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“You like it when I call you names, don’t you? You love being called my dirty slut. No one else’s but mine.” My head falls backward for a moment in pure ecstasy. She fits my cock like a damn glove. I drive in and out of her, knowing nothing will ever come close to this feeling right here.

Her pussy clenches around me, telling me she’s relishing every second of this like I am. My hips jam against the backs of her thighs with each punishing thrust.

Emma’s moans grow louder and louder until I realize they’re probably getting to the point where somebody could hear us. I don’t want someone to knock on the door to try and stop us, so I need to think of a way to keep her quiet.

“Baby, you’re being loud,” I tell her.

Her eyes open and find mine. “I’m sorry. I can?—”

Before she can finish her thought, I’m grabbing her hips and turning her. She yelps, not expecting the movement. The new position has her ass in the air, her pussy still wet with desire. I wish I had time to take a step back and look at her, but all I can think about is getting inside her again.

I trail my fingers down her spine, pushing her chest into the massage table as I climb onto it behind her. The table groans underneath both our weight, but it doesn’t stop me from doing it.

“Your ass in the air like this is a spectacular sight,” I note, lining up my cock with her once again. “Soon, I’ll have to eat your pussy in this position. But right now…” I caress her spine, letting my fingers drift higher until they rest at the back of her neck. “Put your face in the pillow, baby. Let it muffle your screams so I can fuck you hard and fast.”

“Preston.” My name comes out so loud there’s no doubt in my mind if someone was in the room next to us that they heard it.

I shush her, applying pressure to the back of her neck to direct her face against the pillow. “Use the pillow to keep quiet, or I’ll have to stop.”

She turns, pressing her face into the pillow with a muffled moan. I reward her by thrusting forward, shoving all of me inside her. Her body folds underneath the feeling. I use my free hand to grab her by the hip and keep her on her knees.

It allows me to wrap around her front and brush my fingers against her clit. I’ve watched her closely, noticing how she’s always making quick circles around her clit. I repeat the same action, my body going tight at the muffled moans that come from her because of it.

I swear my name comes from her lips again, although it’s hard to tell because of her face in the pillow. The table continues to creak underneath our movements. My hips move faster and faster as her moans get louder and louder.

My fingers tangle in her hair, needing to feel even more of her as she clenches around me. Even muffled, her moans get louder, and I know she’s coming.

I don’t stop my pace at all, wanting to milk every last second of the orgasm from her. My finger continues to work her clit as my cock pushes in and out of her at a punishing rhythm. She’s now even tighter around me as she comes down from the high of the orgasm.

My grip in her hair has loosened slightly, allowing her to turn her head. “Preston, I came.” Her words come out breathless.

Moving from her neck and wrapping around her middle, I pull her off the table until her back is pressed to my chest. The new position gets me even deeper inside her—deeper than I’ve been before.

I kiss her shoulder as her calves are right on the sides of my thighs. “I told you you’d be coming multiple times. Now, give me one more, baby. Come on my cock while I fill you with my cum.”

Her head falls against my shoulder. I press my lips to her temple, wanting any connection to her I can get. I’m fully inside her—as deep as I can possibly go—and it still isn’t enough. I’m not sure anything will ever be enough.

“Like this, you’re too big. It’s too mu—” Her words stop as my fingers find her nipple. I pinch it before massaging her breast and repeating the motion.

“No, I’m not. I’m perfect for you. And you’re perfect for me. We fit. Now, breathe and give me one more.” The last words come out as more of a growl than a sentence, but I know she still hears me because her body goes lax against mine. She’s giving me full control, and I fucking love it.

My thrusts have slowed and become more deliberate. With every one of them, she takes me to her limit, and it feels so fucking good that I know I’m close to finishing. It’s like a spring coiled tightly and threatening to release. I continue to work in and out, enjoying every second of being inside her.

The slow thrusts feel impeccable, but as my vision begins to blur with the looming orgasm, I have to pick up pace again. Emma doesn’t seem to mind; with every quick move of my hips, her moans get louder. My hand clasps over her mouth to keep her quiet as I drill into her.

Her breath is hot against my palm as a moan overtakes her. She’s coming, and her release has me finding mine. Bursts of fire trail down my spine as the orgasm takes over me. I grunt, unable to form words at how intense the orgasm is. Her moans vibrate against my skin as time seems to pause. I continue to work in and out of her to savor every second of it, and with one final thrust, the massage table comes crashing down.

CHAPTER 32

EMMA

I’m still riding the high of a third orgasm I didn’t even think was possible when Preston and I go crashing to the ground. The table completely gave out underneath us, two of the legs snapping in half from the weight.

Preston keeps a grip on me, even after we hit the ground in a tangle of limbs.

“Are you okay?” The concern in his face is evident as he twists my body in his lap to face him. He pulls himself from me, and despite the unexpected ending to our first time together, I miss the fullness I felt with him inside me.

For a few seconds, I don’t speak, too stunned about what just happened. Both our breaths are heavy and quick as we regain our composure.

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