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Her eyes widen as I pitch back.

“Glad you understand now.”

“So wait a minute.” She pushes at my chest, a minuscule slant edging her mouth. “We aren’t together—we aren’t even friends—and you’re already making rules about who I can fuck? Doesn’t seem fair to me.”

“Life isn’t fair. Sorry to be the one to break it to you.” My fingers constrict around her delicate, breakable throat.

She sniggers. “And what do I get out of this except your constant scowl?”

“You get this.” I thrust two fingers into her pussy, and her nails dig into my biceps as she clings to me.

“Fuck, Anton…”

“So do we have a deal?” I drive them deeper, harder, my thumb gliding over her clit until she can barely form a word.

“Yes, yes. Whatever you want.”

My cock is already hardening again just from seeing her this desperate for me. One corner of my mouth lifts as I pull my fingers free, drawing a frustrated groan from her.

“That’s not nice.” She huffs.

I drag my wet fingers across my lips before sucking them clean, groaning when her taste floods my tongue. Her mouth falls open as she watches, and I press those same fingers between her lips. She holds my stare while sucking every trace of herself from them.

I don’t know what it will feel like to have her cunt wrapped around my cock, but the need to find out is becoming relentless.

“I’m not a nice person. You should know that already.”

She grabs my forearm. “I think there’s more to you than that.”

“No, there isn’t.”

Before she can convince me otherwise, I turn her around, undo my pants and shove them down, drag her panties to her knees, then impale her on my cock until we’re both groaning.

The instant her wet cunt closes around me, every thought disappears beneath the perfection of it. I don’t even know what to compare it to because nothing has ever felt this fucking good.

“Oh, shit,” she hisses, pushing her ass back against me.

I grab a handful and spank her hard, dragging a sharp gasp from her. Then I drive into her deeper and faster, my body knowing exactly what to do.

“Don’t stop.” She bends forward until her palms hit the wall, opening herself wider and giving me more access to her pussy.

Would she be turned off if she knew she was my first?

I have no intention of finding out. Women like Thora want men with experience, not some fucked-up bastard who’s never made a woman come before her.

Not that I haven’t had opportunities. I simply never wanted anyone enough to act on them, and the thought of getting close to another person held no appeal.

It still doesn’t. Thora is the exception. I can take what I need while giving her what she wants. Besides, I have to keep tabs on her anyway, and fucking her gives me another way to do that.

“Anton, oh God, I’m gonna come again.”

I wind her hair around my wrist and pull her head back until her eyes meet mine. “You’re drenched, printsessa. Do you always enjoy things you shouldn’t?”

Her eyes suck me in. “Only when it feels this good.”

With a groan, I pound into her, unable to stop.

Blyat. She makes it hard to resist her.