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“And who wants me to make it up to her? I’m all yours. But you have to tell me what you really want, Chloe.”

She gives me a quizzical look. “To fuck me, like you said you were going to.”

“How do you want to be fucked?”

Making her feel safe even when pushing her is important. I want to give her a chance to take the lead if she wants it. In actuality, I don’t think she does. Either way is fine with me.

“I don’t know just . . .” Her voice trails off, and just as her arms move to wrap around herself, I lean into that pussy, giving her sensitive clit a few licks. She murmurs something, her hands clutching the mirror when I grab her thigh to place it on my shoulder.

Her smolder is intense, boring into mine as I take over. I blow across her clit, nip at the skin on her pelvic bone, and move her leg from my shoulder to drape over my elbow. My hands grasp her body, sweeping her off the counter and holding her in the air.

“Sebastian!” She clutches at my shoulders, holding on for dear life when I press her up against the wall. “What are you doing? You can’t hold me up.”

“Leverage baby. And I bench press far more than you weigh.”

With her legs splayed over each elbow and her climbing me like a damn tree, I quickly line up my dick with her wet pussy. I rub a finger back and forth over her.

“You’re fucking dripping for me.”

She snorts and rolls her eyes, the arrogance chasing away the vulnerability from a second ago.

“You ate me out better than anyone ever has, so you can’t blame me.”

Goddamn, that’s the first compliment I think she’s given me, and it was so hard-earned that I’m fucking proud of myself. I push the head of my dick into her tight hole, and we both groan. All that teasing, biting, and licking has made us both crazy horny, and I don’t think I’ll last long this time either.

Gravity does its thing as her body slowly slides down my shaft, causing her arms to loosen as she sags into me. Taking her against the wall is the best idea I’ve ever had.I’m so deep inside her that my cock is hitting her cervix. She’s so wet that I can feel her dripping onto my balls, and I swear under my breath.

“Feed me that cum.”

I think I’m going to pass out for pure pleasure. If she’s nasty like me, I’ll never let her go. I’ll be in a relationship, take her out on dates and bring her lunch if she turns out to be a kinky fucker like I am.

“Fuck yeah.”

I crash my lips to hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth while my wet chin rubs all over her skin. She moans, moving opposite of my plunging cock and turning into the tiger that I accuse her of being. I fuck her hard, alternating between watching her body bounce against the wall and her face as she moans, her eyes screwed shut, and her lips curve up in pleasurable agony. I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze. The urge to choke her is irresistible.

I can see the veins in her neck sticking out, her breaths hitching, and her body getting a little more tense as I cut off her air. The look of surprise in her eyes makes my balls tingle, so I squeeze harder and fuck faster. Her little body bounces on my cock, matching the rhythm of her pulse against my palm while her face turns red.

It’s a beautiful sight when she explodes all over my dick. My hand falls away from her throbbing throat, gasping for air and mumbling out my name. My release follows hers, bursting with such force that I’m sure I broke the condom.

Her lips seek out mine, grabbing my head as she thrusts her tongue deep into my mouth, swirling against my teeth. It’s fast, feverous, sloppy, and hot. The passion pouring out of her is nothing I’ve ever experienced, and I keep pumping her hard and recklessly as her body sags deeper into my arms. She clenches again, her body convulsing around me while she rides out another long orgasm. When she’s out of breath and thoroughly spent, she breaks our kiss and leans against the wall, gasping for air.

“Fuck, Sebastian.”

12

CHLOE

My body is on fire. Sweat is pouring down my back in rivets. Sebastian’s sweat is glistening on the front of his body like my cum did on his face earlier. My heart is beating both in my chest and in my pussy where he remains deeply buried within me. I’m slipping lower to the floor as his muscles strain to keep me up. If I cared, I’d help him by holding myself up and redistributing my body weight, but I can’t move. My body vibrates with goodness, and I can’t move off this wall.

“I hope you didn’t mind the throat stuff.” He casts me a guilty look. “I got carried away.”

He leans in to steal a few kisses as if apologizing for what happened. At first, I was worried, thinking what the fuck. Then, realization dawns on me when his hand remains against my throat without any pressure. The few men I have been with who tried didn’t know how to do it properly and ended up applying pressure to my windpipe directly, which hurt like hell.

But Sebastian’s experience with it was obvious when he gradually applied pressure to the sides of my neck and not the front. It was perfectly executed and rocketed two powerfulclimaxes out of me. It was exhilarating and added to the complexity of the power dynamic.

“Obviously, I hated it,” I smirk, and he throws his head back, releasing a boisterous laugh that echoes through the room. His body sags in his relief, and he kisses me several more times.

“Goddamn, I like you, Tiger,” he shouts to the vaulted ceiling, then lets out a tiger size roar. It makes me giggle, which contracts my body, and pushes his softening cock out. “I guess that means we’re donefor now.”

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