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“Spread your legs,” he demands, his voice deep and unforgiving.
Without missing a beat, I do as I’m told.
“You’re dripping wet for me, aren’t you?” he rasps.
I stare up at him, aware that he can probably read the answer in my hungry eyes.
“Be a good girl and I might let you come.”
I whimper around his dick and he curses.
“You only get to come when I say you can. For the next four days, your pleasure belongs to me. You don’t touch yourself. You don’t get yourself off. It’s my job and mine alone. And I will decide when.”
Every single muscle in my body tightens.
Oh my fucking god.
Pulling his dick from my mouth, he allows me to suck in a couple deep breaths.
“Do you understand, Luck?”
“Y-yes.”
He stares down at me with his dick in his hand and his chest heaving as water rains down on his back.
Hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Good. You won’t regret it.”
My lips part to speak, but I don’t manage to get any words out before he pushes his dick back inside my mouth.
“Goddamn, Effie,” he groans, his pace increasing.
The tip of his dick pushes against my throat, but he doesn’t go any farther. Not yet. Something tells me that might change by the end of these four days.
My kind and caring best friend has some serious kinks, and I am more than happy to indulge him and find out just how far they really go.
“Fuck,” he grunts, his fingers twisting so tightly in my hair.
He stares down at me as his hips thrust his dick in and out of my mouth, and I can’t take my eyes off him.
“That’s it. Fuck. You look incredible. Fuck,” he groans again before his loud moan bounces off the tiles around us and his dick pulsates in my mouth before he comes down my throat. “Effie, fuck.”
He pulls back, his cock softening between my lips, but he demands, “Don’t close your mouth,” before he lets it drop.
My jaw hurts, and I’m desperate to swallow, but I do as I’m told.
I need him to tell me that I’m a good girl again like I need my next breath.
His eyes run over every inch of me before coming back to my face.
“Swallow,” he finally commands, and I do in a heartbeat.
A smirk spreads across his lips before he mutters, “Who knew you’d be this perfect?” before reaching down and effortlessly lifting me from the floor.
But he doesn’t place me on my feet. Instead, he wraps my legs around his waist and presses my back against the tiles.
Reaching beneath me, his fingers find my pussy and he groans.