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Ella

It takes me a few minutes to fully recover from the mind-blowing orgasm I just had. My brain has gone completely blank, and the only thing that I can think about is Michael. He’s in the bathroom right now, leaving me to stare at my ceiling.

As he comes back into the room, I’m tying my short silk robe around my waist. Michael makes a sound of approval, and when I look over at him, his eyes are tracing up my legs. The action makes my face hot and my pussy dewy.

“I, um,” I say, shifting my weight between my feet.

I shouldn’t have lost my virginity to a stranger like that.

He came to my house to perform a service.

I don’t know anything about him; he could be married, for all I know.

But I know in my heart that he isn’t, that he’s all mine, and I don’t want him to leave.

“I was thinking about making dinner. I don’t have much but there’s enough for options.

You know… If you want to stay for a while. ”

“I’d love that,” he tells me, crossing the room and wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me in for a kiss.

“Awesome,” I say when we part. “Do you prefer–”

“Anything you do is perfect,” Michael tells me, voice filled with conviction that makes me wonder if he’s still talking about dinner.

I nod, my heart flip-flopping in my chest. Is it possible to have a heart attack from infatuation? I don’t think there are any documented cases, but I think I might be the first. Especially when Michael takes my hand in his and leads me out of the room.

In the kitchen, he helps me chop vegetables for the pasta I’m planning. As we work, he tells me about his time in the military, and suddenly everything makes sense. Of course I feel safe with Michael. He was part of our armed services. For six years of his life, it was his job to protect others.

When I get the chicken started in the pan, Michael pulls me against him and kisses me hard. I respond in kind, sighing against him. I love how he holds me. It’s like he’s a security blanket. A very attractive, very muscular security blanket.

After a few minutes of making out, he pushes me against the counter, caging me in with his arms on either side of me.

Again, a part of my brain tells me that I should want to get away, but a louder, more insistent part tells me that this is exactly where I want to be.

As if moving on autopilot, my legs spread to accommodate him.

He accepts the space I’ve given him, pressing up against me. I can feel his hardness through his pants and the thin material of my robe. It drives me crazy knowing that I’m the reason he’s like this. I want more of him, and I want it now.

“Michael,” I moan against his lips, my eyes fluttering closed as his big, strong hands roam over my body. The silk of my robe feels like heaven against my sensitive, goose-pimpled skin. “Michael please.”

“Please what, pretty girl,” he says, his voice in its lowest register. The pet name sends shivers down my spine. “Use your words for me. Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

“I–” I start, not really knowing what I want. All I know is, “I want all of you.”

“All of me?” he asks as he kisses a line from my jaw to just below my earlobe. “You want my cock, pretty girl? You want me to fuck you and fill you up with my seed? You want my load? Is that it?”

“Y-yes,” I say as my mind short circuits.

His words are filthy, filthier than anything I’ve ever heard in real life. Heat bubbles beneath my skin. I think I might combust. I’m so wet from his kisses and the way that he’s speaking to me that I can feel slick dripping down my thighs.

“Anything for you,” he tells me as he sucks a pulse point on my neck. “I’ll do anything for you. It doesn’t matter what. All you have to do is ask.”

Before I’m able to process that, he’s tugging at the belt of my robe. When he gets it free, he pushes the garment from my shoulders. Michael eyes me hungrily before leaning in to attach his mouth to my hardened nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

“Oh my god,” I whine, my hips twitching forward, my body aching to be filled. “Please.”

“Alright, alright,” he says, pulling away and leaving the nub glistening with his saliva. “I’ll give you what you want.”

That’s all the warning I get before I’m being spun around and bent over the counter. I brace myself on the granite, my nails sliding across the slick surface. Anticipation thrums through me.

Michael’s hand swipes through my sex again, two fingers breaching my opening. He hisses under his breath before pulling away. Then, the pressure is replaced with something else. The dull head of his cock slides through my dripping folds.

“Oh my god,” I whine, throwing my head back when he breaches my pussy. The stretch is otherworldly, almost painful but so, so pleasurable.

“You’re so tight,” Michael groans, thrusting into me in short, measured movements. I can tell he’s trying his best to hold back, but he’s on the verge of losing his composure.

I think I want him to.

“Michael,” I whine, my body twitching, pushing back against him as if on instinct. “Please.”

At the sound of my broken voice, he unleashes the beast that’s been lurking inside of him. His hands tighten on my hips, gripping me so hard that I wouldn’t be surprised to find bruises when we’re done. He almost pulls out of me completely before slamming back in.

A high-pitched moan catches in my throat. Michael sets an unforgiving pace. He drives into me like he’s been starving for this, his lips pressing kisses against the sweltering skin on my bare shoulder.

“Gonna fill you up and breed you,” he says, the way he sounds almost unrecognizable from the network technician that showed up at my house hours ago.

“This tight little pussy is mine, you understand that? No one else is going to make you feel as good as I do. I’m going to ruin you for any other man.

Not that you’re going to get to be with anyone else. You’re mine, Ella.”

His .

That concept, those possessive words… I should want to run. I should tell him to get off of me. I should be scared… But I’m not. Instead, I’m more turned on than I thought possible, obsessed with the idea of being his. Not just the idea – I am his now.

“Yours,” I grind out, my sweaty palms scrambling for purchase on the countertop.

“That’s my good girl,” he says, still holding my hip tightly with one hand as he moves his free hand between my legs, circling my clit. “You going to cum all over my cock? You gonna take my seed like a good girl?”

“Yes!” I exclaim, my thighs shaking as my orgasm barrels toward me.

Michael growls in my ear, continuing his onslaught. I feel untethered, but in the best way. With each thrust of his hips, Michael is bringing me toward my peak, and my only job is to enjoy the ride.

The second my pussy starts to clench around his length, he groans and asks, “Is my good girl about to cum for me?”

“Uh huh,” I whine, squeezing my eyes shut as the first wave of my climax bowls into me.

I lose myself to the sensations. My entire body trembles in ecstasy as he continues to plow into me. Beneath me, my legs buckle, and if it weren’t for Michael’s steady hand at my hip, I’d collapse.

I’m gasping for breath, still riding out the last tendrils of my climax when Michael yanks me hard against his chest, burying his cock deep inside of me.

His cock twitches hard, then I’m filled up with something entirely different.

His cum, his seed. I groan, my toes curling as he claims me in the most primal way.

“Fuck, Ella,” he curses as he pulls out.

“Yeah,” I agree, going easily when he turns me around and brings me to his chest, reeling me back down to earth. “Will you stay tonight?”

“You don’t even have to ask,” he replies, tightening his arms around me.

I soak up his contact. The security he provides me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I’m content to stay like this for the rest of my life.

Unfortunately, a few minutes later, the kitchen fills with smoke. We jump apart, and my eyes land on the stove. The chicken breasts I put on before we got started are burning, and likely seconds away from catching fire.

I stare at it, frozen in place, but Michael jumps into action. He turns the stove off and removes the pan from the heat. Then, he turns around with a smile on his face.

“Guess we got a little carried away, huh?” he laughs, already opening the cabinet where I keep my pans to pull out a new one.

“Yeah, I guess so,” I giggle, feeling light and satiated. I bend down to pick up my robe from the floor. “I’ll start more chicken.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he says casually as he goes to the fridge. “I’m the reason we were distracted. I’ll take care of this. You just sit over there and look pretty for me.”

My heart flutters and my mouth goes dry. I nod, doing my best to suppress another round of giggles. Michael gives me a wink and goes back to his task. I take the opportunity to observe this handsome, handsome man, thinking about all the things I’d like him to do to me after dinner.