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I nod, whimpering.
He just laughs, dark and so fucking satisfied. “That’s what I thought.”
When he pulls out again—just to the tip—and slams back in, I choke on a scream. Every thrust knocks the sound out of me and he talks me through it.
“You looked so fucking beautiful crawling for it.”
Thrust.
“Begged so good.”
Thrust.
“And now you’re gonna wait.”
My hips buck without permission, searching for more, but he just presses me down with his palm flat between my shoulder blades, pinning me like I’m nothing but a toy he’s not finished with.
I’m slipping fast, and he knows it. I can feel my release coiling tighter and tighter, until it’s all I can feel.
It’s too much.
“Fuck—please—please, I swear—just let me?—”
“Not yet.”
His voice is totally unmoved. He’s acting like he’s got centuries to watch me come apart. The second he says it—my body stalls. The orgasm just hangs there. Every goddamn second he makes me wait pushes me closer to losing it and jumping him. I’m clenching around nothing, soaked and dripping, my clit throbs like it’s screaming for mercy. And he just watches me suffer.
He pulls out again. And I cry.
Real, pathetic tears.
I feel so fucking empty without him inside me. I start to protest, but he grabs my hips—hard—dragging me back and flips me on my back.
He slowly kneels between my legs.
“You wanna come?” His voice is low as he wraps one hand around his length—stroking slowly, while he stares at me.
I nod.
I’m surprised I even could give him that much.
And then—Thank God—he slides back in. And this time, he doesn’t stop. He fucks me like he’s carving his name into my soul. My nails dig into his back and my pussy clenches like it’s never letting him go.
I shatter.
I come with a scream that tears from my chest like violence—legs shaking, back arching, body convulsing around his cock like it was built for this.
And he doesn’t stop.
He fucks me through it, through the aftershocks and overstimulation and wreckage, growling against my skin like a goddamn animal.
“That’s it,” he breathes, dragging his lips down my jaw, over my throat. “That’s what I fucking wanted.”
His hips slam forward one last time—deep and brutal—and he buries himself as a groan tears from his throat, thick, raw and possessive.
His cum floods into me as my body collapses beneath him. I feel completely braindead, yet so alive.
He grabs my jaw, tilting my face up to meet his, and his eyes are still wild and hungry.
