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She was wild, uncaged and feral. She didn’t give two fucks about anything else beyond the pleasure she was receiving, and fuck if that didn’t make me hard.

I increased my pace. I pumped inside and out her rapidly while my tongue moved against her clit. I sucked on the sensitive part of her pussy until I felt the first tremors.

She was almost there.

I continued to suck and pump until she finally came undone, and her walls clenched around me as she came undone with a shrill scream.

“Fuck!” Her voice bounced off the walls of her bathroom. Thankfully she was far enough on the eastern wing that she could not be heard. It was only my room that was on this wing, so we didn’t need to risk my brother or my sister-in-law finding out.

I continued to pump in and out of her as she rode her orgasm out. I removed my mouth from her clit and watched her closed eyes and nipples taut and perky.

When I felt her calm, I removed my fingers from her pussy and stood to my full height. Her eyes were closed, and I was tempted to press my lips onto hers, but I held back.

Kissing her felt far too intimate, which was ironic given what I had just done to her.

When her body had calmed down and she had ridden out her high, I stood to my feet and stepped back so she could drop from the countertop. Her hair had dried some, and the mirror behind her was covered in smudges and mist.

Evidence of our moment of passion riddled this room and wafted through the air. I could have stayed there for hours, but it was getting late, and I needed to head back to my room. I had done what I had set out to do. I needed to keep my restraint when it came to her. I couldn’t get too greedy with her.

I had to play the long game. I was a patient man.

I looked at my slick fingers and then plunged them into my mouth. I lapped up the wetness and enjoyed the sweetness that had come from her pussy. She had felt warm, and I had felt right at home inside of her.

I swirled my tongue around her wetness all the while I kept eye contact with her.

“Oh…” she shuddered.

“You taste wonderful,cielo.” I stepped forward and grabbed the towel so I could wrap her in it. She kept her eyes trained on me the entire time. I turned to walk out of the room, but as soon as I took my first step, her hand darted out and clamped over my wrist. I turned to face her and waited.

At first, she didn’t utter a single word. All she did was look at me with this longing look in her eyes. Her eyes darted to the very noticeable bulge in my pants, and then back up to my face again. I watched her cheeks heat as I slowly began to catch on to what she wanted.

I suppressed my smile. “Another time,cielo. You’ve had a long day. You should sleep.”

Her hold on my wrist tightened. “But I want to.”

Her voice came out so sweet and innocent… I wanted to corrupt her.

“Not yet.” It took everything I had in me not to rip that towel off her body again and ram my cock into her tight pussy. “But soon.”

I removed her hand from my wrist and turned to leave the bathroom. I didn’t turn back for both hers and my sake, even though everything inside of me called to her.

One thing I had learned about addiction was that you couldn’t get greedy. You could control it, as long as you did it in moderation. Overdosing on cocaine could be fixed by a simple Narcan spray. But overdosing on her was a death sentence that corrupted not only the body, but the soul. If narcotics were a bomb, then she was fucking nuclear.

I knew I couldn’t stay away from her, but she was too dangerous for me to have.

Chapter Eleven

Anastasia

Iwas an idiot. A blistering, horny idiot who could not keep it in her pants. I should have been ashamed of myself, and yet every single time I thought of that man my body got hot and my pussy throbbed.

Fuck.

I rolled into my pillow and let out a rather dramatic scream.

I had allowed that man to put his mouth on my pussy and eat me out until my legs were shaking and my head was hazy with lust. I had almost forgotten what my name was during the whole thing.

I was simply a woman who had yet to be pleased.

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