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“I love hearing you like that,” I whisper as I lean on top of her, pushing my fingers deeper into her, “Such a responsive little thing you are.”

I go back and forth, curling them in, still focused on how she’s fighting the orgasm, and the sight makes me want to tease her even more. So, I add a third one. She’s lost in it, and I can see exactly what she needs. I feel her breaking when pressure builds around my fingers and as her back arches even more.

For that small instant, everything else disappears and I’m only aware of her.

I get down, sinking my mouth on her, tasting the ruin of it all. That's when I feel her arms pulling me back up toward her as her lips meet mine. “I want more…” She whispers against my mouth, breathless.

I smile, kissing her once more, “I’ll give you more.” Another kiss. “Now you’re ready to take me in, aren’t you?” A lick. “Tell me you’re ready to take my dick just as well as you took my fingers, Miss Vitelli,” I beg as my eyes meet hers.

A soft laugh escapes her lips, and my heart bursts. “I want you to not hold back, Mister Caldwell.”

Mister Caldwell… I love when she calls me that.

“Lift up your leg for me,” I ask softly.

And she listens, lifting her leg slowly as I follow the motion, watching the curve of her thigh, the way she looks at me with blue eyes filled with desire. But it’s not where I want it to be.

A quiet laugh escapes me as I drag my hand along the skin of her leg. “Higher, Mireya,” I say.

She adjusts it, extending it until it lands on my shoulder.

I can see her tattoos, the ones she told me I’d see one day. Stars wrapping around her thigh, scars she inflicted on herself and was scared to show me, and I kissed them, one by one.

A slow curve runs through her posture as she pushes her hips forward.

“I want you to use me, Mireya. I’m here to make you feel good,” I whimper against her skin. “I want you to feel me tomorrow as you walk next to this stupid boy who thinks he can have you.”

She bites her lips while I take my cock in hand and caresses her cunt, gently. I slap it on her, once. Then once more.

She’s already shaking when I lower myself to merge with her. Skin to skin. Heartbeats synching. Eyes to eyes. Her nipples hardened against my chest. But her eyes have never felt more beautiful than they do now.

And this is all for me to witness.

“I trust you. I want you, Damien…” she whispers.

Her head lifts so she can kiss me while my free hand grips her neck. At the same moment, I feel delicate and fine fingers grab my cock, I look down and see her pushing me inside her.

“You’re doing so good, Mireya,” I breathe before kissing her as I deepen my thrust. “So fucking good.”

She chokes against my lips, breathing faster, adjusting herself to me. “Breathe, it’s okay, you got this…” I say as I sink into her fully.

“I– I– fuck…” She lets out in a soft gasp.

“Shhh you’re doing so well. Just a little bit more, baby,” My voice disappears as I kiss her parted mouth. “Open up for me…”

She nods, allowing me to move back and forth slowly at first, taking my cock out completely and leaving only the tip, and then I plunge back into her in one go. Inch by inch, she swallows me perfectly and all I can do is let her feel it.

I remove her leg from my shoulder and turn her around, grabbing her hips and lifting her ass up into the air. “Close your eyes and feel me,” I whisper, leaning down.

“Don’t be soft,” she replies, pushing her ass back to take it. “Don’t be soft on me.”

I thrust into her, more roughly this time, harder. The sound that emerges from the collision of my thighs and her ass is fascinating. I reach down, grabbing her by the neck, pulling her up so I'm against her, and I whisper in her ear, “I love your hair, it would be a shame not to make use of it.

My fingers slip into the length of her hair as I wrap it around my fist and tighten my hold to pull her head back harder.

“If you wanted me closer, you could have just asked,” she pants confidently.

“Tell me, Mireya. How much closer do you need me?”