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He buries his cock all the way inside me, penetrating deep. Both of his hands are around my ass now, pulling my legs wide as he begins to fuck me, his fingers brushing against the edge of my clit as his cock slams into me, over and over again.

My back is pinned against the wall, and my hands are wrapped around his thick neck. The pleasure is indescribable, as though his cock was made perfectly for me.

It reaches every curve, every spot inside me that shoots ecstasy through my body.

Nestor fucks me until my legs are shaking and I’m moaning so loudly my throat has gone dry.

He pulls me from the wall and carries me into the living room, still inside me until the moment he pulls out and throws me face-first over the back of the sofa. I squeal in fright, wiggling forward, but he grabs my leg and pulls me back where he wants me.

He stands with his thick, muscular thighs locked on either side of my legs as I bend far forward over the sofa.

My pussy is exposed to him. He brushes his fingers across it, a satisfied sound rumbling through him. He pushes his cock against me again and then slams his hips forward, shoving himself into me.

I gasp, but pleasure cuts my breath off. My fingers dig into the pillows, and he wraps his hands around my hips to hold me still.

He fucks me so hard I can’t think straight.

His cock reaches so deep inside me it feels like he wants to tear me apart, but I can’t seem to get enough of him.

His hands wrap around my ass and his thumbs pull my cheeks apart. He slips his hands lower and spreads my pussy as I bend forward, stretching my pussy open so that each time he thrusts into me the base of his cock rubs against my clit.

My moans get louder and louder as the pleasure builds. I can’t bear it anymore.

The orgasm slams into me, blinding me to anything else. Wave after wave of pleasure steals me away as he continues to fuck me with deep, steady thrusts until he explodes as well, shoving himself deep inside me so that I can feel every throb of his cock.

Chapter 15 - Nestor

She’s all I’ve been thinking about since that night.

I can’t even sleep properly unless I jerk off to the memory of her trapped beneath me on that sofa.

Fucking hell—she is perfect in every single way.

And the mischief I saw in her eyes when she challenged me. It breaks me down.

I still managed to be gentle with her, gentle enough so that she wasn’t bruised the next day. And by the looks of things, she was right; she has no problem with a little rough play.

I chuckle to myself and then realize I’m in my office, and the door is open—and I have another raging hard-on as I sit at my desk.

For fuck’s sake. Can I think about something else? Anything else?

I’ve got important things I need to deal with, and I’mobsessingover her. Every inch of her. Every little sound she makes.

The way her hair spilled over her back, the way her fingers gripped the pillow, the way she arched her back towards me as I pushed into her.

My cock throbs, getting even harder.

I groan in annoyance.

Work, Nestor. Work, or go home and fuck her again, but stop this fucking obsession.

I can’t go home and take her again.

We haven’t even spoken about what happened. It’s been awkward between us as we skirt around that conversation. I have no idea if she regrets it or not.

I press my fingers against my temple, massaging in circles, trying to push away the frustration.

I need to focus on the shit with my stepbrother. I have more investigators looking into Miron, but the urgency of this matter is beyond the norm at this point.

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