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I’m so close, yet so empty. I need more.

“Please. Blake.”

“Ask me.”

“Fuck me, Blake… Please.”

His fingers slide away, and he lets go of my head. And I want to cry from the loss.

“Get on the bed.”

I walk over to the double bed on shaky legs.

“Hands and knees.”

I climb up and scoot to the middle.

The sound of blood in my ears pulses to the same rhythm as my core.

“Lift up your skirt. Show me everything.”

With one hand, I lift the skirt of my dress over my hips. Cold air hits my sensitive skin.

And I wait.

The bed bounces as Blake climbs on behind me. I hear him unzip. Then I hear the sound of a wrapper. I look back in time to see him roll a condom on before two firm hands grab my hips.

Then I feel him.

He drags the length of his full cock against my folds.

I whimper and my core quivers.

“You want this?”

He rubs up and down, leaving me no doubts about what he means by this.

But something about the way he keeps asking me for my permission bugs me. I bet he didn’t ask the other girls a hundred times if they were ready.

Does he think I’m weak? That I can’t handle it?

“I already told you yes." I push my hips back against him. "Stop asking! Fuck me, Blake. I want it hard. I want the bed to hit the wall, I want the room to shake, I want the people downstairs to think there’s an earthquake.”

He makes a savage sound that sends a lightning bolt down my back, and positions his cock at my entrance, pushing in slowly, the thick head stretching my opening, promising so much more.

“Oh, Amelia. I ask so I can hear you beg.”

He grabs my hair and twists it around his hand again, forcing my head back, as he leans forward on one arm, his chest grazing my back.

He pushes in, then a little out, then back in a little deeper.

I’m so ready, so open, so wet, and yet I feel every inch of him driving inside me as my inner walls flutter happily.

“Aah,” Blake’s cry is tortured pleasure. “So good, pulling me in like that.”

With one last hard thrust he bottoms out, pushing as hard as he can, reaching a sensitive part inside me, his balls smashing against my skin. So deep, with his hand holding my head, I can’t move, I’m completely at his mercy. And I want…

“More,” I beg.