate precision. Ava felt a sense of elation coursing through her, as she surrendered herself to the intensity of the sensations that Mark was invoking within her.
Ava's breath became shallow and erratic, as his teeth grazed her skin, arousing her senses and eliciting an all-encompassing surge of pleasure that swept through her entire body.
Desperate for more of his touch, Ava pulled him closer, yielding herself to the intense sensations that had taken a hold of her. Mark responded eagerly, his body pressing tightly against hers.
He slid his hand down and parted her with three of his fingers. He found her clit, rubbing it in small circles. “Fuck, yes Daddy” Ava screamed as she felt every ounce of independence leave her body. She was his.
He started unbuckling his pants, his belt making a sound that Ava could get used to hearing.
His big cock bulged through his pants. Ava couldn’t wait to see how hard he was for her. He put his hands on the edge of her lips, commanding her to spit in his hand. He rubbed her spit all over his thick cock. Ava loved his cock. The veins, the color, the thickness, she could go on and on about the features of his cock that made her feel so weak.
She looked on as he grabs his cock to shove inside of her.
“I don’t think your little pretty pussy can handle me today, my love.” Mark smiled knowing the pleasurable pain he was about to bring upon her. She thought she was ready. But then, she felt him. His cock parted her body, barely fitting in her hole, but he wasn’t going to stop. She kept screaming. The more she screamed, the more he forced himself into her. She loved this side of Mark. Before all of his inches were in, Ava already came. Her body couldn’t handle him. All her sensations came crashing down on her. Just a few seconds, into feeling him expand her, she was screaming from pleasure. She was done, but he was just getting started. He began to fuck her. Using her at his disposal.
“Do you want to feel my hard cock pumping a huge fucking load inside of you, my pretty girl?” Mark moaned under his breath.
Little did Mark know, this was one of Ava’s many deep dark kinks. To be used and filled at a man’s desire.
‘God, yes. I want your cum so fucking bad.’ He did it again, he gave her long hard strokes. Her wetness coated his thick cock. His upward curve hitting every nerve in her body, making her tremble in pleasure. She was ready for his cum, She cried out against his lips and was lost. As they moved together, their bodies entwined in a sensuous dance, Ava couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the moment. It was as if they were creating a work of art together, a masterpiece of passion and desire that would endure for eternity. The taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her so close against him, skin to skin. Time and space cease to exist. There was only her. He felt his obsession grow stronger as he released inside of her. Using her in this way was now his newborn hobby, an addiction. She couldn’t help but cum together with him again. He smiled as she came again, “What a slut you are. You’re so fucking hot.” Her body was exhausted.
Finally, as they lay spent and sated in each other's arms, Mark looked at Ava with a sense of profound satisfaction. “You are a work of art, my dear,” he said, his voice a tender caress. “And I am honored to have had a part in creating it with you.”