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With the feverish motions, her tee bunched higher, and Elena somehow released my towel without my noticing.

My cock bounced against her bare belly.

Flames licked at the contact.

“Please,” she whimpered.

Every inch of her arched in supplication.

I dropped to an elbow, searching for coherency through irrepressible need.

Through the chaos and mayhem that swarmed the room.

A disorienting illusion.

Both her hands were on my chest, blunt nails scraping the flesh, and I had fully taken over fucking her with the toy.

And it was so messed up, the way I tossed it aside and settled my cock into the slick heat of her lips instead.

My tip just brushing her entrance before I shifted so I could rock through her soaked center.

Not fully taking her. Pretending like it wasn’t as bad.

Like it wasn’t a full betrayal.

Most of all, I tried to convince myself that it could be enough.

Her cunt was slick and wet and hot as I rocked through her lips.

Fast and desperate and needy.

Grunts ripped out of me as sparks of approaching pleasure licked up and down my spine.

Elena was rocking too. Gripping onto my neck as she rolled in time.

Pressing up in a bid for more.

“Elena, Elena.” Her name dropped from me like a prayer as I thrust over her. The friction intense. Flames crackling with each stab.

I made sure the ball pierced through my tip rubbed over her clit each time.

“So close. So close.” I didn’t even realize I said it aloud.

“Please,” she begged again, and I edged back a fraction, and my dick caught at her entrance.

My head notched into her heat.

I fucking froze.

But it was too late.

I was coming. Pleasure crashed through my body as she splintered around me, and her walls contracted as I started to come inside her.

I pulled out, halfway through, and I emptied myself on the inside of her thigh.

And we both were gasping. Stunned. Taken.

I swallowed around the turmoil that wanted to send me running and instead, gathered her up and carried her to the shower.