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“The noise,” she hisses.

“Let it creak.” I drive in harder.

“Milo,” she frets. “He’ll hear us.”

“Then stop moaning,” I tell her, which is cruel, because we both know she can’t help it.

She bites down on her lip until it goes white, and her body betrays her, her hips rolling up to meet every thrust, her wet pussy clenching around me. I change my angle, and her back bows off the sheets.

“Oh God, right there,” she blurts, and then slaps a hand over her own mouth, horrified at herself.

I grin and set my lips to her ear. “You like my cock this deep in your pussy, don’t you.” She nods, wild and frantic.

I feel her start to climb, her walls fluttering, her thighs clamping my sides. I press my thumb to her swollen clit and rub in tight, hard circles.

She comes apart without a sound, her mouth wide open around a scream that never leaves her, her whole body convulsing and milking around me. The clench of her nearly drags me over the edge alongside her, and I grit my teeth and hold on.

I pull out and flip her onto her stomach, because I want my hands on her hips. I want to fuck her from behind, and watch the shape of her ass as I pound into her.

Before she can catch her breath, I drive my cock back inside in one stroke. The angle sinks me deeper, and she muffles her cry into the pillow.

I grip her soft hips hard enough to bruise and set a brutal pace, and the headboard starts to knock against the wall. She reaches a hand back and pushes weakly at my thigh.

“Slow down,” she gasps. “It’s too much.”

“Slower won’t give you what your greedy little body actually needs,” I tell her, and don’t slow in the least.

I lean over her back and find her slick clit again, working it while I pound into her, and her breathing shreds apart.

“Take all of my cock,” I growl. Her restraint is driving me clean out of my skull. I want to make her scream and not care one bit who hears it.

“So fucking tight, so wet, that greedy little cunt made for my cock,” I rasp against her shoulder. “You were built for me.”

She nods desperately and bites down on the pillow.

“Say it,” I demand, and when she only shakes her head I still completely inside her. “Say it, or I stop right here.”

“Yours,” she chokes out. “I’m yours.”

I pull all the way out, and she cries my name at the loss. I lie back against the headboard. “Come up here. Sit on my face.”

Her eyes go huge. “You want me to… what?”

I have wanted my mouth on her cunt since the very first taste of her. “Now,” I tell her.

She hesitates, scarlet even in the dark, then climbs slowly up my body. I take her hips and settle her over my mouth.

“I’ve never done this before,” she admits, shy.

“You have now,” I say, and pull her down onto me.

The first drag of my tongue rips a gasp out of her. I grip her ass in both hands and hold her down on my mouth and devour her, and her thighs shake around my head.

I close my lips over her clit and suck hard, and this time she cannot catch the moan in time, and it breaks loud out of her. I double down. I want every sound she has been swallowing all night. I want her to forget which room she is even in.

She rocks against my mouth, bracing both hands on the headboard, and something in me goes still and certain and deeply satisfied. This woman, this exact impossible woman, is mine.

“I’m going to come,” she warns, and I thrust my tongue up into her cunt, and she shatters, crying out with no restraint left in her at all. I lick her through every wave until she folds forward, spent.