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Fuck, this is going to get dirty.
He grips my thighs, nails digging into my skin as he leans forward and whispers into my ear, “Beg.”
“Please …”
Not one second does he wait as he thrusts inside to the hilt.My mouth makes an o-shape, a strangled moan escaping my throat as his length throbs inside me.
His lips are on me in an instant, claiming even more raunchy kisses as he begins riding me harder and harder, deepening each stroke.My hands are helplessly searching behind my back to hold on to something, but all I have is the metal clasp of the belt, pricking into my skin.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he groans, plunging in again and again until my eyes almost roll into the back of my head.
“That’s it, Emilia, give me another orgasm,” he growls as his thumb moves down between my legs, rubbing my clit until my legs begin to quake.
“It’s so big,” I mumble.“So full.”
“And you’ll be even fuller when I shoot my load deep inside this pussy,” he replies.
I gasp in shock, but he swiftly covers my mouth again, burying himself inside me until his balls tighten against me.
“Fuck, I’m going to explode inside you and fill you to the brim, and you’re going to come just from my cock alone,” he groans.
“Yes,” I mewl with desire as he thrusts so hard the dressing table begins to quake.
His thumb expertly rolls around my clit until I’m delirious with need, my body leaning into his hand and cock, desperate for more.His lips are on my sternum and breasts, sucking at one of my nipples while the other is being tugged.
And I moan out loud as I explode into bliss, another orgasm making all my muscles twitch and coil.
Right then, he moans along with me, thrusting in deep as his cock begins to throb with heat.
After a while, he brings his lips to my mouth and kisses me so gently I’m overcome with a sensation I’ve rarely ever felt: love.
Fuck.I’ve really fallen hard for a guy I barely even know.
“My God …” I mutter.
“That good, huh?”he muses.
I nod as he slowly pulls out of me and takes off the condom, chucking it into the bin next to the dressing table.
Then he walks to the bathroom and washes his hands, and it makes me frown, confused.Who would do that the second they were done with sex?
“Why … did you wash your hands?”I ask.
“A habit,” he explains.“Autism.”
Oh wow.I hadn’t thought of that.But it makes sense, in the bigger picture, now that I think about it.
“Does that unsettle you?”
I quickly shake my head.“No.I’m more curious than ever, actually.”
He smiles, and the warmth that radiates off him makes me feel like I’m on cloud nine.
I’m still sitting on the table, wrists still tied, body numb with pleasure, and I just watch and admire him from afar.“I wish I could’ve had this sooner,” I mumble.“Maybe then I wouldn’t have—”
He places a finger on my lips as he treads close again, standing between my thighs, his cock still half-hard from the bout of sex.“You can.”
My pupils dilate.
