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I moan, my free hand between my legs. I’m buzzing with need as I start to tease my pussy, and he’s right, it feels so fucking good. I suck him faster, messy, unrelenting, and he pushes himself deeper, holding tight to my hair.

I pull back, groaning like he wanted, stroking him.

“You’re so fucking pretty touching yourself down on your knees,” he says, bending down to kiss me.

I kiss him back. He drags me up by the hair, turns me around, and bends me over the bench. He drops down, yanks off my pants, and rips my panties aside as he licks me from behind, his fingers teasing. He turns me around and I wrap my legs around his head, sitting back on the bench top, his tongue sucking and gliding up and down my folds, rolling around my clit as I grip his hair tight.

“Incredible,” he grunts, fucking me with his fingers. “I never knew a dirty little hell demon like you could taste like heaven.”

“Erick,” I gasp, back arching. “You’re really going to tease me?”

“Until you tell me what I want to hear, god damn right I am.”

“Fuck you,” I moan as his fingers find that perfect spot and my skull melts. He rubs me like that before stopping again. “What do I have to say?” I’m begging now, pleading.

“Tell me to fuck you.”

“Erick,” I groan. “Please.”

“I want you to say,Fuck my needy, messy pussy, please, Erick. Say it now.”

“No.” I glare at him, my face flushed, and only a tiny sliver of rational thought still remaining in my skull. “I won’t.”

“Then we’re done here.” He steps back.

“Asshole,” I gasp. “Fuck me, you bastard.”

He comes back, kisses me, fingers teasing slowly. “The whole thing.”

“Fuck my needy, messy pussy, please, Erick, you piece of shit.”

He grabs my hair, spreads my legs, and sinks himself inside of me.

I gasp, back arching as it burns and feels so fucking good I could scream. He’s big, way too big, but he knows exactly what he’s doing as he sinks deeper and deeper, my legs hooked over his arms. I lean back on the table on my elbow, staring at him with my mouth open. He kisses my neck, rips open the buttons of my blouse, and kisses my bra-covered breasts as he slowly fucks me deeper.

“You grip me like this pussy was made for only me,” he whispers, grinding into me. I’m so wet and making these filthy noises, but I love it. “I don’t know how it took me so long to find you, my hell girl, but you’re everything I need.”

He fucks me faster. I wrap my arms around his neck and push myself along his shaft. I’m gasping, moaning with incredible bliss, and when he bites my neck, and shoulder, and my lower lip, I can’t take it anymore. I explode against him, coming so hard I stop breathing, and he doesn’t hold back, he fucks me until I’m lying back on the table and sweating, but he’s not done with me yet. He drags me back down, turns me around, my ass in the air, and spanks me.

I yelp in surprise, staring over my shoulder at him. “What the fuck?”

“That’s for not trusting me.” He spanks me again. I try to move but he grabs my hips and yanks me against him. “That’s because I love turning your lovely ass bright pink.” Then he sinks himself inside of me and I melt against him all over again.

He fucks me rough, his hand exploring my body like he’s been holding himself back this whole time but is finally releasing every bit of pent-up desire deep into my pussy. I push back down his shaft and gasp with bliss as he takes me, ripping deeper and deeper. He grips my breasts, wraps a hand around my throat, pulls my hair, spanks my ass. I’m dripping down my thigh, moaning his name, using my hand to push off the work table and harder down his length.

Every inch, every thrust, it’s too much. I’m losing myself as he leans over, his massive body dwarfing mine, and kisses me over my shoulder. It’s the kiss that finally does it, that throws me over the edge for a second time. I come on his shaft, come as I moan into his mouth, and I feel him stiffen as he fills me from behind.

I collapse against him. He groans, holding me tight. We’re spent, sweaty, half-naked, disheveled. The room’s a mess. I hadn’t noticed him knocking over paint cans and brushes, tossing materials around. It’s like a hurricane went off, but I hadn’t even noticed. I slide down to the floor and he holds me tight against him.

“I should clean this up,” I say, but I don’t move, and he doesn’t let me go.

“Soon.” He breathes deep against my neck. “You’re a pain in my ass, you know that, Hellie?”

“Great thing to say right after fucking me.”

“I know, but I mean it. This would be so much easier if I despised you.”

“Too bad I’m such a delight.”

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