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A sudden tug on my hair has my eyes snapping open.

“Watch me fuck you, Arryn. Do not take your eyes off the mirror princess or I’ll keep you aching for the rest of the day.”

Chapter Eighteen

Idrop my eyes to where the tip of my cock disappears into her tight cunt, her wetness soaking me. Goddamn, she was perfect, her hair wrapped around my fist, graceful neck arched as I pull her head back.

My eyes bounce to the mirror where her eyes are watching my face. I grin at her slackened lips, lids threatening to close at the pleasure I’m pushing into her body. With her eyes latched onto mine I slam into her body, burying myself balls deep, her tightness squeezing me as her body adjusts at the sudden intrusion. She cries out, nails clawing at the bathroom countertop and her eyes flutter closed. I yank her hair and again her eyes snap open, and she glares at me.

“Keep. Watching.” I grunt, thrusting into her hard enough our bodies slap together and her body jolts forward with every slam of my hips. I ride her from behind hard and fast, fist tangled in her black mane of hair.

Her glare turns heated, and I grab her hip with the hand not holding her hair, using both to pull her onto my cock with each pump of my hips.

“Fuck yes,” She cries.

We watch each other, faces twisted in pleasure as I continue to fuck her, listening to her cries like they’re music. She takes each hard thrust of my hips, swallows up my cock into her tight little body, but I needed deeper.

I let go of her hair and her head falls forward, but she corrects herself, lifting her chin to watch me beneath her lashes. I reach down and grasp one thigh, forcing her leg up so her knee is resting on the edge of the counter, and straighten her spine, holding her to me by one hand at her throat. I adjust and slam up into her, watching her watch me in the mirror, my hand cupping her jaw, the other holding her open for me and I punish her with hard, fast thrusts.

“God, keep going,” She mewls, “Don’t stop, Everett. Please.”

“That’s it, princess,” I praise, “Look how good we fit together,” I say, “So fucking beautiful.”

She is damn pretty like this, all of her body on show for me, that pretty cunt dripping for me, soaking my cock and thighs as I fuck her hard. She takes it so damn well.

“Play with your pretty pussy, little storm,” I order, “Get yourself off on my cock. I want you to come all over me.”

She immediately drops a hand to herself, rolling the tips of her fingers against her needy little cunt.

“Part yourself,” I tell her, “Let me see how you fuck yourself Arryn.”

She groans, head dropping back onto my shoulder, but she keeps her eyes open and on us. I watch in the reflection as she parts her lips and scissors her fingers through her folds, teasing herself before she pays attention to the swollen nub at the top of her dripping slit.

“Everett,” She moans my name, “I’m going to come.”

“That’s right,” I thrust, feeling her inner walls beginning to flutter as her climax barrels to the surface. “Give it to me.”

Her cunt squeezes me like a vice as she cries out with her orgasm. “Fuuuccckkkkk!” I groan, my hips losing rhythm as my climax whips down my spine. I thrust hard, once, twice, three times before I lose myself inside of her, emptying myself with a long moan.

She leans forward, resting her elbows on the counter as I lean across her back, my lips at the nape of her neck. Her breathing is hard and fast, skin slickened with sweat. Standing, I look down as I slip from her body, using my hands to part her, watching as I leak from her.

“So damn perfect,” I murmur, using a single finger to swipe up my come and push it back inside her, fucking her with my finger. She moans needily, pushing back on my hand for more.

“What a greedy little thing you are,” I muse, “You want more, princess?”

“Mm,” She hums, pressing back on the finger. I add a second, letting her use my hand to find her second release. A mix of her and me soaks my hand, and I add a third finger, stretching her open.

“God,” she whimpers.

“He isn’t here right now, little storm, just me. So, if you’re going to worship anyone, worship me.”

I help her pace, pumping my fingers with every roll of her own hips, pushing my fingers into her. “What do you want?” I ask her.

“You,” She whimpers, “More, please.”

“Sit your ass on the counter,” I order, helping her wobbly legs to turn and aid her into sitting on the side. I drop to my knees between her legs, fingers still buried inside of her body, pumping and thrusting into her and then I lean in and suck her swollen clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue against her and feeling her hips grind into my face.

“Shit!” She moans loudly, hand latching onto my hair to hold me to her. I keep up with my pace, her hand tightening in my hair until she detonates. Her pussy flutters on my tongue but I keep thrusting my hand, prolonging the orgasm until she’s physically pushing me away from the over stimulation.

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