I unhook the bra, the straps falling down her shoulders. It slides down smoothly, exposing her breasts. My hands are on her instantly, my fingers grazing over her nipples, pinching them. She gasps softly and her head falls back on my shoulder. She squirms against me, her breathing growing heavy.
I can feel her pulse quickening under my touch. My fingers move lower, brushing over her stomach before gripping her hips tightly, pulling her back against me. “Tell me,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear. “Who doyou belong to?”
She gasps, her body trembling slightly. “Only you,” she whispers, her voice barely audible but filled with need.
“Good.” My voice is dark with satisfaction, my hand sliding down her thigh, gripping her soft skin possessively. “Because you’re mine, Anya. Every inch of you.”
I unzip my jeans slowly, my eyes locking onto hers as I give a quiet command, "Stay right here." I rush to the bathroom, urgency building inside me. My hands fumble for the condom, and I quickly prepare myself, heart pounding. As I return to her, I can’t help but stroke myself once, the need growing stronger. I step back to her, pausing just as the tip of me brushes against her, the heat between us almost unbearable.
“Take my dick like a good girl, okay?” I push her against the mirror, bending her slightly to get a good view of her pussy. Her nipples harden with the contact of the cold mirror. “So wet for me aren’t you, Firecracker?” I hold her hair in one hand, and my other wraps around her neck as I slide partially into her. I kiss her shoulder blade, slamming into her warm, pulsating pussy. She yelps.
I can feel her body tremble with pleasure as she takes me. I lean forward to whisper into her ear, my breath hot against her skin, “You like that, don’t you, baby?” I murmur, my voice rough and raspy. “You like watching your boyfriend fuck you, don’t you, Firecracker?”
She moans loudly in approval and I increase my rhythm. “Only I can touch you like this, baby. Only me. Do you understand?” I murmur darkly as I nibble on her throat, biting it gently.
“Daniel!” she screams at the top of her lungs. I fuck her harder, squeezing her ass. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes in the room. I look at her tits bouncing so perfectly as I pound her against the mirror.
“You’re a goddess, Anya,” I pant. “And you are mine toworship.” I slip a hand between us, massaging her clit. She tightens and pulsates around me, finding her release as she screams my name again.
I continue to thrust into her, adding a finger. She mewls. Her lips part, and she bites it, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she shudders beneath me. “You feel so fucking good, Firecracker,” I grunt.
“Daniel,” she screams again as she comes for the second time tonight.
I slam into her sloppily now, my hands grabbing her tits for support as I fuck her. I groan as my abdomen tightens. I thrust into her one last time, growling, my climax rolling over me with a final thrust.
I collapse against her, both of us panting heavily, the heat of the moment still pulsing between us. Anya leans her head back against my shoulder, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she tries to catch her breath. I can feel her heart racing, and it matches the frantic rhythm of my own.
“Did I break you?” I tease, a lazy smirk spreading across my face as I gently brush a strand of hair from her sweaty forehead.
“Not yet,” she replies.
I frown. “No? But seriously, was I too rough?” I kiss her cheek.
“Shut up. Don’t ruin this.” She rolls her eyes. “You were incredible.” She blushes.
I chuckle. “I didn’t know you like to be railed hard. Will keep that in mind.” I wink.
Anya nudges me playfully, her blush deepening. I pick her up, her legs wrapping around me, and I groan. “I am going to take care of you.” I kiss her forehead gently as I lay her down on the bed. “And then I am going to feed you. You’re definitely hungry, aren’t you?” I murmur, smiling at her softly. She grins and nods at me. Wrapping her arms around me, she nuzzlescloser to me.
“I am yours, captain.” She kisses my shirt and looks up at me. “You do not need to be jealous of anyone.” She smirks. “But if this is how I get treated, I don’t mind some healthy jealousy.”
I press my lips on hers, softly kissing her. She moans into the kiss. “Don’t do that.” She giggles.
I press a kiss to her hair. “Siya wanted to leave. I wanted to go with her, but she insisted I stay.” She smiles slyly. “I met him at the door while I was coming back. I went to see her off.” She rubs circles over my t-shirt. “He was just saying he is happy we got together,” she says. “He said—” She chuckles.“---the moment you barged in on that date and behaved like a mannerless caveman, he knew we were going to be together.” She smiles. “Although he did say that if we ever break up, he will gladly date me.” She smirks.
“That’s not a possibility.” I clench my jaw. “We are endgame.”
Her eyes soften. “Good to know we are on the same page, captain,” she says, pecking my nose.
I intertwine our fingers. “Anya,” I say silently, my eyes closing in contentment. “I got scouted by the Philadelphia 76ers.”
She gasps. “Are you serious?” I open my eyes. She’s sitting up now, her eyes sparkling. She looks ethereal and stunned. I chuckle.
“Yes, very serious.” I squish her face. She throws her arms around me.
“I am so happy for you.” She squeals. I hug her back, running my hand over her soft back. “I am so proud of you.” She presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, her expression so painfully soft. Today is really the best day ever.
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