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I’M SO FUCKED
AMIRA
My body is trembling, stretched tight and unraveling all at once.
Henson’s mouth is still on me. I reach for him, not even thinking—justneeding. Needing to touch him, ground myself, feel something that isn’t just the dizzying wave of sensation crashing through me.
With a firm grip on his hair, I begin to thrust my hips up to meet his tongue. The feeling of his mouth on my pussy is wild and so full of hunger, it makes me shiver.
“Fuck, Henson. Your mouth,” I whimper, arching for more.
He growls in response, as if I’ve just lit a match inside him, and devours me like I’ve never been eaten before.
I can barely breathe. My body feels so alive, humming with pleasure.
“I’m so close,” I moan, just as he slips two fingers inside me, and I cry out in ecstasy, my orgasm exploding.
Henson’s hands are steady on my hips. They’re massive, wrapping around me as if made to hold me still. And God, the way they handle me makes my whole body ache.
I coax him up, pulling him closer until he’s hovering over me, and kiss him, hard, tasting my arousal on his lips.
His hands move across my body, memorizing every inch, every sound I make when he touches mejust right.
“You’re driving me insane, Mira. You have no idea what you do to me.”
He shrugs off his shirt and slides out of his pants, then settles above me again. I can’t help but drink in the sight of him—all broad chest and carved lines and hands that could break me if they wanted to.
I gasp at the press of his hard cock, and I look down. It’s… perfect. Thick, veiny, with the slightest curve.
My body arches instinctively, every part of me drawn to him like gravity.
“Tell me you want this,” he says, his forehead pressed to mine, voice shaking, barely holding it together. “Tell me I’m not the only one losing my mind right now.”
“I’ve never wanted anything more.”
When the words slip out of my mouth, that’s the moment I know I’m in trouble.
His hand cups my face gently. “I’m going to fuck you now, nice and slow until you come all over my cock.” His thumb brushes over my cheekbone as he holds my gaze. “After that, I’m going to fuck you again, claiming you and your body. Fast and raw, enough for your perfect cunt to weep for me.” I cling to him like a lifeline, like maybe if I hold tight enough, I won’t come apart again. “Then, I’m going to fill you up until all you feel is my cum inside you.”
His words undo me, pulling a helpless sound from my throat.
“Do you understand?”
I nod, because it’s all I can manage. My lips part, but no sound comes out—just breath and need.
“No. Use your words, Amira,” he commands.
I swallow hard, trying to steady the chaos in my chest. My voice is hoarse. “Yes, I understand.”
He smiles then. “Good girl.”
My body is trembling beneath his, craving more. He leans in, brushing his lips along my jaw. “Tell me you’re mine tonight.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I’m yours.”
His mouth finds mine again—slower this time, deeper—like he’s trying to make the moment last. Then he stills.
