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Knocking, I don’t wait for the invitation and enter the room to find Iris halfway out the wide-open window, apparently about to use a rope of bedsheets to rappel herself down the two stories.
“Oh, no you don’t.” I rush to her and hook her around the waist, pulling her back inside.
I’m not surprised at all when she pushes out of my hold the instant her feet touch the floor. Still, I barely dodge the swing she takes and grab her wrist, slamming her body to mine. “Calm yourself, glikia mou.”
“I’ve already told you, I’m not your sweet one.” She jerks her wrist from my grasp and backs out of my hold, her eyes wild and swirling with a deep passion I recognize. She may be full of rage, but there is a very thin line between that and a hunger only one thing can feed. My cock agrees by jerking to attention.
“Iris mou, then.” I inch closer.
“I’m not yours. Period.” She picks up the clay pot on the stand next to her. “Don’t take another step.”
I take another step, daring her to follow through with her threat. When she hurls the pottery at me, I duck and it flies past my head, shattering against the wall. I lunge and grab her, pulling her to me and kissing her quickly before stepping back again. “You miss, I kiss.”
“That’s not a thing.”
“It is now, koukla mou.”
“I’m definitely not your doll.” She grabs another piece of clay art and throws it at me, barely missing my shoulder.
As before, I hurry and take her in my arms, this time kissing her longer, deeper. She whimpers into my mouth, and my entire body comes alive, the swelling of my cock swift and urgent. When I step back, she has a beautiful blush coloring her cheeks. “You missed again, asteri mou.”
Her eyes flash. “I’m not your star, either.” She reaches for the last piece of pottery on the stand and holds it up. “I’m not your anything,” she declares before sending the clay bowl through the air, this time not even coming close to hitting me. The sound of pottery crashing against the far wall is intensely satisfying. When I lunge, she quickly darts out of my reach by climbing over the bed.
“That will cost you two, latria mou.” Judging by the way her expression brightens, the way her tight nipples poke against the fabric of her dress, she’s enjoying this as much as I am.
“You’ll have to catch me.” She has a table full of fresh ammo and grabs the first pot, a wry smile tugging at her lips. “And I’m not your adored.”
“You are my everything,” I declare right back, shocking me. I can’t make such a claim, not knowing she’ll be in another man’s arms in less than 48 hours. Yet, it’s how I feel, I realize.
Her mouth falls open as the color in her cheeks darkens. She quickly recovers and throws the pot at me, though not nearly with as much force. It breaks as it lands at my feet. I step around the bed just as she grabs another piece of art. “Another miss? You aren’t missing on purpose, are you, moro mou?”
Calling her my baby gives her pause. She draws in a quick breath and blinks at me several times as her hand begins to shake. Her grip loosens and the bowl drops, shattering when it hits the tile floor. Glancing at the table, she reaches for the last piece of art and holds it up. “I-I’m not your baby.”
“You are my everything,” I repeat, and the small pot falls, cracking in two next to the shattered bowl. “And now, Iris mou, you are out of things to throw at me.”
“Oh yeah?” She arches one of her dark eyebrows and proves me wrong by launching into the air, landing in my arms, the force knocking us backward onto the bed. We bounce as our mouths come together.
I waste no time pulling at her dress, lifting it from her body as she works the buttons of my shirt. Once we are both naked from the waist up, I flip her to her back and center my mouth between her legs, quickly freeing her of the damp, cum-soaked panties that denied me of my prize earlier. I will no longer be denied.
Inhaling deeply, I take in her scent. “Your want for me shines on your body.” I dart out my tongue and steal my first taste of her juice, and I’m hooked. It’s a drug to my system, instantly addicting me and taunting me to take another hit. So, I do. Again and again, sliding my tongue up and down her slit, entrance to entrance, lapping up every drop. When I flick at her clit, her hips lift.
“Oh!” She weaves her fingers into my hair and opens her legs wider, spreading her folds. I pull them back, exposing her swollen nerves, dark pink and throbbing for my mouth. I slide a finger into her weeping hole, and she shudders. I then slip in two and cover her clit with my lips, rapidly slapping it with my tongue. “Ah!”
I’m desperate to taste more of her cream and eagerly fuck her with my fingers, with my mouth and tongue, relishing in her mewls and cries as her breath grows shallow. “That’s it, Iris mou. I feel your pussy tightening on my fingers. You want to come for me. My baby wants to please Kristo by coming on my tongue, letting me drink from the source of your passion.”
“Yes. Oh god. Yes!” She arches her back as the walls of her pussy clamp down. Juices flood her channel, drenching my hand and covering my lips. I’m anxious to consume everything she gives me, sucking and pleading for more.
She comes down from her shattering orgasm and melts to the bed. I quickly undress and palm my cock as I kneel at the foot of the bed, eyeing her body now flush and relaxed. Walking on my knees toward her, she lifts to her elbows and stares at my cock, licking her lips.
“Does my baby want this?” I stroke my cock, working pre-cum out the tip. “Would you like me to stretch you with my flesh, plunge deep inside your pussy over and over until we both come together?”
“Yes,” she hisses and falls back on the mattress as I hover over her, my dick pressing against her saturated folds. When I rock my hips, slipping inside her slick heat, she hisses again.
I want to go slow, I really do, but her tight pussy refuses me any control and I slam our hips together, plunging so deep I swear I feel her heart as it marks my soul. I pull out and thrust deep again, drawing more cries from my Iris.
“Iris,” I strangle out her name as I fuck her hard, doing everything in my power to draw more of those cries from her lips. She has her arms around my neck, her legs around my hips, so I lift us to a sitting position and drive my cock deep into her pussy.
“Kristo!” She kisses me feverishly and mewls into my mouth as I plunge in and out of her body, stroking her nerves and pushing us both closer to climaxing together.
