Page 74 of Undone

I grabbed the seam of her skirt, that same one I pulled up her body last night as I devoured her sweet cunt. My hands trailed up under her shirt.

She gasped. “Fuck, Dorian. Please, I need you.”

Shit, how could I possibly deny her?

Lifting her shirt over her head, her arms got stuck in the sleeves. She tried to get them loose, but I grabbed her wrists, holding them there.

“Leave it,” I said, but tilted my head in a question, making sure I wasn’t pushing her too far.

She nodded and I smirked.

I moved my hands, stroking my cock that was aching for her. I reached for a condom from my nightstand, grateful I kept some stashed, even though I’d never needed them until now.

Tearing open the package, I rolled it over myself, glancing down at her as she licked her lips.

“Patience, baby girl.” I leaned down, then slowly pushed my fingers inside her and groaned. “You always this wet for me?”

She nodded and I replaced my fingers with the head of my cock, running it through her center, gliding it back and forth.

Her eyes rolled back in her head. “You like that? You like feeling my cock rub against your pussy…” I said, stroking it down again. “Like that, peach?”

“Stop teasing,” she gasped as I inserted just my tip into her. Her hips bucked up, daring me.

“Tell me how much you want me, peach. Tell me how badly you need my cock.”

“Please, Dorian. Fuck, I… I need you so bad.”

I took the opportunity and plunged in.

Oh fuck.

She gripped me so perfectly, and I bit back a groan. I couldn’t let it end too soon. Every inch of her pulled me in deeper, and the way she moved, so naturally in sync with me, threatened to unravel my control. Her hands slid along my back, nails raking deeper with each thrust, pushing me to the edge of losing myself. I could feel her everywhere—tight and hot, pulling at my sanity.

I looked down, watching the way our bodies collided, her movements driving me higher, faster. The sight of it, the way she fit with me, how she responded, had me nearly losing it.

I slowed, moving back just enough to savor the pressure, needing to stretch this out. I wanted the moment to last, wanted to make every second count.

She followed my lead, her eyes locking with mine, and I knew she felt it too—the urgency to draw this out, to let the tension build until we couldn’t hold back anymore.

But there was a knock on the door. Her eyes went wide.

Shit.

“Baby, you have to come for me. Now.” She nodded, and our movements came faster, moving in and out with a pace that could only be described as primal.

She moaned. “I’m… almost there. Fuck, Dorian. I’m going to come.”

“Come for me, baby. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”

She met my gaze, gasping, her walls gripping me tighter.

I continued ramming into her, my own release building.

She tensed, her eyes fluttering shut.

“That’s it, baby. Be a good fucking girl and come for me.” Another knock. “Now.”

She obeyed, her back arching off the bed. Her whimpers and moans, combined with her pussy clenching me, sent me over the edge.

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