Page 226 of Hell Hath No Fury
He rips off my panties in one go, making me squeal into his mouth. Then he pulls down his zipper and takes out his cock, which is so big it makes my eyes widen. Oh God. Am I going to regret this?
“Spread your legs for me, Emilia,” he says, stepping back only to look at my pussy, his tongue dipping out to lick his lips. He pulls out a condom from his pocket and rips it open, wrapping it over his length. His fingers trail the tip of his dick as he eyes me down with hungry eyes. “Show me how much you want it.”
My fingers splay behind my back, tortured that I can’t touch myself, let alone him, to do something about this lust coursing through my body.
“Fuck,” I murmur. “Give it to me.”
With a smug grin, he steps forward, cock hard and dripping with pre-cum. I swallow away the lump in my throat when I realize he’s much bigger up close than I anticipated.
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?”
