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I ’m not gentle with Briar by any stretch, all semblance of control shredded the moment my cock was embedded in her slick heat. Jesus. Fucking. Christ. I’ve had rage fucks before but with her it’s… different. Cathartic, like she’s an outlet syphoning off the roiling tempest of primal aggression coiled tight inside my core. And bloody hell, she feels exquisite sheathing me—so fucking tight, every silken flutter of her inner muscles a sensual caress.

My hips pump with abandon, burying to the hilt with each vicious thrust only to withdraw until just the crown catches on Briar’s entrance before slamming home once more. She arches beneath me with a desperate whine, those shapely legs snapping taut to lock her heels against the backs of my thighs, anchoring me in place to ravage that perfect quim without mercy.

Fucking Hansley; that dumb, presumptuous cunt. Pulling me out of class like a bloody delinquent to lecture me. As if I haven’t got enough shite to be getting on with at present without her poking around my affairs and making threats.

With a snarl vibrating in my chest, I dislodge my hand from where it’s been tormenting Briar’s swollen pearl and instead latch onto her hip with a punishing grip. Fingertips dig indentations into that supple flesh as I haul her even harder against my driving cock, forehead dropping to rest against the juncture of her throat.

Harsh pants ghost over the swells of her tits heaving with each plunging stroke, the scent of her body wash winding through that muskier tang of sex and sweat clinging to her dewy skin. Christ, I can already feel the telltale tightening in my sac, heralding the beginnings of my rapidly approaching climax winding tight as a coiled serpent low in my belly.

Not yet. I’m not about to blow my load until Briar has been properly ruined, a quivering mess of overstimulated nerves and sated ecstasy.

Gritting my teeth, I force my hips to still for a scant heartbeat, ignoring Briar’s frustrated whine. In one deft motion, I shift to brace most of my weight onto my left forearm while snaking the opposite beneath the nape of her neck. Blunt fingertips fist into those blonde tresses, holding her at my mercy as I grind the thick crown of my cock up into that ribbed patch of nerves.

The results are instantaneous. Briar’s back bows off the mattress, a breathless cry punched from her parted lips as fresh arousal gushes to slick our joined flesh. I can bloody well feel her pussy swelling and pulsing around me, that telltale pressure rapidly building until she trembles on the razor’s edge of rapture. When those perfect hips start angling down to impale herself on each grinding stroke, I know she’s fucking close.

Releasing the fistful of her hair so I can properly brace my weight, I alternate between pounding strokes and grinding swivels designed to hit Briar’s erogenous centre from every angle. Each fluttering spasm and hitch of her breath sends me teetering closer to that precipice myself, but I hold on with a ruthless scrap of control.

Bloody fucking hell, she’s already so raw and sensitive from her last climax, and yet she shows no signs of begging me to relent. If anything, her mewls and gasps become more frenzied, moaning in desperation like an addict chasing that next shattering high.

Unable to restrain the feral growl bursting free, I duck my head to latch teeth around the curve of her shoulder. Blunt canines score half-moons into that tender flesh as I pull her flush against me with each punishing thrust. The sensation of her building orgasm and desperation has rapidly become my only sustenance, my only reason for existence in this moment.

“C’mon, srdie?ko,” I rasp between gritted teeth, knuckles flushing white from the sheer force of gripping her hip. “Fucking give it to me. Give me another one, and you better soak my goddamn sheets or I swear to god I’ll keep fucking you until you do.”

She whimpers, back arching impossibly further as her lashes flutter and jaw goes slack on a silent sob. Then, without warning, a fresh gush of scalding heat drenches my cock and thighs, signalling the climax I’ve mercilessly driven her toward.

I groan at the searing warmth cascading over my flesh, hips snapping forward to bury myself balls-deep within Briar’s convulsing quim. Ruthlessly, I continue pumping into her, dragging that orgasm out with each powerful thrust until she’s a quivering, overstimulated wreck beneath me.

It doesn’t take much longer before I’m teetering on that precipice myself, the coil of ecstasy winding ever tighter with every silken flutter caressing my aching shaft. A few more strokes and I’m gone.

I snarl Briar’s name like a visceral blasphemy, pelvis snapping forward to bury as deep as physically possible while I empty my release in hot spurts. Each pulse seems to last an eternity, that molten ecstasy dragging out until I’m reduced to shuddering aftershocks and ragged gasps ghosting over her mussed tresses.

Several minutes pass before either of us stirs from the dazed lassitude gripping our overwrought forms. Gradually becoming aware of my dead weight pinning Briar into the mattress, I brace up onto my forearms to avoid crushing her petite figure. A fine sheen of perspiration glistens over both our spent bodies, chests still heaving with residual exertion.

Her eyes slowly flutter open as I raise my forehead from where it rests against her collarbone, revealing those crystalline depths glazed with lingering delirium. Briar’s ripe lips part on a soundless whimper when I nip at her bottom lip before claiming them in a searing, sensual kiss. The cadence gentles from that earlier frantic, brutal pace into something more languid and tender as I savour the salty-sweet tang of her desire smeared across my tongue.

When the need for oxygen becomes too pressing, I reluctantly tear myself away with a soft groan. Slowly, carefully, I ease my softening length from the clinging grip of Briar’s pussy, eliciting a whine of protest from her parched lips. I chuckle at her insatiable desperation, dipping down to silence her wordless plea with another heated kiss.

After allowing her to catch her breath for a few heartbeats, I straighten and take a moment to simply admire the debauched picture she presents. Christ, she’s fucking gorgeous laid out like this—hair tousled into wild disarray, sated and delirious from lack of oxygen. Impulsively, I reach up to tug my tie completely free, dropping the length of silk onto the duvet before making short work of the buttons on my rumpled shirt.

With a sharp tug, I shrug the shirt over my shoulders and let it puddle to the floor in a crumpled heap. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my trousers and boxers, I strip them both down my legs in one smooth motion before kicking them carelessly aside.

Reaching for the hem of Briar’s camisole, I quirk a half-smirk and arch one brow in a silent question. She blinks up at me through heavy-lidded eyes for a beat before nodding once in dazed acquiescence. With gentle motions, I carefully peel the sweat-dampened fabric up and over her head, depositing it on the bed.

Completely bare before me, Briar doesn’t even attempt to cover herself—thighs still carelessly splayed in invitation, feet braced against the edge of the mattress as she catches her breath. Unable to resist, I bend to loop my arms beneath her shoulders and knees, effortlessly lifting her pliant form against my chest.

A breathless giggle bubbles past her parted lips, arms winding loosely around my neck, still riding that euphoric post-coital high as I straighten with her cradled against me. I silence her amusement with a smirk and dip my head to trail open-mouthed kisses along the rapid flutter of her pulse.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, srdie?ko,” I murmur against the feverish skin below her ear, muscles coiling to hoist her further into my embrace.

Turning on my heel, I stride the few paces into the adjacent bathroom and carefully deposit Briar onto the recessed bench inside the glass-walled shower stall. She releases me with visible reluctance, already squirming to settle more comfortably onto the cool tile seat as I straighten and turn to the showerhead. I spin the taps to initiate the cascading spray of scalding water, narrowly avoiding that initial icy burst.

Snagging one of the plush washcloths from the heated rack, I soak it thoroughly beneath the steaming deluge before squeezing out the excess moisture. My gaze flicks to the array of bottles arranged on the built-in shelf, landing on the familiar feminine wash I’d purchased for Briar a few weeks prior. She hasn’t mentioned it, but I’m certain she’s been using it because the bottle feels lighter.

Uncapping the bottle, I squeeze a modest amount into the damp terry-cloth and swirl it around to work up a rich lather. The delicate floral bouquet instantly pervades the air, blending with the earthy musk of our mingled arousal still clinging to our skin. Bloody fuck, it should be illegal for any scent to be that intoxicating.

After securing the cap, I set the bottle aside and unhook the detachable showerhead from its cradle before turning back to Briar with a smirk playing over my lips. Those heavy-lidded eyes flutter open in silent question as I lower myself onto one knee directly before her parted thighs.

“Open up for me, láska,” I murmur, inclining my chin to indicate her splayed limbs. “Need to get you all cleaned up after the mess you made.”

Pupils dilate infinitesimally at the rough demand, lips parting on a ragged inhalation as she draws her knees up, resting her heels against the bench. With exquisite slowness, Briar spreads those toned legs until the puffy lips of her pussy are lewdly exposed in a clear invitation. One hand drifts between her parted thighs to toy with the swollen flesh, fingertips glistening with a fresh bead of arousal as she works herself open for my perusal.

An animalistic groan tears free from deep within my chest at the utterly depraved display. Drinking in that erotic tableau with ravenous eyes, I allow the damp cloth to slip from my fingers with a dull thud against the tile. Before Briar can utter even the faintest mewl of protest, I’m leaning in to run my tongue along that hypnotic trail of raised scar tissue adorning the inner swell of her thigh.

She gasps above me, the hand between her legs stilling as Briar leans back to offer easier access. Her fingers flex against the tiles, nails catching the grouted surface as she arches her hips off the bench in a wordless plea for more. With a feral growl rumbling against her sensitised flesh, I acquiesce—dragging my tongue higher to swipe through the sodden labia glistening with the remnants of my cum and her own orgasmic release.

“Fuck,” I groan at the first tangy burst of our commingled essence coating my taste buds. My cock throbs with renewed interest, thickening slightly despite the fierce climax I’d only just wrung from its depths what feels like mere moments ago. Utterly intoxicated by the rich flavour of Briar’s desire, I seal my mouth over her clit and suckle with abandon.

Her broken cry echoes off the tiled walls, pussy grinding against my face as she threads her fingers into my hair, tightening to the point of delicious pain. Not about to deny either of us this decadent indulgence, I devote myself to worshipping at the altar of Briar’s cunt with fervent dedication—tongue swirling and dipping, teeth nipping and suckling until her thighs begin quivering with the telltale precursors of an impending release.

When that rosy pearl finally swells between her sodden lips, I lave it with a broad sweep of my tongue and draw it deeper between my teeth. Sealing suction around the hypersensitive bundle of nerves, I hum deep in the back of my throat—the vibrations instantly shattering what’s left of Briar’s tenuous restraint.

She bucks against me with a hoarse shout, gushing into my mouth as her inner walls convulse in rapture. I drink down every hot surge greedily, groaning my own pleasure while easing Briar through each starburst behind her lids. Only once her quaking has subsided to weak aftershocks do I finally drag my mouth away, leaving her clit slick and swollen from the attention.

Briar mewls faintly in protest at the loss of sensation, hips undulating as if searching for that missing source of friction. Leaning up on my knees, I silence the wordless plea with a bruising kiss—tongue sweeping past her parted lips to allow Briar to taste the tangy evidence of her release. She moans into my mouth, fingers leaving searing trails against my scalp as they thread fully through my dishevelled hair.

When the need for air becomes too urgent to ignore any longer, I reluctantly tear myself from that addictive embrace with a low, regretful rumble. Pressing my brow to Briar’s, I sweep the hair back from her damp temples and simply allow us both a moment to catch our breath while basking in the afterglow.

“Fucking hell,” I eventually rasp. “You were made to be worshipped, m?j drahu?ka. An absolute goddess.”

Briar flushes beneath my reverent attention, ducking her head in a futile attempt at modesty. That won’t do at all. Cupping her jaw with one large palm, I tilt her face back up until those glassy azure irises have no choice but to meet my heated regard head-on.

“Never doubt how utterly bewitching you are,” I growl with all the intensity I can muster. “Your pleasure is my only religion, Briar, and I’ll spend every fucking day paying tribute in any way you desire.”

Her breath hitches at the blatant declaration, tongue darting out to wet those plush lips in a telling gesture. That’s my girl—so gloriously responsive, every minute shift of her expression or body a siren’s call I’m physically incapable of resisting. With a low, rough sound, I lean up to capture that sinful mouth once more.