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My sensitive little bundle of nerves was really hard beneath my fingers. Using the flats of two fingers, I circled over my clit as he fucked my face, moving faster and faster until I was on the edge of climax once more. Gagging, I tried to open my throat as he pushed past the back of it again and again, but it was difficult to concentrate on his cock when my fingers were between my own thighs.

I knew how to touch myself. My fingers worked faster and faster as he pistoned into my mouth, taking me like I was his with a vicious fervor. I choked and gagged, but he didn’t slow down, and I eventually figured out a rhythm for breathing that timed with the rough cadence of his thrusts.

The room was filled with the heady scent of our passion, a blend of sweat and desire that hung thick in the air.

My thighs pressed together, my fingers moved faster, and all of a sudden, the tidal wave of pleasure was almost more than I could bear. It slammed down over me and swept me away in an instant.

As I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure, my heart raced in concert with the rhythm of our bodies. I clung to him, lost in the tempest of our passion, unable to find solid ground. I drowned in the depths of sensation, my body writhing as he fucked my mouth and groaned.

That guttural, masculine noise was like a siren’s call, drawing me deeper into the whirlpool of pleasure. It was the sound of his own desire, his hunger, and his devotion, all rolled into one intoxicating melody that echoed through the depths of my soul, leaving me utterly captivated and consumed by him.

His cock jerked faster into my mouth, owning my throat, once and for all. His grip on the back of my throat tightened as he fucked me, surging deep inside with one final thrust.

His cock throbbed on my tongue.

Oh fuck. He was about to come in my mouth.

I wasn’t ready for it, but he wasn’t waiting for me. Instead, his seed spurted into the back of my throat, filling it up and choking me. Left with no choice, I swallowed everything that I could, even as his come was still surging against my tongue.

My own orgasm burned on, taking me by storm and refusing to let me go. As I submitted to the overwhelming waves of passion, I felt a fiery intensity coursing through my veins, igniting every nerve ending in my body. The sensation was all-consuming, a relentless blaze that left me breathless and trembling. My heart raced in time with the electrifying rhythm of our bodies, each beat urging me further into the abyss of ecstasy.

His hands on the back of my neck, his cock pressed deep into my throat, it was as if we had become one, our souls entwined in a passionate dance. I clung to him desperately, breathing through my nose as my nails dug into his thighs and I arched into his touch, craving more of the intense pleasure that he effortlessly delivered.

The world around us faded into obscurity, and there was only the two of us, lost in a realm of sensation and desire.

By the time my orgasm ended, a burning tingly numbness reigned over my body.

Slowly, he pulled his cock free from my mouth and pulled me up by the back of my neck to my feet. My dress fell back into place, covering me at least for the moment.

I wavered back and forth, dizzy with pleasure, and he held me steady for a moment as he stared into my eyes. His other hand reached around to cup my cheek.

His thumb gently brushed against my lips, wiping my mouth in a loving and tender gesture that spoke volumes about his intentions.

His gentleness took me by surprise.

I watched as a storm of emotions played out on his face. In his eyes, I saw a fierce battle between tenderness and something darker, something he was desperately trying to suppress.

It was as if he wanted to hold me and push me away at the same time.

I leaned in closer towards him, wanting his arms around me more than anything.

Finally, he sighed, and I watched as he shook his head. His fist tightened around the back of my neck as he spun me around, lifted my dress, and slapped my bare welted ass hard enough to sting. The pain took me by surprise, and I cried out, reaching back with my hands to quickly cover my bare cheeks.

“Go take a shower and get ready for dinner.”

Asshole.

I dipped down and grasped my leggings, pulling them up with a huff, and then I stormed off with the taste of his come still fresh on my tongue.

CHAPTER 11

Nikolaos

I lost myself in the blue green lagoons of her eyes, the soft, gentle, caring soul within them screaming up at me to take care of her in the way a gentleman would.

I wanted to be gentle with her. I wanted to take her in my lap and comfort her, but I didn’t because I’m a fucking asshole that takes what he wants whenever he wants despite the consequences.

Just like you did with her.

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