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He won’t hurt me.

There was no one to force her mouth on his cock. No one to order her what to do.

It was just the two of them.

She licked the tip of his cock, and he released a moan. She slid her tongue down the vein, before moving back up, and going to the head, swallowing him down until he hit the back of her throat. The moment he did, she pulled right up off his length, not wanting to choke on him.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

She tensed up as he wrapped her hair around his fist.

He didn’t shove down her throat. He rocked gently at first. Saliva coated his shaft from her mouth, and she swallowed him back down.

She saw it was taking every single ounce of control for him not to fuck her face.

Suddenly, he pulled her off his cock, lifting her up to her feet. He used her hair to do it. The violence simmering beneath the surface was there. What scared her was her own reaction. She wasn’t afraid. Her tits were rock hard, and she felt how wet she was. She wanted to submit to him, to be at his mercy.

He slammed his lips down on hers, holding her still. Together they walked back to the bed, and he lowered them down, still kissing her. His teeth were nipping and biting at her lips before moving to her neck, sucking at her pulse there.

She gasped.

“Spread your legs,” he said.

She opened her thighs, complying with his demands.

“Touch your pussy.”

Sliding her hand between her spread thighs, she watched him as she did.

“Yeah, that’s right. I can hear how wet you are. I can smell you, Skye. You want my dick, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Touch me.”

She frowned and reached out, finding him so close to her core.

“I can feel how wet you are. Your fingers are soaking. Put my cock inside you.”

“What?”

“Do it.”

She shook a little as she moved his cock to her entrance.

“Look at me as I take you.”

She stared into his blue eyes as he slowly began to thrust within her. Each inch felt so incredible. She didn’t want him to stop.

“Touch me, Skye. Feel the two of us together.” He pulled out of her just enough for her to feel how wet he was, and she cried out as he slammed in, crushing her hand between the two of them. “Fuck, yes, I’ve been dreaming about your pussy for so long. I’ve been wanting to take you, Skye. You’re mine, and I won’t let anyone else have what’s mine.”

She cried out as he began to take her, driving inside her. Each thrust was harder than the last. It wasn’t painful but so pleasurable, she didn’t know if she was going to last.

“I want to feel you come. Touch your clit. Make yourself come. I won’t stop until I feel it.”

She drew her hand up to her clit and began to stroke herself, teasing her nub just how Noah had taught her to do.

She bit her lip, watching him, needing him, desperate for him.

He kept on thrusting inside her, only he didn’t go as deep. He prolonged the pleasure, making her ache and desperate for him.

“That’s it. I can feel how close you are. I can see it in your eyes. Come for me, Skye. Let me feel how wet I’m making you.” He leaned in close, his lips against her ears. “Come for me, Skye, come for me, just for me.”

She cried out. Her orgasm took her completely by surprise.

Noah didn’t stop.

He kept on fucking her, driving deeper within her, until she felt him tense up and the pulse of his cock as he filled her with his cum. This time she was safe. She was on the pill, and there was no chance of pregnancy.


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