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“Yes, baby?”
Her eyelashes flutter. “I don’t think I can handle another orgasm.”
“Hm…” I run my lips over her jaw, along her neck and towards her ear. “I’m afraid you don’t have a choice.”
I bite down on her lobe as I push inside her again. Her mouth pops open into a perfect O. She’s probably not gonna be able to walk tomorrow.
Good. She can sit down and think about my proposition.
Either way, I want her body sore and aching for days after this night. I want to leave my imprint on her body; I want to leave my scent on her skin. I want to show her exactly what she’s giving up if she chooses to walk away from this.
I watch her tits bounce as I pump into her wildly. “Who do you belong to?” I demand through gritted teeth.
She’s so busy moaning and screaming that she doesn’t answer. So I repeat myself, louder this time.
“I’m not gonna stop until I hear you say it.Whodo you belong to?”
Her eyes find mine. She looks wild, completely undone. Hair flying untamed, eyes bright with lust, cheeks flush with fire. “You,” she gasps. “Only you.”
“Good girl,” I growl, increasing the speed and strength of my thrusts as reward.
Her screams spur me on faster and faster. I’m not sure how, but somewhere between her orgasm and mine, I find our hands interlinked, fingers entwined together, gripping tight. I’m balls-deep inside of her—and yet holding hands is a million times more intimate. It reminds of the first night we did this, when I kissed her while we fucked. There’s a line being crossed. One I never saw coming, but I’m helpless to stop myself from soaring right across it.
When I finish coming, I collapse, careful not to put all my weight on top of her.
“Good Lord,” Emma gasps. “That was… intense.”
She’s right. Itwasintense.
But it only makes me greedy for more.
* * *
“This ice cream is straight-upsinful.”
She’s wearing one of my t-shirts, her legs stretched across the sofa towards me. I’m tempted to take her feet and plop them on my lap, but like the hand-holding when we were having sex, the consequences of a gesture like that is giving me pause.
It’s not that I don’t want to do it.
It’s that I know that I already let my inner beast out of the cage at the gala and it ended up in a fucking headache. Fuck knows what kind of consequences it would bring if I unhooked it from its leash again.
“Okay!” Emma slams the lid back on the ice cream container and hands it to me. “Take it away or else I won’t stop.”
After the first three orgasms I’d given her, we took a half-hour break. Then I’d fucked her mouth before carrying her into the kitchen to spread her out on the marble counter. We ended up in the living room where, two orgasms later, she informed me that she was in danger of fainting if she didn’t get some sugar in her body immediately.
Strangely, despite the workout I’ve just had, I’m not hungry at all. The only thing I’m craving is her.
Still.
“I should get going—”
“No.”
She falls back against the arm of the sofa. “No?”
“There’s something I want to discuss with you before you leave.”
One eyebrow drifts upward. “Okay. Discuss away.”
