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“Yes ... yes ...”
“This is how I’ll offer you to other men,” he whispers as he continues fucking me. “I’ll open your thighs to give them access to you whenever I want. What do you think?”
“Yes ... yes ...,” I say, panting madly.
He devours my mouth.
“Later, perhaps Eric will offer you, and it will be Frida or me who fucks you,” says Andrés.
His words incite me even more as I feel Eric’s penis, hard as a rock, inside me. Eric moves his hips and I gasp. He fills me completely and then starts to move back and forth.
“Do you like it, Judith?” asks Andrés.
“Yes ... oh ... my God.”
What I’m feeling in this moment is so deep and marvelous. Eric continues while Andrés goes on making an offering of me. Frida watches while she masturbates with a vibrator. I bite my lips.
“Come on, baby ...,” says Eric suddenly. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
When he sees that I don’t have a response, Eric slaps me on the ass and pushes more of himself inside me.
I stammer, “Fast ... hard.”
“Like this, sweetness?” He accelerates and probes even deeper.
“Yes ... yes ...”
He moves his hips like a piston, and I scream. The intensity of his moves increases second by second, penetration by penetration, as does my pleasure. The heat makes me moan. Eric turns his hips and launches himself into me one last time, and we both come.
After that initial round, there are two more, which I enjoy like a madwoman. I can’t help but see how much Eric loves to offer and fuck me. He has made me see a new world, and all I want to do is enjoy it.
That night, finally alone in our room, Eric holds me. My legs are still shaking, and I can’t stop thinking about what happened. I also remember that Fernando said he loves me exclusively but Eric doesn’t. That bothers me. But all kinds of images from today are running through my mind, and my sex shudders. Suddenly, I feel Eric’s mouth on my forehead; he’s giving me little kisses that feel wonderful. Eric is sweet and possessive, and I like that. He has utterly charmed me. We haven’t talked about what happened. It isn’t necessary. Our eyes speak for us, and there is no need for questions or explanations. Everything we did was an indulgence, and we loved everything we did. Finally exhausted, I fall asleep in his arms.
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The next morning, I’m alone again when I wake up. Quickly, images from the previous night play like a slide show in my mind, and I flush. I’m also undeniably aroused.
Eric’s world is seducing me, and I like it more and more each time. Suddenly, the door pops open. It’s Eric with a breakfast tray.
“Good morning, little girl.”
That greeting, which is so my father, makes me smile. I sit up. Eric puts down the tray, gives me a sweet peck, and sits by my side.
“I’ve brought you orange juice, cold cuts, toast, plum cake, and twocafés con leche. How’s that for a good breakfast?”
“The best,” I say.
For about ten minutes, we eat and laugh, and when we finish off the tray, he puts it on the floor and sits back down next to me. He is incredibly handsome in a white T-shirt and camo shorts.
“How are you doing?” he asks as he takes my face in his hands.
“Fine. Why do you ask?”
His brow arches.
“If you’re checking in because of yesterday, relax, I’m good. I had a good time, and I did it because I wanted to.”
Eric nods. I can see from his expression that he needed to hear that.