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I pushed her legs open wider and she bent her knees, letting her legs fall to the side. Holding myself over her, I took my cock in my hand and gave it a few slow strokes. Then, I positioned my cock at her entrance and pushed inside her. I went slow at first because she was so fucking tight, but as she grabbed my ass and begged for more, I gave her what she wanted. I thrust my hips forward, filling her tight pussy with my cock, moaning at how fucking amazing she felt, gripping me so tightly with her velvet walls.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I told her as I wrapped my arms around her.

“So do you,” she gasped.

I held her as I started to thrust harder, my hips slamming into her. I squeezed my eyes shut, wanting to lose myself in the sensation of her warm, tight pussy. My balls tightened and I felt tingles in the base of my spine.

“Don’t stop,” she begged as I rocked into her over and over.

My hands dug harder into her flesh as my control started to break. She felt so fucking good. Too good. I couldn’t stop my hips from pounding her pussy, desperate for more. But I didn’t want to come yet. I didn’t want this to end.

I felt the flicker of her orgasm spark to life, her walls contracting around me, and she dug her nails into my back as her body stiffened and her legs started to shake.

“Alex,” she whimpered. “I’m coming.”

“I know, baby.”

Her walls squeezed me hard as she came on my cock, and I groaned at how fucking amazing it felt. My hips pistoned faster as I rammed into her, filling her tight pussy as the wetness of her orgasm coated my cock, spread to my balls, and made me grind against her harder.

When she was ready for more, I took her right leg in my hand and lifted it onto my shoulder. I did the same with her left leg. Then, holding myself steady over her, I started to thrust into her again, only this time, it was deeper. So much deeper. And I went harder, fucking her into the mattress as the bed slammed against the wall. My grunts and her gasps filled the air like the most blissful symphony.

The feeling of being inside her was beyond anything I’d ever felt before. It was fucking intense and so intoxicating. I couldn’t get enough. My orgasm was close now, she was gripping my cock so tightly, it was taking every ounce of control I had in me to keep going.

I peered down at where I was penetrating her, watching my cock slide in and out of her pussy. And seeing how well we moved together, at how incredible she felt, it sent me spiralling over the edge.

“I’m so close,” I cried. “Come for me, baby,” I begged, wanting us to climax at the same time.

She rocked and ground her hips against me, and as her walls spasmed again, I lost it, coming hard inside her as she came too. Hot spurts of cum filled her pussy as she cried out and squeezed me with her vice-like grip. I kept thrusting, wanting to milk every last drop of our orgasms. To savour every spark and explosion of ecstasy. But this wasn’t the end. I knew I’d be fucking my girl all night. I wouldn’t be able to stop.

As we started to come down from our high, I rested over her body, holding her in my arms and telling her what a good girl she’d been. I knew my obsession with Emma had entered a whole new chapter and I wasn’t mad about it. In fact, this woman was no longer my obsession. She was my whole fucking world.

“I don’t think you’ll be getting any sleep tonight,” I told her, and she laughed in response. “We’re going to be fucking a lot.”

“I knew coming in here was a good idea,” she mused, nuzzling into me as my cock stayed buried inside her, still as hard as a rock.

“It was the best thing you’ve ever done.”

I held her and stroked her hair, and it hit me... in all the thirty-two years I’d been on this planet, I’d never felt as content as I did right now.

CHAPTER

FORTY

EMMA

In-between exhausted fits of sleep, Alex and I spent the night making up for lost time and fucking like rabbits. I knew my hips would be bruised and my pussy sore from the way we fucked so passionately. We couldn’t get enough of each other.

When I eventually woke up the next morning, I yawned and stretched to try and ease some of the aches I felt in my body. But despite all the extra nocturnal activities, last night had been the best sleep I’d had in a long time. And I didn’t sleep with the lights on. Having Alex close was all I needed to make me feel safe.

I reached out in the bed to find Alex, but he wasn’t there, and hearing the sound of a shower, I knew exactly where he’d be.

Lazily, I sat up and then swung my legs off the side of the bed and stood up. I walked to the end of the bed and picked up the shirt that Alex had taken off and thrown onto the floor the previous night. I put it on, but left it unbuttoned.

The bathroom door was slightly ajar, and I padded across the bedroom to stand in the doorway.

And there he was.

Standing with his back to me, naked under the shower.