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“You’re still hard.”
“I’ll fix that when you go and shower.” He kept his voice low and soothing. “Or I’ll wait, if you want to fuck me again.”
She rose over him, her fair hair a tangled mess and her face blotchy from all the crying. Her nipples were hard buds from where he’d . . .
“Why didn’t you come?”
“You said you wanted cock.” He shrugged. “I gave you cock. If you want more, I’ll give you that too. Palk made sure I can stay hard all night.”
“I’m not Palk.”
“Yeah. I get that. I’m not bleeding.”
At the mention of blood, she swallowed hard and he wanted to kick himself. Instead, he put his hands around her waist and lifted her away from him and onto the mat.
“Akran . . .”
“If you’re done with me, I’ve got to finish my workout.”
He rose to his feet and, with some difficulty, pulled up his shorts over the hard pulse of his cock. He smelled like her now. He’d have no problem making himself come after she left.
Fixing his attention on the abs machine, he placed his hands on the bars and started moving. She’d go soon. She’d gotten what she’d wanted.
Eventually she stomped back up the stairs. He wasn’t sure how she made so much noise in bare feet, but she managed it. The moment he heard the faint sound of her bedroom door slamming, he stopped and sank onto the bench beside the machine.
She’d left her panties on the mat.
Hating himself, he reached over and picked them up, bringing them to his nose to inhale her scent.
Palk was right. He was a weak fool.
With a soft sound, he shoved down his shorts, wrapped her panties around his cock, and forced himself to a hard, deeply unsatisfying climax.
CHAPTER
NINE
“Yeah, that’s . . . good, Lee.”
Anna squeezed her internal muscles tightly around Akran’s cock, enjoying the tension on his face and the change in his breathing. Since that first night when she demanded his cock, she’d come down to see him work out almost every night, and had extended his exercise routine to include fucking her.
She was straddling his lap now as he sat on the edge of the workbench, his hands gripping the underside of the metal frame as he strained to keep still beneath her. His heart was thumping and his skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. She pinched his nipple hard and he jumped.
“Will you use your mouth on my breasts?”
He went still and then slowly looked up at her. “If you’re sure.”
“I . . . want to try it.”
He dipped his head again and she sighed as his tongue flicked over her nipple. With him deep inside her, reminding her that there was nothing soft about him at all, she could deal with this.
“God,” she breathed out as he latched on to her nipple, making her rock her hips against him, the angle of his cock more extreme so that she climaxed again. She fell forward and set her teeth on his shoulder as the pleasure thundered through her.
After a long while she remembered how to breathe and eased her teeth out of his skin, rubbing remorsefully at the bite marks.
“Are you done, Lee?”
She closed her eyes again, aware that he was still hard inside her and would remain so until she left. It was infuriating. She’d tried every filthy, slutty trick she knew, but he wouldn’t climax.
