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“I never asked you to.” Her eyes dared me to push her. I saw it before she could hide it behind another self-conscious pout. Then she breathed in, her tits bouncing, and I forgot everything but one word.

Mine.

She was mine in this moment, mine to claim, consume, and inhale. I’d told her I’d let her pray to me. She could start by screaming my name to the Heavens.

Grunting, I flexed my hips and nudged my fat cock-head inside of her. As slippery as she was, there was resistance. The pressure of her walls made me delirious.

My shadow was thrown across her, making her lashes darker, her eyes a different shade. I saw myself in her stare—she was mirroring my hunger. Right then, even if it was for a moment, we were the same. Two people who only wanted release. Two people who could forget their goals... or their broken dreams... and justbe.

“Yes,” I groaned, settling all the way into her cunt. I breathed out loudly, then sucked in fresh air as I drew my hips backwards. “Fuck, yes. That’s amazing. Your pussy is better than I ever imagined.”

When I saidpussy,hers constricted. Her cheeks were glossy from exertion. “More,” she breathed.

“Careful what you wish for,” I grunted, winding my arms around her upper body. I held her tighter than thick ropes or chains could have ever tried. My second thrust was a battering ram, the third an impact so solid she cried out.

I fucked her like it was all I was good for. Giving her pleasure my only goal in life. Amina lifted her ass, meeting every single one of my thrusts. Her breath burned my chest; I closed my mouth on hers to taste that heat. Even when we kissed, shestillmade noise. There was no muffling this woman’s voice. She was a singer, even now.

Her heels kicked into the muscles of my ass, demanding I drill my cock into her faster. I was happy to oblige, but there was a hot, massive pressure building in my core. It traveled through the root of my cock, expanding, boiling, until my orgasm was nearly on top of me.

One thing kept me from blowing my load.

I refused to come before she did.

“Quit holding back,” I groaned. Gripping her jaw, I stared down into her transfixed expression. “Come for me, sugar. Let me feel this sweet pussy hugging my cock so hard I’ll be sore for weeks. I need you to come, I’m dying for you to come.”

All the muscles in her jaw worked at once. Amina tossed her head, but I held her steady, forcing her to keep looking at me. She realized she was going to orgasm with me looking her in the eye. There was no escaping this intimate moment. “Bach,” she whined.

“You didn’t want to hide,” I reminded her, my cock swelling as I drove inside her melting cunt. “This is as exposed as it gets. Come, baby doll. Come for me,now.”

“Ah!” she squealed, her legs crushing into my middle. Her whole chest glowed crimson; I saw how her bottom lip trembled, how she grimaced in a way people might call ugly, but I would argue it was beyond beautiful. Her orgasm made her body thrum. It thrilled me with maddening power to think my command pushed her over the edge. There was no question it pushed me into coming, that’s for damn sure.

Breaking our eye-lock, I growled as my ass-muscles flexed. My weight pushed her into the blankets, she was still coming as the icy-hot tingles chased through my blood. My climax left me deaf; I think I shouted, but I couldn't be certain.

Panting, I hung my head as the last of the aftershocks passed. Amina’s pussy occasionally throbbed, reminding me of how delicious her orgasm was.I want more of this,I thought.More of her.What a dangerous thing to desire. It went against the promise I’d made to Violet. And to myself.

“Bach?”

Blinking, I braced my hands on the pillows, rising up enough to look down on her. “Yeah?”

Her smile was coy. “Can I use your bathroom?”

“Oh. Sure.” I winced as I withdrew my shaft from inside of her. Amina made a face, too, but it was pink with lingering pleasure. My cock twitched, ready for round two. She didn’t spare me a look as she rushed into my master bath.

I took the chance to toss the used condom into the trash by my bed. It landed in the bottom, looking depressingly isolated in the otherwise empty can. Frowning, I threw some tissues on top to hide it. It bothered me, and I didn’t like that it bothered me, because I didn’t fucking know why.

Because you’re selfish scum that broke your word.

Palming my forehead, I dropped heavily onto my bed.No, that’s not it. Not entirely.As bad as I was supposed to feel for disappointing my VP, something else was bothering me. I ran back the whole encounter. The memory of it was fresh. My cock weighed heavily on my inner thigh, pulsing eagerly at the thought of Amina’s soft moans.

I ignored my lust so I could focus.

Something had happened with Amina. She’d acted strange when I pointed out she loved my dirty talk. I’d been sure she had—her body screamed in delight with each filthy word. Then there was that whole bit where she’d argued against me eating her out. I'd been sure she'd like that, too. Had I read her wrong?

“Your bathtub is amazing,” she said as she re-entered. “It looks like it could fit a whole car inside of it.” She was fully naked, her smile bright and cheery. The doorway framed her curves, as if she were some classic oil painting to be admired in a museum for all of history.

I turned on the bed to face her. Her attention jumped down to my arching, proud erection. “What’s with you and fitting things into other things?” I teased.

Amina was slow to respond. “Oh, uh, that’s...” As she headed towards me, her eyes were still on my dick. She didn’t see my shoes on the floor where I’d kicked them off.