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Emma scrambles up on the bed presenting me with her beautiful ass. I crawl up behind her and knead the creamy globes, admiring the way they look beneath my hands.
Unable to resist, I pull my hand back and give the right cheek a gentle spank. Emma gasps and rocks back into my hand.
God, I love how responsive she is.
“Please, Sir, fuck me. I need to feel you,” she whimpers.
“So needy,Dulzura.But since you said please…” I notch the head of my cock at her entrance and push inside with one brutal thrust.
As her tightness envelopes me, I swear my vision blurs from the pleasure. No one has ever felt as good as she does, and I fear when this is all over, I’ll be craving the feeling of her for the rest of my life.
Emma moans when I’m fully seated inside, and I nearly come from the hot vice-like grip of her squeezing my length. I’m not even moving, but I swear I’m going to bust.
“Fuck,Dulzura. Your pussy is pure heaven.”
Your pussy feels like it was made specifically to fit my cock. I’ll never get enough.
“I’m going to fuck you hard now,Dulzura,” I say in warning before I gather her hair and wrap it around my fist. I pull all the way out and plunge back into her—deep.
Emma moans in pure pleasure as I set a brutal pace, fucking into her with such force her ass jiggles with every thrust. I feel almost out of control with lust—withneed.The need to feel her come on my cock, the need to feel her pulse around me. The need toclaimher.
I groan when she starts meeting me thrust for thrust, and I don’t hold myself back from spanking her again as I tug her back by her hair.
Emma’s pussy pulses around my cock as she screams her release, and the vice grip of her pussy forces my own orgasm out of me.
As I release ropes of cum into her tight cunt, I groan her name.
Not honey orDulzura,but her actual name.
What is she doing to me?
When her orgasm subsides, I reluctantly pull out, immediately mourning the loss, and walk to the small bathroom to gather some wipes to clean her up.
When I come back and see my seed dripping out of her swollen pussy, my brain short circuits, and a primal possessive part of me wants to shove it back inside her where it belongs.
Mine.
I mentally punch those thoughts away. I’ve never had a breeding kink, and I won’t let this woman change that. Emma is a temporary vice, a fuck buddy for a limited time. Once she’s learned all she can from me, she’ll move on to someone else.
That’s the way it has to be.
Chapter 17
Emma
After Ben cleaned me up on Saturday, he made me drink a small bottle of water while we debriefed about the scene.
On the outside, I was—hopefully—the picture of nonchalance and a care-free attitude, but on the inside I was freaking the fuck out.
I loved every single thing we did, and I had to clamp my mouth shut to keep from begging him to do it again.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to go two weeks without an orgasm, especially since every time I think about what we did, my vagina perks up and begs to be stretched by Ben’s massive cock.
I could barely breathe while giving him a blow job, but my desire to pleasure him was greater than my desire for air.
Death by blow job wouldn’t be the worst way to go, especially if it’s Ben’s cock in my mouth.
After I assured him everything was good and I wanted to do it again, we confirmed our next session, and he sent me home in an Uber.
