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She breaks the kiss and begins working my cock with deliberate movements. Stroking me slowly, she feels me twitch in her grasp with a triumphant little smile.

"What?" I ask roughly, tilting her chin to stare deeper into her eyes.

"Nothing," she says lightly. "I like how ready you are."

Her strokes grow more coaxing, her palm wrapping around the entirety of my girth, drawing out think ropes of precum from the tip.

This won't do.

"Let's see how ready you are," I respond, wheeling her around so her back is to me. I pull her panties down her thighs, before spanking her on her ass cheeks, hard.

She cries out, extending her hands to rest them on the wall as I slide my fingers between her legs. Her core is wet, almost swollen, soaked with arousal.

With a growl of approval, I kneel. I dip my head and bury my face between her thighs, teasing her with feather-light kisses, lapping up the sweet nectar dripping from her.

She murmurs, bucking her hips, arching against my tongue, and tilting her head back in ecstasy.

"You're driving me insane," I murmur against her pussy, pausing to nip the tender lips with my teeth. "You're making me mad, and I can't fucking wait any longer."

I stand up and turn her to face me. Positioning herself, she guides me to her entrance, and with a slow, tortuous pace, impales herself on me.

This has never happened to me before. I've never had a woman look at me with eyes holding danger, pulling me to her, her leg resting against my arm as she fucks herself with my cock.

Fuck, I had no idea what I was missing out on.

And it feels … right. Like I was meant to wait all this while, because this place, right now, with her, is how it was meant to go down.

We gasp as I fill her completely, our bodies joined as one. Slowly at first, then picking up speed, she begins to ride me, her legs wrapped around my waist, her hands gripping my shoulders for support.

My hips meet each thrust until the stairwell echoes with the rhythm of our bodies slamming into each other. The stairs beneath us creaked in time with our movements, the only sound in the quiet house save for our ragged breaths and low moans of pleasure.

Emily's perfect breasts bounce with each stroke, her hardened nipples aching for attention. I lower my mouth to one flushed nipple, flicking my tongue across it before biting gently. She releases a soft breath and whispers my name, immediately clenching her pussy around my shaft.

It feels fucking delicious.

My hand clenches the banister, bracing myself as she, wild and wanton, rides me with abandon. Her nails dig into my shoulders, her moans echoing through the vacant space, each one like molten lava on my skin.

I growl out her name, low and guttural, my shirt already a casualty of our frenzied passion. We become a tangle of limbs and desire, our bodies fitting and falling apart like two halves of a whole.

Barely keeping my sanity intact, I pull away for one quick second.

She sticks her lip out, her breath coming in torn gasps. "What? Why are we stopping?"

"I'm not stopping," I tell her brusquely. I pick her up in my arms and go up the stairs as quickly as I can. At the top, I find the first room. It has to work, whatever it is.

I barely see the furniture inside, save for a couch, with a mirror positioned on the other end of it. I drop down on the couch, positioning her on top of me, compelling her to sink into my cock, swallow me whole.

Her long, arched back rises deliciously in the mirror. I watch her tilt her head back, mouth open as she rides me. Up and down she goes, hips grinding against mine, her wet heat enveloping me in a viselike grip.

My skin is slick with sweat, mine and hers. I sink my teeth into the base of her long neck, relishing in how she shudders and moans as I lift my hips, fucking her harder, faster.

"Oh God, oh God," she calls out.

"Say my name," I utter roughly, as she draws me deep within her, before retreating ever so slowly, only to plunge me back in with relentless fervor. She has her tricks, this minx.

So do I. I grasp her waist and pin her in place. Then, with my hips lifted, I enter her with ten strokes, each one faster than the last. I go all the way in, pull out entirely, then repeat. At number ten, her legs have begun trembling like jelly.

Her fingers entwine in my hair, mouth parted as she wordlessly pleads for more. Her eyes are locked on mine. The flames in her irises kindle a fire within me. No water can quench this.

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