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She lets out an agonized moan. "Please," she begs. "I need you."

"Patience," I purr against her ear.

"Torturer," she replies.

"Look at you, trying to command me," I tell her, thrusting three fingers inside her willing core. "I think you're forgetting who's in charge, Em."

She lets out a moan immediately. I curl my hand around and cup her ass before spanking it once, twice, thrice. She responds with little moans and sighs, bucking her body against my finger, still buried in her pussy.

I grind the heel of my palm against her core and curl the fingers inside of her. She cries out and squirms, overwhelmed by the pressure, skirting up against the counter's edge.

"That's it, darling," I say with a dark laugh. "Show me how much you want this." I massage her clit with increased, almost feverish urgency, using my free hand to stroke her ass, pull on her hardened nipples, grip her neck.

"Oh God," she moans loudly, bucking into my fingers. I feel her body tense as a climax rolls out and onto my hand. I kiss her then, gently this time, guiding her lips to mine with a finger under her chin. I slowly pull back.

"Ready?" I ask her.

She responds by pulling me back to her mouth with fervent urgency. I reply with equal manic need. I lift her shirt roughly over her head, grab her by the hips, and lift her up on the counter, legs dangling over the edge.

"Part your legs," I order, and she follows.

I grasp her breasts roughly before running my hands down the expanse of her bare back. My cock is so hard I'm surprised I'm lasting this long. Slowly, with my eyes burning into hers, I position my head against her slit.

Then, I rub the tip against the folds, tormenting her until she lets out a low moan of frustration. "Please," she begs, pulling me to her and wrapping her legs around my waist.

"Very well," I reply, burying myself deep in her with one smooth motion.

We groan in unison. I relish the feel of her warm, soft body as it envelops me. I pull out slowly, then push back in one sharp motion, ramming into her as her legs curl behind me, holding on for dear life.

"Say my name," I say roughly, wrapping her silken hair around my wrist.

"Caeleb," she responds, her voice breathy as I pound into her with swift, aggressive strokes. "Caeleb."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, God, no, don't stop," she replies quickly, clenching her pussy so it grips my shaft. "Don't you dare stop."

I pull her hair with just enough force, compelling her to arch forward. "Is that so?"

"Yes," she grunts as I thrust into her. "Fuck me harder."

I reach a hand around her and run it down her back before pinching the soft flesh just above her ass. "How hard?" In tandem, I increase my thrusts, going at it with all I've got. She feels so hot, so warm and wet and just right, I can't control my pace. It's becoming more urgent, and I know my release is coming, and fast. I burrow into her, each stroke faster than the last.

She moans urgently. "Just like that, YES!"

I breathe hard and try to pace myself, alternating the fast, hard thrusts with more drawn-out strokes, allowing her to feel my entire length inside her core.

It's no good. It's coming.

"God, Emily, you are fucking incredible," I growl. I'm beginning to lose my rhythm, my regular pace becoming frantic and primal as I approach the point of my release. From the look on her face, she's already there.

"I'm coming," she cries out, confirming my thoughts.

"I hear you," I say, my voice now thin. "And I'm right there with you."

She shivers and clenches around me. Involuntarily, before I can pull out, it happens. Streams of my release shoot inside her even as I'm pulling out, my movements hurried. Panic unfurls like a raw animal inside me. "I'm sorry," I sputter, "I had no intention of?—"

"It's okay," she replies quickly, trying to steady herself. "Don't worry. I'm on the pill."

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