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Hot cum gushes from her pussy as she grips my cock like a vise. And I slam inside her as I come hard, pouring burst after burst of ejaculate deep into her core.
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DANI
The feel of Efrem’s hot cum filling me until it oozes from my pussy intensifies the excitement pounding through my veins. Everything about the way he claims my body is so powerful and fierce and arousing.
His name leaves my lips like a prayer because this is the only heaven I ever want to know.
I’ve never known anything could be as good as coming with Efrem’s impressive cock buried deep inside me.
Air ripping from my lungs, I breathe heavily as Efrem throbs, his cock responding in rhythm with my euphoric waves of relief. I’ve never felt anything quite so consuming and overpowering.
Seeming to sense my electric overload of sensations, Efrem turns off the vibrator. And I can’t help but moan as my body continues to pulse and throb, my clit fluttering beneath his fingers. I’ve never come so hard in my life.
The amount of pleasure from such immense stimulation was almost painful. It felt like every one of my nerves had lit on fire. And then, when he touched my clit, I was gone. Consumed by a tidal wave of euphoria, I couldn’t hear, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. I could only feel.
And it was like a thousand tingling explosions lighting up my body. And at the same time, a cool numbness washes away any hint of pain, leaving only intense relief in its wake.
The aftershocks continue for so long, I can’t stop my limbs from trembling. And as Efrem slowly eases the vibrator out of my ass, I shudder at the deliciously foreign sensation.
Entirely spent, I slowly slip off the couch, and Efrem cradles me against his warm, strong chest, his arms like iron as they hold me against his muscular body.
“Did that make you feel good?” he breathes against my ear.
I release a disbelieving laugh. “Couldn’t you tell?” I ask, incredulous.
A low, rumbling laugh vibrates from Efrem’s chest, sending fresh excitement crackling up my spine. Turning my head, I tip my chin to meet his eyes over my shoulder, and he captures my lips in a scintillating kiss.
Then he scoops me up in his arms to carry me to his bedroom.
I let him, relishing the intense connection we have. It feels so good after a day full of such hurt and loss. But Efrem’s worth it. And if my parents can’t see how happy he makes me, then I’m glad for what I did.
Lying me on the bed, Efrem sprawls beside me, and I scoot close, resting my cheek on his chest. His arm holds me close, his fingers running lightly across my flesh, and I trace the patterns of his tattooed sleeve as I revel in my contentment.
As I lie in Efrem’s arms, I’m sure I made the right decision. He makes everything feel right after a lifetime of enduring stiff and unnatural, and fake. I don’t have to pretend with him or put on a false smile. He likes me for me, and it’s intensely liberating.
“Who are they?” I ask, studying the faces in his tattoo closely for the first time.
At first, they seemed almost like ghosts, the way their faces rise from the curling smoke of his sleeve’s design. But as I look closer, I find they, somehow, seem very familiar.
“My family,” he says, turning his arm to show the knowing face of an older woman nearest his shoulder with three male faces that resemble his, though much softer and more youthful.
“Your mom and brothers?” I guess, noting the distinct lack of his father’s likeness.
“Yes. My brothers are Matteo, Levin, and Aleksandr. It helps me keep them close,” he explains as I trace the delicate lines of their features.
“It’s beautiful.” And the black-and-white ink reminds me of Efrem’s photo hanging in an art gallery because he let me display his handsome face for all to see. Tipping my chin to look up at that same striking face above me, I ask, “Did you like your surprise yesterday?”
The shift is minor, but I can feel Efrem stiffen slightly, sending an uncomfortable jolt through my body.
But he smiles as he meets my eyes. “I did. You are very talented, Dani. I am proud of you for earning such an important spot in the showcase.”
My intuition tingles, telling me he’s holding back, and I sit up to face him fully as my heart kicks up a notch. “But?” I press.
“It is nothing,” he assures me, though his eyes shift to follow his hand as he runs it up and down my arm in an attempt to put me at ease.
“No, it’s something. What is it?” I demand, pulling back as my stomach starts to knot, my defenses flying up. After giving up my family for Efrem in the hopes that I can live an honest, open life, I don’t like the thought of him putting on an act for me. Even if it’s a small white lie because he doesn’t want to admit he doesn’t like the picture.
