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When I saw the explosion of pleasure twist her face and her pussy began to ripple around me, I let out a roar and slammed myself deep inside of her until my cum shot out of my dick. My balls reared up as I continued to spurt inside her. The pleasure was the most extreme I’d ever experienced. Knowing she was the only person in the world who knew my secret and accepted me was an emotional connection that I’d never encountered before.

My eyes closed as I enjoyed the feel of her pussy continuing to milk my cum out. I lay my head on top of hers. The sounds of our breathing filled the room, and I felt my cock throb inside of her. Her legs loosened and fell open, but I needed a few moments because I didn't want to move.

When I opened my eyes, she was watching me like the stalker she confessed she was.

Chapter 17

Emilia

His face was relaxed, and his warm brown eyes were softer than I’d ever seen them before. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, but since they were strapped down, all I could do was look at him.

“We are going to have a hot bath and then do this properly in my bed,” he whispered before kissing me.

My eyes closed instantly as his mouth covered mine. It was a slow and tender kiss as if he were making love to my mouth until his tongue surged into my mouth. I felt his dick jerk inside of me. I should thank my Dad for chasing off all my potential boyfriends because I was glad that Cyrus was my first.

He broke off the kiss, and I opened my eyes to see him smiling at me. With a heavy sigh, he lifted himself off me. He held my legs apart as he pulled himself out of me. I stifled a moan at feeling empty, as did so. He stared at my pussy before he rubbed my clit. When I felt his cum being to dribble out, his hand covered my pussy as he began to smear his cum all over me.

“Beautiful,” he said as he continued to stare at my pussy. “Blood and cum all over your pussy. That sweet cherry is well and truly popped.”

I glanced down at his dick, and towards the base, I saw my blood on him. It made me smile because we both got what we wanted. I frowned because I remembered we hadn't used any birth control, but before I could say anything, he was off the table and untying me from it. He scooped me up into his arms, walked through the house butt-naked and carried me upstairs into his bedroom. Once he laid me on the bed, he walked into his bathroom, leaving me to stare at his ass cheeks.

He did have a nice ass.

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The bath had been soothing, but each time I brought up birth control, he shut me down. He was pig-headed because the only thing he said was that there wouldn't ever be any pills or condoms between us. To my dismay, he’d laughed hysterically when I asked if he was a Catholic.

“Where do you think you're going?” he asked when I was about to leave the bedroom.

“I need to get my shorts and T-shirt,” I said as I turned around to face him.

“No need, we’re going to sleep naked,” he said as he crossed his arms across his chest like a diva.

“Good luck with that when I'm on my period,” I muttered as I returned to the bed.

“Do you seriously think a little blood would putmeoff?” he scoffed.

“Good point,” I said as I pulled the covers up.

The man was a freak when it came to my blood. He’d had fun spending at least ten minutes ‘cleaning’ my pussy in his giant bathtub. As soon as I lay on the bed, he dragged me towards him, and his hand cupped my ass.

“Are you sore?” he asked as his hand slipped from my ass to push between my legs.

I couldn't help but smile at his question.

“Would it matter if I was?”

He looked thoughtful for a moment.

“Nah, I’d probably wait until you were asleep and fuck you using some lube,” he said with a boyish grin.

I smoothed his hair away from his forehead and left my hand on his stubbled cheek. “And you have the audacity to call me crazy,” I said as I shook my head at him.

“It’s why we are perfect together,” he said as he pushed me onto my back and crawled on top of me.

I put my hands on his chest, loving the feel of the hair beneath my hands. I moved my hands over to his shoulders and biceps. His skin was soft, but his muscles were hard. I scowled at him when I thought of another woman touching him.

His eyes narrowed on mine, and he paused in pushing my legs open with his knee. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

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