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It’s quiet—so fucking quiet.
The only thing I hear is the unusually strong springtime wind whistling outside. Slowly walking out into the hall, the floor creeks with the weight of my movement, and I pause, my heart leaping up into my throat as I wait to see if anyone’s heard me.
But there’s nothing.
I smirk, continuing into the hall and venturing down, slowly and steadily, toward Ingrid’s room. When I get to her door, a soft glow of light is peeking out from beneath. Furrowing my brows, I wonder why she’s still awake at three in the morning, so I gently rap on the wood and carefully open her door.
As I pop my head around, I see her sitting up in bed, reading a book by the lamp on her nightstand, a sexy little red silk nightgown on, her hair up in a messy bun, and a pen in her mouth. She glances at me, looking like some kind of kinky librarian. I swear my cock grows so hard I can’t control it, and in these tight briefs, her eyes drop straight to my tenting erection, and she smirks.
“Well, hello to you too,” she whispers.
I quickly close the door behind me, shaking my head as I turn back to face her. “Jesus Christ, woman, you have never looked sexier than you do right now.”
She kicks her legs out from under the covers. Her long, toned, gorgeous legs go all the way up to that delicious pussy, making me want to dive right in and taste her all over again.
“How ’bout now?” she asks in such a seductive way it makes my cock harder if that’s even possible.
I stalk over to the edge of her bed, glancing down at her. “You know I only came in here to check and see if you’re okay after what happened today?”
Her face falls, like she’s remembering it all over again. She clenches her eyes shut, then suddenly shifts to her knees, crawling to the edge of the bed to me, her hands splaying out on my chest. “I don’t want to talk about today, South. I want you to help me forget. I want to finally get lost in you.”
I groan, reaching out and caressing her cheek. “Are you sure? Stop me now because I won’t be able to after I have you. I won’t be able to hold back in front of everyone.” I trail my hand from her face down to her pussy and cup her firmly. “Everyone will know this pussy is mine,” I warn, my gaze never wavering as I drop to rest my forehead on hers.
Her breath hitches, and when she doesn’t respond, I pull back, but she stops me, wrapping her arms around my neck and slamming her mouth to mine. I growl, lifting her with ease, hooking her legs around my waist.
“Oh, angel, I warned you. Now I’m gonna worship this body, imprint myself in you so when I look at you, your pussy will ache for me,” I murmur against her lips, grinding her against my throbbing cock.
I know I need to take my time with her, show her exactly what she means to me, but when she whimpers, the heat of her pussy and the dampness of her panties soaking into the thin fabric of my boxers, precum forms on the head of my cock.
Walking her to the wall by the door, I press into her, letting her feel how much I want her, and she moans.
And that moan is almost my undoing.
Unhooking her legs, I let her slide down my body. She’s panting, her eyes heavy with desire. I take a step back, and she moves to follow, but I stop her, turning her to face the wall. “Hands on the wall and stick this delicious ass out,” I order, smacking her plump, round cheeks. Ingrid jumps in surprise with a yelp but does as she’s told. “Look at you, angel. Mmm… good girl.”
I step in behind her, appraising her positioned at my mercy, keeping my hips close enough for her to feel my presence but not so close that I’m touching her. However, the temptation she presents in this position is deadly.
She tilts her head back, trying to see me, and I can’t resist wrapping my hand in her loose bun and pulling her, causing her to arch her back more. “Please, South,” she begs, and I growl, slapping her ass.
Releasing her hair, I grip her hips and lean, kissing between her shoulder blades. “Shh, angel. I’ve got you.”
I push her nightgown up and slip her panties down her legs, appreciating the view as I kneel behind her. Her pussy glistens in the soft light, taunting me of the heaven I know awaits. I lightly blow, watching as she tries to push back, seeking more.
“Fuck, South. Put me out of my misery…please.”
My chuckle turns into a growl as I bury my face, sinking my tongue into her. Her moan echoes through the room, and while I know she should be quiet, I can’t bring myself to care.
Those moans are for me, and I want every one of them.
Gripping her hips with bruising force, she presses into me, fucking my face, and I love it—love when she takes what she needs from me. With one hand, I slide between her legs, encouraging her to open for me.
She steps her legs apart, arching further.
“Fuck, yes!” she hollers, and I pinch her clit.
Ingrid’s body tenses. She breathes frantically as her skin covers in goose bumps. Her body convulses against my face, and her muscles give out, sending her over the edge. I continue to work through her orgasm, lapping her up, not wanting to waste a drop. She’s panting, her hips shaking.
“No… no more. It’s too much!”
