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“That’s right.” He chuckles breathlessly. “Tell everyone who this sweet little pussy belongs too.”
“Elijah!” I scream louder.
I’m not a vocal girl, but something about his dick twitching inside of me and the desperate tone of his voice has me turning the sound up to eleven.
“Good girl,” Elijah rasps in my ear, and goosebumps trickle down my spine. “Now I want you to fall apart.”
His long, hard dick presses directly against the bullseye, and I close my eyes, ready for the fireworks. He thrusts deeper, and the orgasm rips through me like a tornado, forcing a high-pitched moan to escape my lips. “You take me so well, baby,” he praises, and a new kink has been unlocked. “Milk my fucking cock.”
As requested, I fall completely apart, my insides convulsing around his perfect dick.
A throaty moan escapes his lips, and I wish I could see what I’m doing to him—watch his face as he comes inside me, knowing I’m the one who made him lose all control.
Next time we do this position, it’s going to be in front of a damn mirror.
He thrusts one more time, then stills, removing his hand from my clit, and holds himself above me.
“Sophia,” he pants in my ear. “You look like an angel. Fuck like a goddess. I’ve never been more in love.”
I chuckle at his words, my heart racing at his mention of love, but I know it’s just a figure of speech. He pulls out of me, and I whimper at the loss as he stands up, then rolls me gently onto my back.
“Don’t move,” he instructs, disappearing to the bathroom as I try to calm my erratic breathing. Rain ticks against the window and my eyes flick toward it, but instead of debilitating fear, I feel nothing but bliss.
Turns out letting Elijah in was the best form of replacement therapy.
He returns, sans condom, still butt-ass naked, and stands at the foot of the bed, staring down at me appreciatively.
“What?” I ask, laughing as I lie there spread eagle, praying for a round two. My wrecked pussy disagrees, but she’s not in charge right now.
“Where have you been all my life?” he asks, climbing on the bed to lie down next to me. He rests his head on his hand and places his warm palm on my hip, skimming it with his fingertips.
“763 Parker Lane.”
“Well, screw the guy who didn’t plug that into my GPS years ago.” His rumbling laugh vibrates throughout my entire body as he tugs me to him for a deep kiss. “Thank you for not breaking my heart today.”
“Thank you for not breaking my vagina.” I wink.
“Sophia!” He bursts out laughing. “Damn it, I can’t with you.”
“You love me,” I say before I can think better of the words.
“I like you,” he replies.
“Well, that’s an improvement.”
* * *
I wake the next morning to sunlight flooding through the window as Elijah’s large arm drapes over, holding me flush against his warm body. He pulls me tighter, and something hard presses against my bare butt.
Well, good morning to you too.
“Elijah,” I say.
“Hmm,” he grumbles into my hair.
“Think you could tell your little friend to stand down?”
I feel him chuckle against me. “Sorry, baby, he’s just happy to see you.”
