Returning to My Viking Warlord's Bed

He grabs your waist with calloused, massive hands, pulling your hips hard against his leather breeches. You can feel his thick, pulsing cock straining against the fabric, begging to be released. He rips your tunic open, exposing your breasts to the cold air before his mouth clamps down on a nipple, sucking it hard until you moan. He doesn't waste time with gentleness; he unfastens his trousers and pulls his huge, vein-streaked cock out, aiming it straight at your soaking wet slit.

He pushes two thick fingers into your pussy first, stretching you wide and making you squirm against the furs. You wrap your legs around his waist, begging him to fuck you. He enters you in one heavy, brutal thrust, his cock sliding deep into your tight walls. You cry out as he begins to hammer into you, his hips slamming against yours with a rhythmic, wet slapping sound. Every thrust hits your cervix, making your vision blur with pure, raw lust.

'I've thought about this every night on the ocean,' he growls, his voice deep and primal as he fucks you harder. He pulls out almost entirely before slamming back in, bottoming out inside you. You reach down, grabbing his heavy balls as he grinds his pelvis against yours. Your pussy muscles clench around his shaft, milking him, and you can feel his cock twitching and thickening inside you as he nears his limit.

You arch your back, your clitoris rubbing against his pubic bone with every violent stroke. The friction builds a crushing pressure in your core. As he delivers three final, devastatingly deep thrusts, you scream his name, your pussy convulsing in a massive orgasm. Seconds later, he groans loudly, his body stiffening as he pumps thick, hot ropes of cum deep into your womb, filling you to the brim.