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“Mm. That’s right babygirl, do whatever you want. I’m yours.”

I push down harder on his cock, and it penetrates me deeply, buried inside me. I lean my hands on his chest and begin to rock my hips in circles.

He wraps his hands around my wrists, as I moan loudly, pressing my pussy against him and rubbing it over his skin as his cock moves inside me.

I switch to rocking back and forth, riding him as though he's my toy, to be used and abused in any way I please.

My body shivers with delight and sweat begins to glisten on my skin as I thrust back and forth on top of him.

The deep growl that rumbles through him only makes me want to use him more.

I lean back, arching my body, gripping his thighs tightly behind me. I tilt my head back and a soft moan escapes my lips.

“Oh my fuck,” he snarls.

I rock harder and faster on his cock.

He moves as though he wants to grab me and roll me over, so that he can take control.

“Don’t you dare,” I warn him breathlessly.

His bright blue eyes shine with delight.

“Don’t move, and don’t come until I say you can,” I demand.

“That might be difficult, with the things you're doing to me.” His words are strained, as though he's fighting for control.

I can feel myself getting close to the edge, his cock pressing against my insides, my pussy grinding against his body.

“Ahh,” I cry out, letting the sensations take over. “Oh, my—"

The words catch in my throat and I cry out again.

My legs begin to shake, and the muscles of my body tighten.

My pussy tightens, and the intense orgasm locks me onto his cock, my pussy pulsing over him, throbbing with a tidal wave of mind-shattering release.

I stop moving, trying to catch my breath, sitting on top of him with my entire body shaking.

“Now it’s my turn,” he growls. He picks me up and throws me onto my stomach on the gym mats.

He grabs my hips and lifts them towards him as he kneels behind me, forcing my legs wide open with his knees.

Then he slams into me, his cock pushing so deep inside me I scream.

“Don’t you dare move,” he warns as he begins fucking me so hard that my body starts spasming all over again.

His long fingers are locked around my hips, my pussy arched toward him. He thrusts faster and his cock begins to swell.

It pushes against my insides, and I can’t take it. My pussy begins to pulse again.

I cry out, with my face pressed against the gym mats, and another, even more intense orgasm slams into me.

I feel him thrust again and then groan loudly as he explodes into me with his hips pressed up against me.

Chapter 17 - Maxim

I shake my head looking down her, her hands wrapped around a coffee mug as we stand outside on the balcony in the fresh morning air.

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