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I breathe and dip my head in response.

"Good girl. Show me how much you liked it, then."

I laugh a full-bellied laugh. "I thought you'd never ask." Silas stands, his throbbing, hard cock extended to my face. I trail my fingers down his stomach to his hardness, stopping to marvel at how sensitive he is.

It's my turn to smile triumphantly as I lick the tip slowly, relishing in how he winces and curls his hands possessively into my hair.

I reach out to cup his balls as he pulls me toward him, compelling me to take more of him in my mouth. He begins thrusting. I massage his balls with one hand and grab a hip with the other, gurgling as his thrusts become paced.

My throat opens deeper, all muscles relaxing, and I suck in inch by inch. My head bobs up and down, spit pooling around the base and dripping down the chin. I don't care about the mess, and by the look of divine pleasure on Silas's face, he doesn't either.

He thrusts forward, moving quicker and quicker, rocking his hips into my face and holding my hair for dear life. I gag and gurgle as he shoves himself down my throat, but I go on, too excited to stop.

"Ah," he finally snarls, pushing me away all too quickly and grasping the couch for balance. He looks into the want in my eyes. I know he's teetering on the edge.

"Bend over," he commands me.

I oblige, getting on my hands and knees on the rug, displaying the extent of my naked desire to him.

"Perfect," he breathes, running a finger down my spine.

"Don't torment me, Silas."

From the table, Finn chuckles as he nurses his drink.

Silas runs a finger all over my dripping pussy, pausing to pinch my clit. I moan harder and arch against his hand. "Please!"

"That's right, tell me what you want," he murmurs, pinching with extra force.

"Oh, I want you to fuck me," I almost howl. "Fuck me as hard as you can!"

I look over my shoulder to see him grinning. He leans down, grabs my hips, and whispers into my ear. "Then, I'm going to fuck you just like you should be fucked. Long, slow, and so hard you'll forget the pleasures of walking."

The raw intensity of his voice makes me moan at the same instant as he inserts his cock into me, no slow build-up, no playing around. He fills me completely and thrusts, slamming so intensely I think I'm going to faint.

"Yes!" I scream, my pussy holding and clenching his cock, begging him to use it for his pleasure and release me in the process. His fingernails dig into my hips, gripping me for balance as his shaft slides in and out.

"You feel so good," he groans, relishing in how my pussy tightens around him, an orgasm tearing me apart, reducing me to nothing but the night's air. "Tight, hot, gorgeous."

I keep moaning, pushing back against him as he thrusts into me. His grip becomes stronger, almost too strong, just shy of being painful.

"Fuck me," I tell him, now singularly focused on his release. "Fuck me just like that!"

Oh, he does. I'm almost wailing as his cock ravages me. I can hear his hips hit my skin, filling the room with the sounds of our fucking.

"I'm going to come," he groans. He moves faster, slamming into me as my moans become cries, then breathless pants. Then, he pulls out, throbbing and pulsing against my aching, fresh-out-of-a-climax core, releasing rope after rope of hot cum against it.

Ever so slowly, I relax onto the rug, turning over. My hair hangs in a lazy halo around my face. I'm smiling contentedly.

Finn brings a cashmere throw and joins me on the rug, wrapping me until I'm snug. Silas gets his trousers back on and leaves for a quick minute, only to return with a cup full of something that smells intensely heady.

He extends it to me. The fumes are coming from sweet milk tea, the earthy notes complimented by ginger, cinnamon, and I think nutmeg. I take a sip and sigh. "Wow."

"Something beautiful for someone beautiful," Silas smiles.

"Corny much?" Finn laughs at him. "But I have to agree. So, what are we doing for dinner?"

We eventually peel ourselves off the cozy rug, the laughter and lightness of the moment lingering like a warm embrace. I slip into Silas's shirt, feeling the shift in the room as hunger makes its presence known.

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