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He paused. Her body was still arched, and he lifted his head to see she was frowning.

She has not done this in a long time.

Although it was to his irritation, he understood.

He was too pleased and thrilled that he was feeling her hot core around his cock to truly care that he needed to wait to let her adjust to him.

Knowing she would keep her legs around him, he removed the hand that was behind her thigh, unwilling to let her wonderful arse go, so that he could bring it behind her.

He tore the back of her dress and then pulled it down until he revealed her breasts. He looked down, unable to reach them with his mouth, but he brought his hand forward so he could touch one.

Firm to knead, he plucked her hardened nipple with his thumb, and he felt her calves twitch. He brought his mouth back to her neck to kiss it with rough sweeps of his lips until he drew his tongue across it.

Playing with her breast, moving it around in his palm, he finally felt her hands upon him. One came to tangle in his hair, a gentle hold, while the other wrapped around his bicep to dig her fingertips into his back.

Her body started to soften, the arch of her back lessening, even though her core remained blissfully tight around him. The wetness that he could feel had dissipated, returned.

He ground his shaft inside her, hearing her breath catch.

“Better?” he asked, and she nodded.

Content with feeling her round backside and firm breast in his palms, he lifted his head to find her mouth again. He drew his hips back, feeling that slow and awesome slide of her inner walls around him.

He shoved back in, and she moaned loudly for the first time.

And then Rurik was unceasing with her.

Her grip on his hair tightened as he thrust in and out of her pussy, feeling her body bounce when the head of his cock hit against her cervix. Her breaths caught on a moan each time, making them short. Making him determined to hear more.

He broke from her mouth again so she would do it freely and pressed his face against the crook of her jaw and neck, occasionally sucking there. Her moans were silvery. It felt like they washed from his ears over his shoulders and biceps, making his skin prickle with goosebumps.

But he couldn’t stop thinking about the way her inner walls gripped his cock, the sliding heat he felt that grew when he thrust faster. The feel of her body while he kneaded her backside and breast. The way his muscled torso pressed against her much softer one.

His eyes drooped in blissful euphoria when she clenched him for the first time.

More.Rurik needed to feel this woman explode in his arms, was desperate for it. He wanted her lost. He wanted her broken. He wanted her ravenous. He wanted her to fucking ache around his cock.Need more of her.

He used her arse to tilt her hips forward. He began to move his faster, shoving harder. It built slowly. Her quiet moans getting louder each time, her breaths seeming harder to grab.

Slowly, he felt her fingertips no longer digging into the flesh of his back, but nails pushing in instead. He knew she must be creating little semi moons of nail imprints in his skin.

They scored him when he felt her body squeeze his cock and then wouldn’t let go as she came. Hot, wet, tight, like a naughty little cuddle as it squeezed his aching shaft. He pistoned through it as his eyes rolled back and shut, and his nose bunched. His jaw dropped at the feel of her orgasming and spasming around him.

She screamed while she both clutched him and arched her body in a deep bow, everything pulling to the sides. Her nails against his back. His hair pulling to the left as she let out her release, trying to milk his cock like it was hungry for him.

She came apart in his arms, and Rurik had never felt anything better.

More!

Amalia cried out as she came, her head falling back to land against the wall. Her legs shook around his hips, her muscles twitching in her thighs, her calves, her abdomen.

She could do nothing but desperately hold on to him. Her eyelids were wide open, but she could barely see, and the only distracting thing she could feel, other than him, was the shivers pricking randomly over her body.

She didn’t know how long she’d felt like she was suspended in the air, falling into a place where all she could sense was rapture as it exploded from her. She’d never come like this before, even when doing it herself.

She fell limp against him when she finally crashed back down. She was barely even able to keep the leg he wasn’t holding around his waist anymore and it slipped constantly.

He had to hold her up completely.