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He looks me up and down, his chest heaving. "Touch yourself."

"Eh?"

"Now," he snaps.

His voice seems to have a direct connection to my brain, for I slide my fingers under the waistband of my sleep shorts—I’m only wearing that and my camisole—and my fingertips brush my already throbbing clit. A moan wells up.

"Stuff your fingers inside your cunt; bring yourself to orgasm."

He slows his speed, drags his palm from head to base leisurely as he continues to stroke himself. He lowers his gaze to my crotch, I slide two fingers inside myself and gasp as shivers of heat burst from the point of contact.

"In and out, Via; repeat with me."

I hold his gaze. "In," I breathe, as I slide my fingers inside my channel. "Out."

"In," we say in tandem, as he swipes himself from tip to base.

"Out," we chant as I pull my fingers to the edge of my slit, and "in." I add a third finger inside and gasp when the breadth stretches me.

"Out." He drags his hand to the crown of his dick.

"Faster," he says through gritted teeth. His ministrations pick up speed, and so do mine. I bring my hand up to squeeze my nipple as I keep pace with him.

"In," he growls.

"Out," I gasp.

"In," he snaps.

"Out," I whine as a trembling grips me. My entire body shudders as the pressure builds at the base of my spine.

"Stay with me, Via," he says in a hard voice.

A bead of sweat slides down my temple. I pant, gasp, and weave my fingers in and out of myself. In and out. The pressure squeezes in on itself. I moan, shake my head. "I’m coming."

"Don’t you dare."

His eyes grow fierce, and his jaw clenches. The fingers he holds above his head clench into a fist. His movements grow frantic; the slap of wet flesh against flesh increases in momentum.

The orgasm rocks against my core, sending shudders of liquid heat spurting up my spine. "I can’t. I can’t."

"You can." He bares his teeth, and holds my gaze.

His spine bends, and my back curves. Every part of me cries out for release. His shoulders seem to swell, his biceps bend, and his forearms grow so tight, I can see every individual vein outlined under his skin. Then finally, finally, he growls, "Come with me," and with a cry, my orgasm sweeps through me.

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She throws her head back and cries as she comes. I lower my free hand to hold it under my cock and spill myself into my palm. I come and come, and she pants, watching me from under her hooded eyes.

"Take off your top," I snap.

She blinks then, with a trembling hand, pulls off her camisole and drops it to the floor.

"Come here,Stellina."

Without hesitation, she walks forward, coming to a halt in front of me.

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