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My swollen clit is throbbing, and I reach between us to rub it, but Azarius grabs my hand and pins it to the bed beside my head.
“You can come when I say so.” He increases his pace to a blinding speed, slamming into me with such force that we rock the heavy bed. The headboard knocks steadily against the wall behind it.
“Please,” I beg, desperate for release. Every thrust sends a jolt of pleasure bursting through me, but it’s not enough to make me finish. It would only take a few seconds of clit stimulation for me to come.
He could press it like a button and set me off.
But instead, he says, “Not yet.”
He releases my wrist and reaches for my thigh, hiking my leg up until it’s propped on his shoulder. From this position he’s able to go deeper, and his length is almost too much for me, but I won’t tap out. Not after I told him I could handle it. Instead, I bite my bottom lip to stifle the cry fighting its way up my throat as he pounds into me mercilessly.
I’ll be lucky if I can walk after this.
After a few more thrusts, he slips his cock out of me and sits back on his heels. I wonder momentarily if I’ve done something wrong, but he affectionately slaps a hand against my thigh and makes a jerking motion with his head.
“Roll over so I can fuck you from behind.”
My stomach somersaults the way it does every time he orders me to do something, and I flip over onto my stomach. I get on my knees, arching my back and positioning myself for him, and feel the pressure of his cock against me. He pushes his way inside, letting me stretch and adjust to his size once more, before quickly picking up his pace.
I bury my face in the pillow as he strokes fast and deep, every thrust drawing a moan from my lips. He slaps a flat hand against my ass without interrupting his pace, and after the shock of the pain wears off, it’s replaced by an enjoyable heat.
He slaps the other side, evening them out, and I’m swallowed by another rush of warmth.
“Fuck,” I groan into the pillow.
My clit is so swollen I’m surprised it hasn’t burst at this point, and just as I’m considering touching it again, Azarius’s hand winds its way around my waist and finds it. It’s slick with wetness already, and as he rubs it in time with his thrusts, the climax that’s been swelling inside me is finally unleashed.
My orgasm engulfs me, and I scream into the pillow as he continues to slam into me, his fingers working mercilessly against my clit. He rides me through it, almost to the end, before his own release claims him.
“Shit,” he grinds out as he slams into me a final time.
I can feel every inch of his cock contract inside me as he fills me to the brim with cum, and as soon as he withdraws himself, I collapse to the bed.
I’m entirely spent.
Thoroughly fucked.
His breaths are heavy as he flops down on the bed beside me—apparently, he wore himself out too—and he gestures to the crook of his arm. I drag myself over, curling myself up against him, and lay my head on his chest. I can instantly hear his wild heartbeat galloping beneath me.
“Can we pretend that was our first time?” he asks jokingly, resting his chin on the top of my head. “We can just pretend the first one never happened.”
I completely understand why he feels that way, and if I’m honest, I agree. This is how it should have been. Not forced the way it was in the dining room. Not in front of an audience.
But I can’t let him off that easily. He’s too fun to mess with.
Besides, if I stop using comedy to redirect things when they get too serious, I’ll be forced to admit that I’m falling for Azarius.
And I’m not ready for that truth.
“I don’t know. I really liked you telling me to get on my knees,” I say flippantly and begin to trace one of the markings on his chest with my finger.
He laughs. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”
After cleaning ourselves up and sliding the bed, which we managed to scoot a few inches away from the wall, back where it belongs, Azarius crawls under the comforter and motions for me to join him. As I settle into the crook of his arm again, I put my head on his chest, and his arm curls around my back.
I don’t know what to say when he pulls me close and runs his fingers up and down my arm, but I can’t deny that I enjoy the fuzzy feeling it gives me. He presses his lips to the top of my head, and I close my eyes, reveling in the moment.
“Do you want me to stay with you tonight?” he asks into my hair, his voice barely more than a whisper.
