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But Elliot had no conflicts about fucking Arielle, so I forget my guilt quickly.
Akim’s tongue on me is so warm and slick that my pussy is dripping as he licks and sucks my clit. He alternates from one to the other, and as soon as he senses that I’m getting close, he slows down, edging me over and over until I’m practically begging him to let me cum.
“Yeah, I want you to beg me, you sweet bitch,” he growls.
“Please let me come, Akim,” I beg breathlessly, my legs shaking as I stand on my toes.
The pressure is building up, and I know I won’t be able to hold back much longer. Akim lifts one hand and slides two fingers inside of me again, doubling the sensation of my already overstimulated, trembling pussy.
If I listen closely, I can hear Elliot shouting derogatory names at me from the basement.
He can absolutely hear us.
This is the greatest thrill of my life, actually being able to get back at someone who has wronged me in the most unnecessarily personal way possible. My heart slams so hard in my chest that it hurts, but the feeling is indescribably good, like chewing the insides of your cheeks.
“Are you going to cum for me?” Akim asks in a low voice, just loud enough for Elliot to hear.
“Yes, I’m going-,” I begin before my orgasm takes over me, seizing every inch of my body as I nearly collapse from the electricity as it courses through me. For a moment, I forget everything going on around me, and I’m able to let go. I feel incredible, pleasure pulsing through me to the beat of the music outside.
My legs falter, and I steady myself against the wall as Akim rises from his knees and kisses me long and deep again.
“You want to feel my cock inside you, babydoll?” he asks, pressing his hips into mine as he strokes my breasts through my dress.
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice mousy and shaken.
“Louder,” he commands.
“Yes!” I shout as he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back, attacking my neck with kisses.
He begins to take off his pants, and I can feel his cock throbbing against me, making me hungry for him all over again as if I hadn’t just cum seconds ago. I don’t even know this man, but he has a way of controlling me that nobody has ever had before. It comes so naturally to him that I fear I’m falling too quickly.
It’s been two days.
But how can I resist him?
He continues to face me, pressing me against the wall as he slides his cock between my legs, teasing both of us as he feels the slick warmth of my labia begging him to enter. I’m so aroused at this point that I don’t feel like I could ever possibly be close enough to him to be satisfied. I am ravenous for him, unlike I ever have been in my whole life.
When he slides his cock inside of me, I gasp at first at how huge it is. Even though I’d just taken all nine inches of him the night before, I’m shocked at how easy it is for him to fit inside. It’s a bit overwhelming, just like the first time, but the sensation only adds to the blinding pleasure I feel every time he thrusts, starting gently and building up speed.
“You wanna bend over for me like you did last night?” he asks, sliding his finger in my mouth as I bite it playfully.
“Bend me over. I want to feel how deep you go,” I reply, my voice catching in my throat.
He immediately turns me around, carrying me over to a stack of boxes that’s just high enough for me to bend over perfectly. He presses my chest into the box with one hand, taking a fistful of my hair again as he begins to fuck me callously as I scream his name.
“Fuck, oh my god, you’re so fucking deep,” I shout for him, feeling myself growing more and more enthusiastic about how vocal I’m being. I’ve never been so loud during sex before; it’s more liberating than I ever imagined.
He lets go of my hair and holds onto my hips as he grows closer and closer to orgasm, digging his fingers into my soft flesh as he fights the urge to cum inside of me.
After trying and failing to hold back, he holds my hips hard against his as he cums hard. I can feel his hot semen filling me up, running down my leg as he finishes.
I’m seeing stars. I’m so overwhelmed by the rush that it takes me a full minute to steady myself enough to stand up straight.
Instead of using my panties, Akim finds a paper towel and hands it to me. “Sorry about last night. I could have been less of a jackass,” he says, this time too quiet for Elliot to hear.
I love it. The big, bad club owner is all soft and cuddly in private.
“How was that, motherfucker?!” Akim shouts in the direction of the vent.
