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“Either remove your bra and panties, or I’ll rip them off you.”

I waiver for too long, I suppose, because he reaches up and pushes the unlined cups down, releasing my breasts from their hold. He looks down at my panties and looks back up at me. I decide quickly to remove those myself.

His eyes darken significantly to what seems like a cerulean blue. He caresses my breast, cupping the outside of it. I squirm under his touch. Even if he did just touch me the same way only a couple of hours ago, I’m still getting used to his touch. Especially since it’s rougher now.

He holds his hand in one place and looks me in the eye. We hold our stare for a moment, but it’s interrupted by a swift, sharp slap to my breast. My eyes screw close, and I gasp. My nipples immediately harden at the touch, and I get goosebumps over my whole body.

I handled that a lot better than I thought I was going to.

He sits back, resting in the same position as before, sipping on his wine as he admires me. His head cocks to the side. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

My mind is foggy from the slap. I drop to my knees and run my palms over the top of his thighs, making their way to his zipper. I pull it down, tooth by tooth, teasing him. His one free hand grips my hair, pulling it in a warning. There’s something about his dominance and words of praise that sends sparks deep into my lower stomach.

I move faster and free his cock. It’s thick, long, and veiny.

I don’t think I’ll be able to fit this in my mouth, but a girl can try.

There’s a drip of precum dewing at the tip, and I scoot closer to him. The closer I get, the more intimidated I’m starting to feel. Nothing has prepared me for someone so well endowed.

I look to Soren, who watches with bated breath. My tongue darts out to clean the precum dripping from him. Taking him into my mouth, I bob up and down, unable to take him fully. My hand comes up to grasp what I can’t choke down.

But that only lasts a moment before Soren pushes me back onto the heels of my feet and stands, ripping me up with him. His mouth claims mine, and I moan against him. He forces me to walk back towards the house.

We have such a height difference; he’s almost slouched down, while my neck is nearly craned up to meet his. He holds me as close as possible to him. I claw at his shirt, wanting it off after I’ve shed my bra completely. Soren breaks away to rip his shirt off, but when it clears his head, his mouth comes back to me like they’re magnetic. He lifts me, and my legs wrap around his waist as he slams me against the patio door. I groan at the impact, and one of his hands releases me while he searches for the door handle. He fumbles for a moment, and then we fall through the threshold of the house.

Chapter sixteen

Soren

WhatthefuckwasI thinking asking her for her hard limits? For slapping her breasts? For nearly forcing her to choke on my cock?

This is our first time together.

I have to be a little more gentle with her. To test out the waters. She’s got a dark past, one she’s refused to share with me so far. I’ll get it out of her eventually, but for now, I need to focus on calming the fuck down. I throw her onto the bed, and when she bounces and her legs spread apart,Inearly come apart at the seams. Seeing her spread out like that makes my dick that much harder for her.

“Such a pretty little pussy, so wet for my cock,” I coo, snaking my hand up her inner thigh, fingers begging to connect with her soft pussy, and bring her to a euphoric high.

Freya throws her head back, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as my fingers connect to the little bundle of nerves, tweaking and rubbing so gently. Her body responds to me. She’s eager to take any touch I’m willing to give her.

“Eyes on me,” I command.

I want her to watch me bring her closer to paradise. My other hand reaches out for her tit, pinching and flicking her hardened nipple, eliciting more moans from her dirty mouth.

Her eyes snap back to me, watching my face for a moment before looking down at my fingers buried deep inside her, pumping in and out, juices flowing like a waterfall.

“Are you going to come for me, my dirty girl? I want you to soak my fingers before I stick my cock in you,” I growl. I barely even recognize my voice; it’s thick and huskier from the lust coursing through my body.

My fingers rake up, finally catching a spot inside her that draws her eyebrows together, and her eyes roll to the back of her head again. I let it go this time, knowing my darling is on the edge of her orgasm. Freya’s legs tense, toes curling, as she lets out heavier breaths.

“Oh fuck. Fuck. Soren. I’m coming!” She cries out between labored breaths, and if I wasn’t hard already, I’m about blue-balling it when my name leaves her lips.

I pick my pace up, determined to help her chase her orgasm.

“Come for me, my darling,” I whisper.

She goes quiet for a moment, then cries out, back arching off the bed, legs ramrod straight and taut as it all comes in a crashing wave. I pump in and out a few more times before pulling away completely. I’m sure she will need a moment to collect her head before I start on her again.

And I need a moment to collect myself as my hand curls around my cock, pumping it a few times. I coat it with her juices, crawling over the top of her. I stroke her hair, as her breath begins to even out.

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