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I rub her slit, and her hips buck off the mattress. “Fuck, Miles.”
“That’s it, baby. Let me feel how horny you are, but you need to calm down and let me in.” I start to push my finger in, and it’s so damn tight my finger is struggling. She gasps.
“Oh my.”
“Yes, that’s just one finger.” I pump my middle finger while my thumb massages her clit. “Relax for me.” I lean over and kiss my woman and then add a second finger. She continues to calm down and open up for me. I pull out my fingers and suck them off. Fuck, I’m about to come. I need to eat her out, so I growl and slam her arms above her head. “Keep these here. I want to feast on your pretty slit. I want you coming before I tear apart your pussy.”
“Are you sure?”
“Don’t ever ask that again. If I want your pussy, all you need to do is serve it to me. Understood?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” I kiss her roughly and then pull back. “Keep those arms up there. I’m already too close to coming, and I want to come buried deep inside you.”
The first swipe of my tongue nearly sends her off the bed again, so I press my forearm over her hips, holding her down while my other hand allows my fingers to play her pussy likea piano. I’m hitting the right notes, and my woman comes as I lave her clit. Her voice cracks as she screams my name. I have to reach down and squeeze my cock to stop me from nutting on the bed.
I push down my pajama pants, grateful that I’d forgone the boxer briefs, and line my cock up with her entrance. Heated, I push forward. At first, I send the first two inches in, but then she cries out and I freeze. “Just relax.” She takes a calming breath, and I send the rest of me forward.
“Oh my goodness.” The next gasp is much harsher. “It’s so big. I feel so full.”
“Relax, sweetheart.” I rub her pussy, strumming her nub, trying to calm her down, but I’m so much larger than I guess a virgin should have. Maybe I need to have a talk with my father. Then again, maybe not. I sure as fuck can’t talk to my godfather.
“I’m sorry, baby. Do you want me to stop?” In my mind, I’m silently pleading for her not to tell me to stop.
“No, let’s just go slow.” I nod and gently kiss her lips. We kiss over and over until I can feel the tension slip from her body. My fingers tease her nipples that are hardened from my touch. She feels so good, even though she’s squeezing the life out of me.
I need to move, but I know I can’t hurt her any more than I have. Slowly I test my movements, and she doesn’t flinch, so I go a little further, pulling out a little more before sliding in again, each stroke moving a little more quickly. I move into a better rhythm, and it feels as though she’s with me.
“Miles, it feels so much better now.”
“That’s good, baby girl, because it feels really good to me, and I hate that I was hurting you.”
“Well, I had no idea you were carrying a dang flag pole in there.”
“Thanks, Princess.” I rock forward, working her pussy with my cock and fingers because I promised that I’d make her come, and I’m not a fucking chump. “Now be a good girl and come for me.” I lean down and suck her nipple into my mouth and set her off. She cries out, coming with my name on her lips.
I lose control and pump my load hard and deep inside her. Elsa is in more trouble than she thought because my obsession with money and power aren’t even close to the top anymore. Hearing her call out my name becomes my new addiction.
Chapter Eight
Elsa
It’s been an incredible first week together. Night after night, we come home and make passionate love to each other after a hard day’s work. My body aches from orgasm after orgasm, but I can’t get enough. It’s become an addiction. Some would think I’m crazy, maybe even need medication, but there is no way I’ll fight this desire.
I enter the house after my last class, but I know that Miles will be at the hotel for another hour or two. He and my brother work so many hours, it’s ridiculous. I’m glad they are teamed up together because it frees up their time, even though they are both insanely busy.
“Welcome home, Miss Elsa,” Carl says, smiling a little to brightly for my tastes. Maybe I’m moody because I want to be greeted by my husband and not his employees. A part of me wanted to go to the hotel, but it’s childish to bother him at work.
“Where’s Mistress?” I ask, wondering why she didn’t just scurry up to me like she always does.
“In the library,” he states.
“Why?” Normally she’s not allowed in there without one of us because there is a lot of things she can damage when she’s unsupervised. I rush in there, and lying on the sofa with a book in hand is my darling fiancé and our puppy at his feet. They both perk up and look at me when I enter.
“I was wondering how long it would take for you to come home.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you’d be home early?”
