Page 139 of The Moral Dilemma


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Using my fist, I squeeze his shaft as I suck just on the head.

“I’m close. So close,” he moans. But just as I know he’s about to come, I stop.

“W-what?” he mumbles, still euphoric.

I shimmy my hips around as I turn, giving him a wink and a mischievous smile.

“Not yet,” I say, repeating his words from before. “You only get to come inside me.”

His pupils are so big and dark, seemingly only growing larger as he regards me with unfulfilled lust. He doesn’t reply, waiting for me to make my move.

Caressing his shaft, I position it between the lips of my sex, moving up and down but not impaling myself on him—yet.

“Tell me what to do, Raf,” I murmur. “Order me.”

He licks his lips, his eyes moving from my face to my breasts before finally resting on my pussy.

“Take my cock in your hand, pretty girl,” he rasps heavily. I do as he says, grabbing his shaft. “Now lower yourself onto me.” He breathes hard. “Slow!” He grits out when I move too fast.

I follow his commands, bringing the tip of his cock to my entrance and slowly sinking onto him. My mouth parts on an o as I throw my head back, closing my eyes and simply enjoying the feeling of being joined with him like this.

“That’s it,” he praises. “Look how well we fit—how well your pussy takes me.”

I nod, mumbling some incoherent sounds as I lower myself until my pelvis meets his—until he’s so deep inside of me it’s like we’re no longer two, but one.

“Damn it, Noelle. You’re a fucking vision like this. All beautiful and wild and all fucking mine,” he says right as his hands come to rest on my hips. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

I writhe on top of him, waiting for him to tell me to move. God, but I’m getting drunk on the feel of him—on this moment and the freedom of the wilderness.

“Go on,” he urges me. “Fuck yourself on me.”

He doesn’t need to tell me twice.

Resting my hands on his chest, I raise myself up until he almost slips out of me before I impale myself on him again. And again. Soon, I’m establishing a wild rhythm that has me crying out of pleasure.

My hair is unbound and flowing in the wind. Everything else is cold except where my skin meets his.

“Just like that, pretty girl. Take everything you need.”

The words are barely out of his mouth when I start spasming around him, arching my back and clenching my walls around his cock.

“Ah,” I moan loudly—so loud, the forest echoes with my cries.

As soon as my orgasm has run its course, Raf switches our positions, placing me on the covered ground while he drives into me with renewed force.

One hand on my stomach, the other one on my hip, he holds onto me as he plows me, every single time stronger than the next.

I lose track of time. I lose track of everything but the sensations he keeps racking off my body.

“Fucking love you so much,” he breathes harshly. “So fucking much,” he continues as he keeps fucking me.

I whimper and mewl under his assault, so overwhelmed by pleasure I cannot even speak out loud. My thoughts are jumbled, my body a mosaic of pain and pleasure as he grips me tighter just as he fucks me harder.

Time simply ceases to exist.

I only come to my senses—vaguely—when I hear his loud grunts and feel his hot cum spill into me.

He crashes on top of me, his body blanketing mine as he holds onto me tightly.

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