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Sanity.

“Yes!” she squeaks and pins her hand on top of mine between her legs. “Yes!”

Roughly fucking her into my flexing grasp gets me grunting again.

Louder.

Less human.

“Yes!” Emmerz repeatedly shouts, ass rhythmlessly bouncing into my bucks, doing its best to succumb to every barbaric blow. “Fuckyes!”

“Mmmm,” I mindlessly grumble and yank her head closer to my lips, “I love it when you fucking swear for me, Teach.”

She whimpers.

Pushes harder against my palm.

“When you scream for me.”

Fumbles and tumbles against me when the tip of my dick hits that magic point again.

“When you let me fuck you.”

Gasps of air match the continual clamping down on my cock causing my own unsteadiness.

My own inability to do anything other than pump faster.

Split her in two, just so I can sow her up and rip her apart again.

I suck in a deep breath though my grinding teeth and pound and pound and pound and suck and pound while her pussy unremittingly begs my dick not for mercy but for more.

And more.

Screams shift to shouts.

Shouts shuffle to swears.

Swears soften to sighs, and it’s the sighs that swell my sac.

Have me clutching her hard enough to bruise and banging so hard that my knees buckle from the force.

Despite the ache on the soles of my feet, I dig in for leverage.

Anchor on for support as I whisper, “I’m gonna teach you how to take my fucking load.”

Emmerz hoarse voice hitches. “Yes…”

“You’re gonna suck that shit in.” My thrusting turns tempestuous. “Every.” Unstable. “Little.” Uneven. “Fucking.” I lose my foot knocking us both into the wood. “Bit.”

“Fuck!” reaches my ears and ends whatever shred of resolve I was white knuckling.

The first blazing burst has me darkly commanding, “Drain me.” Her muscles start trembling wildly in an effort to do what they’ve been told. “Take that shit.” Another splashes the walls I haven’t stopped carving my name into. “Take that shit like a fucking Old Lady should.” Whether it’s the new label she can sport or the filthy language I know she loves that leads to her feverishly humping my hand again is unknown. And honestly? Doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is how my mind goes blank on each white-hot spurt and how her pussy greedily guzzles until my twitching shaft completely stops. Then – and only then – do I wickedly declare, “Don’t. Spill. A. Fucking. Drop. Teach.” A teasing nip of her neck is taken. “Otherwise, your lesson will have to start all…over…again…”

Chapter 19

Emaline

Lips press to my bare shoulder sparking a soft pleased hum to leak out of me into the morning air. “Morning, H.”