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“Fuck, Alessa,” Natalie gasps, her nails digging into the sheets beneath her. “Don’t stop...please...”
“Do you like it, darling?” I tease, my breath hitching as our pace quickens again. “You like the way I fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“You’re mine, Natalie. Tell me you’re mine.”
She can barely speak. “Yours—I’m yours…”
“Yes.Mine.” I lean in and put a hand on her throat, no pressure behind it, just a show of ownership, a reminder that right here, right now, she belongs to me.
Her breath belongs to me.
Her body belongs to me.
And I continue to buck against her, the room filling with a symphony of panting, moans, the slippery, wet noise of our connection. The pleasure is almost unbearable, a storm of sensation that threatens to consume me entirely. I can see Natalie’s orgasm building, rising up as she gasps harshly, grabbing at my hips to encourage me.
“Harder, Alessa,” Natalie begs, her voice barely a whisper as I grind my pussy down on hers. Our swollen clits collide again, sending sparks right through me.
I’m so close.
God, so close.
“Look at you, so desperate for me,” I half-pant, half-laugh. “You want me to fuck you harder? You like to feel how much control I have over you?” With each word that leaves my lips, I feel her falling deeper under my spell.
“Please, yes,” she grits out, unable to hide the desperation in her voice.
I pick up the pace, chasing my own high now, consumed by an overwhelming desire to dominate her completely. And the power I hold over her is intoxicating.
“Come for me, Natalie,” I command her. “Show me what you look like in complete surrender.”
Her mouth opens wide, almost astonished, and she sucks in a deep breath, holding it as her body reaches its peak and begins to tumble over.
“Tell me how good it feels,” I pant out. “Tell me.” My voice drips with wicked satisfaction as I watch her unravel, but all she can do is let out a slow wail as her climax washes through her.
Her hands grip my thighs, her fingers digging into my soft flesh, and I sit up straight, let my clit rub hard into hers, and let go myself, bucking through my pleasure until the last little shivers of it die out.
* * *
In the aftermath, I pull Natalie close, burying my face in her hair. We’re both drenched. Sweat, saliva, sex. God, I’ve never felt quite so wrecked—and so happy about it.
How did this happen? One minute she was an intriguing new possible conquest at my club, the next I was tumbling into bed with her.
And now—now I fear that someonehasmade a conquest. And that someone is not me.
Natalie kisses my collarbone, her fingers trailing down my side. “What are you thinking about?”
I hesitate. Can I trust her with the truth? But after what we just shared, how can I not?
“You,” I admit. “I didn’t expect…well, I didn’t expect to feel this way.”
Natalie props herself up on one elbow to look at me, her expression soft. “Me neither. But…I’m glad it happened.”
Happened?
“We’re not done yet,” I tell her.
I don’t know how long it will take to put out this fire, but it will be fun finding out. My hand fingers trail over her again, and desire flares to life once more in her eyes.
