Page 303 of The Blairville Legacies

“J, you're torturing me,” he whispered hoarsely, gazing into my eyes.

I still couldn't see him clearly, but that didn't stop me from wetting my fingertip and hovering it over his stomach, moving it back to his hard glans.

As I touched him with my wet finger he began to moan, watching my finger, letting me play as another shiny droplet formed on the smooth tip.

I must have gone too far, because he grabbed my hips with both hands and pushed me down against him, slowly pushing himself inside me.

I moaned loudly, without restraint, and opened my lips desperately while Erik watched every millimeter of my face.

“Fuck, J, you're so wet...” he growled darkly. “Do you want me to cum right now?”

I leaned closer to his ear, completely dazed by the way he filled me up. “This is your fault.”

I felt him inside me, warm, hard and like he was a perfect fit. It hurt slightly, but it was a relieving pain.

Very slowly, without breaking eye contact, I lifted myself off him and we both moaned sensually. Just before he could slip away from me, I lowered myself back onto him and felt him slide smoothly into me, causing me to whimper.

He grinned, and his big, warm hands gripped my butt, digging into my skin as I began to slowly move up and down. I moaned sensually and surrendered to the new sensation, rotating my hips, enjoying his hardness.

“J...” he moaned my name and it sounded breathtakingly good.

I wanted to enjoy this, wanted to lose myself in his body, give himeverything.

And again, and again he thrust his plump hardness into me, filling me up, while his hands first kneaded my bottom, only to wander back to my breasts.

“J...” Erik moaned again. I rose up again until he was completely out, only to sit on him again and let him slide into me as far as he could go.

I enjoyed his pleasure-filled moans, how he wanted more, how I had control over how much he got. I wanted him to have it all, but I wanted to decide what that looked like.

With his strong hand on my back, he pushed me toward him, took my nipples in his mouth again and sucked on them as I moved up and down, but I pulled back.

He moaned in frustration, wanting to grab my back again, but I pushed him back into the seat and paused.

“Lean back, Erik...” I sighed and pushed him further into the seat with my hand on his chest.

Erik laid his head back on his neck, moaning desperately as if this was causing him serious pain.

“I'll do what you want, justpleaserelease me...”

“Look at me,” I demanded, lifting my head.

“How could I not,” he murmured hoarsely and lifted his head from his neck, reaching out a hand to touch my stomach before sliding his hand down. Deeper. Deeper still, until he rested two fingers on my slit, which opened for him almost of its own accord. “The only question is whether you can withstand my gaze when I torture you the way you torture me.” And suddenly he slid his fingers inside me. So agonizingly slowly that I contracted around him and had to arch my back.

I moaned without relent, while he slid inside me with his fingers again and again.

“There you go. Moan for me,my Charis.”He let his other hand wander to my chin. “And don't forget to keep eye contact.”

The right corner of his mouth moved up, and there was something devilish about it, something that made me stop, because at the same time he pulled his fingers out of me and... brought them to his lips.

Watching every movement of my expression, he opened his lips and let his fingertips disappear between them before moaning with pleasure.

Damn, what was he doing to me?

He let go of his lips, pulled me jerkily toward him, and positioned me over his now even harder cock.

“And now fuck me,faster,” he demanded.

He wanted to push me down andGod, how much I wanted it, too, but I held onto his shoulder so that he couldn't push me any further.

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