Page 41 of The Cleaner

"Faster," I breathe, digging my nails into his shoulders. "Please."

He obliges, increasing his pace as he drives deeper into me. The new rhythm sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I cry out, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations.

"That's it, baby," he groans. "Let me hear you."

His encouragement spurs me on. I moan loudly with each thrust, no longer caring about holding back. The tension inside me builds to a fever pitch as he hits a spot deep within that makes me see stars.

"Oh God, oh God," I chant, feeling myself teetering on the edge of something monumental.

He senses how close I am and slips a hand between our bodies. His fingers find my clit and begin to rub tight circles. The dual stimulation is too much to bear.

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." I can't even form the words as the pressure inside me reaches its breaking point. With a cry of his name, I shatter. Waves of intense pleasure crash over me as my body convulses. My inner walls clench around him as the orgasm rolls through me.

He groans at the sensation, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Fuck, I'm close," he pants.

I feel him swell inside me as his movements become more urgent. His grip on my hips tightens as he thrusts into me with a newfound energy. The intensity of his thrusts prolongs my own orgasm, sending aftershocks of pleasure rippling through my body.

"Come for me," I whisper, wanting to feel him lose control.

With a guttural moan, he buries himself deep inside me one final time. I feel the warm rush of his release as his bodyshudders above me. He collapses onto me, his weight pressing me into the couch cushions as we both struggle to catch our breath.

For several long moments, we lie tangled together, our sweat-slicked skin cooling in the aftermath. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my arm as my heartbeat slowly returns to normal. I've never felt so utterly satisfied and complete.

Eventually, he lifts his head from where it had fallen to my shoulder. His eyes meet mine, filled with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness that makes my heart skip.

"Are you okay?" he asks softly, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead.

I nod, not quite trusting my voice yet. My body feels both utterly relaxed and hyper-sensitive. Every nerve ending is still tingling.

He carefully pulls out, and I wince slightly at the feeling of emptiness. As he rolls to the side, I become acutely aware of the sticky wetness between my thighs and the slight soreness. But any discomfort is overshadowed by the lingering waves of pleasure still coursing through my body.

He pulls me against his chest, wrapping his arms around me. I nestle into his warmth, feeling safe and cherished in his embrace. His fingers trail up and down my spine, sending little shivers through me.

"That was..." I trail off, unable to find the right words to describe the intensity of what we just shared.

"Amazing," he finishes for me, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "You were amazing."

I blush at his praise, ducking my head against his chest. "I didn't really know what I was doing," I admit shyly.

He chuckles softly, the rumble vibrating through his chest. "You could have fooled me," he says, tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. "You were perfect."

His words make me glow with pride, erasing any lingering doubts. I lean in to kiss him, savouring the gentle press of his lips against mine. When we part, I can't help but smile.

"So what happens now?" I ask, suddenly feeling a bit uncertain about where we stand.

He pulls me closer, nuzzling into my hair. "Now, we rest for a bit," he murmurs. "And then, if you're up for it, I'd love to explore your body some more. There's so much I want to show you."

A thrill runs through me at his words, desire already stirring again despite my recent release. "I'd like that," I whisper. “But that’s not what I meant.”

His eyes darken as he looks at me, and my heart batters against my chest. “You’re mine, Lisa. The moment you walked into my sister’s pub, I knew you were mine.”

"Yours?" I whisper, searching his eyes. What the hell does that mean?

He nods, his gaze never leaving mine. “You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go. I don’t think I could even if I tried. There’s always been something about you, Lisa. From the moment I met you there was something different. You were too young back then. Now?” He grins, and it’s filled with satisfaction. “Now I have you, I’m not letting you go.”

His words send a shiver down my spine, with equal parts excitement and trepidation. There's an intensity in his eyes that both thrills and unnerves me. I search his face, trying to understand the depth of what he's saying.

"What exactly do you mean by 'yours'?" I ask hesitantly. “I’ve never done this before.”

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