Page 106 of House of Ydril

Almost instantly, I feel a connection of the kind I’ve never experienced before. As if we’re one and the same, him and I. He’s kissing me and I feel exactly what the touch of my tongue does to him, how my smell drives him crazy, how his dick throbs whenever I squeeze the muscles of his shoulders. I feel his pleasure and I know he feels mine.

But it’s only when he pulls away that he puts me under his control, the tendrils of his mind wrapping around my entire body. Then he pulls away and takes a seat on the couch, his legs wide open and one arm thrown over the backrest.

For a second, he just soaks me up, naked and standing right in front of him. Then he motions at an easy chair to my right and says in a thick, commanding voice, “Sit over there and touch yourself.”

My body moves of its own accord. Throbbing in anticipation, I slowly get settled, spread my legs wide and start sliding my hand between my thighs. It gives me so much pleasure, the way he leans forward and fixes his eyes on me like a hawk.

It’s only when my fingers start brushing against my clit that I realize this is something else entirely. I let out a helpless moan. It’s my own hand, that I’m sure of, but the connection between us makes it feel like his. Like he’s the one using it.

Without breaking eye contact, he makes sure he’s got me wet enough, finds the right spot and pushes my fingers deep inside me, making me let out another moan. As soon as I do, he appears closer to me, his look even more intense and his breathing more ragged.

Slowly, he starts sliding my fingers in and out of my pussy, making my chest heave and my face blush.

And every time I let out a moan, he comes a little closer. This time, he gets on his knees in front of my pussy and leans over me, dragging his hands up and down my naked body. As he fucks me with my own fingers, he uses his thumb to stroke and knead my clit, just to drive me crazy.

Pretty soon, he has me panting and as wet as I can be, the anticipation of his touch almost making me whimper with desire.

But just as I’m about to come, he pulls both our hands away. I open my mouth to protest, but then he whispers in my ear, his breathing ragged. “Now bend over.”

I do as I’m told, getting up and turning to plant my knees and my palms onto the easy chair. “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he says as he walks up to me and starts running his hands up and down my body, squeezing and kneading as he goes, “you won’t be able to walk for days.”

“Yes, please,” I squeeze out, my own voice raspy and filled with desire.

I hear him unzip his pants and feel the hardness of his cock press against my ass. And all I want is to rub against it, but he doesn’t let me. He teases me with it, sliding it up and down my slick pussy.

When he finally pushes it in and starts slamming into me, it makes my eyes roll back in my head and a moan escape my lips. He keeps fucking me, harder and faster. And I want it even harder and faster, but he’s not allowing me any control of my own body, my ass remaining just where he’s planted it, despite all my yearning for his cock.

“Oh fuck, Andreas,” I groan and he grabs me by the hair, pulling me away from the easy chair and closer to him, so the entire length of his chest is pressed against my back. Feeling the hardness of his muscles, I hear him pant in my ear, “Now you’ll come for me like the good girl that you are.”

And with that, he starts thrusting inside me faster than I thought was possible, making my pussy clench around his cock.

I don’t answer him, I’m too busy moaning, but I do come for him, I come for him hard, at the same time he comes for me, biting down on my neck as his thrusts start slowing down.

For a while, we just stay that way, his dick still inside me and my back still pressed to his chest. Then he pulls out and turns me to face him, his mind tendrils letting go of my body.

I hear a knock at the door.

“Not now,” Andreas growls, glancing over his shoulder to scowl in the direction of the sound.

There’s a weird look in his eyes.

I just tilt my head and shove at his chest.

“Remember when you said you didn’t want to be my fuck-girl?”

“Well,” I say in a soft, flirty voice as I start unbuttoning his shirt.

He grabs my wrists and pulls me closer. “I’m done playing games, Quinn.” The way he says my name makes my heart skip a beat. “If you wanted this to be a one-night stand, fine. You’ve had your way with me and you can leave, no strings attached. But I’m warning you…”

I have to suppress a laugh. “Yes?” I just say, trying to keep a straight face.

“If you stay, you’remine.”

The intensity of the look in his eyes makes me turn serious. I don’t say anything. I just pull away from him, stand up and, feeling his eyes on me the entire time, slowly walk over to his bed. I get on it, lie on my side and throw him a smoldering look.

He appears before me in a heartbeat. “Spread your legs for me, Quinn,” he commands in a low voice.

“Not before you finish takingallyour clothes off,” I tell him.

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