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RYAN’S POV
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“Huh?” Anna gasped, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes still wide and disbelieving as if she couldn’t believe what just happened, but I couldn’t even reply, couldn’t think, because my cock was still throbbing in pain, aching from the way I stopped midway, still hard, still heavy, still leaking, still
needing the release my body had been begging for.
“Fuck-“I muttered under my breath as I fumbled with my belt, unbuckling it in seconds, desperate, frantic, knowing I wouldn’t last long if I didn’t do something fast. I pulled down my pants just enough and grabbed my cock, which was so hard it hurt, red and pulsing, wet at the tip, angry from being denied
what it had been buried in seconds ago.
Anna didn’t even hesitate.
She dropped to her knees right in front of me as if it was instinct, as if she needed to finish what we started just as badly as I did, her hand wrapping around my shaft while making me grunt out loud because it felt so fucking good, so much better than I expected, especially after holding back for so long.
“Anna–fuck-“I moaned, my hand flying to the back of her head while she looked up at me once, those big eyes staring straight into mine as if she knew exactly what she was doing to me, then she leaned forward and took me in, her warm, wet mouth wrapping around the head of my cock before sinking down inch by inch until I felt the back of her throat.
“Fucking hell,” I hissed, my head falling back slightly as I thrust into her mouth, slow at first, just to feel it , just to enjoy the way her lips slid over me, but then I couldn’t hold back anymore and I started moving faster, my hand tangled in her hair, guiding her as I fucked her mouth the same way I’d just been fucking her body minutes ago.
She moaned around me, her lips stretched wide, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, her tongue swirling around the tip every time she pulled back before taking me in deep again. Spit was dripping down her chin, wet sounds echoing in the room, and I didn’t care how loud it was. I didn’t care about anything except the way she looked kneeling there with her swollen lips around my cock, eyes glassy and eager, as if she needed me to fall apart in her mouth just as bad as I needed to.
“Just like that, baby, fuck, don’t stop,” I groaned, my thighs shaking, my abs tightening, my cock twitching as the pressure was making itself build faster than I could handle. “I’m close… shit, I’m gonna-”
My whole body locked up, my hand gripping her head tighter as I came hard, groaning deep and loud as the pleasure hit me like a wave, my release shooting straight into her mouth in hot, thick pulses.
“Swallow it.”
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She swallowed all of me, her eyes never leaving mine, and even when I was done, she still sucked a few more times, making sure she got every drop, then slowly pulled back, her lips puffy and slick, her mouth shiny, the corner of her lips still stained with what she didn’t get fast enough.
She looked so fucking beautiful like that, wrecked, messy, mine.
I grabbed her and pulled her up, crashing my mouth onto hers, tasting myself on her lips, not giving a single fuck because all I wanted was to feel her again. My hands slid down to her ass, grabbing it roughly
holding her against me as I kissed her deep, sloppy, hungry, as if I couldn’t get enough.
Her hands clung to my shirt, her tongue tangled with mine, her body still warm and soft and so perfect it was making me want to take her again. I almost did. I almost lost control all over again. My cock twitched against her thigh, already threatening to get hard again, and I knew if I didn’t stop now, I wouldn’t stop at all.
“Shit,” I muttered, pulling away and breathing hard as I stepped back and adjusted my clothes, trying to calm down even while my body didn’t want to. My pants were tighter than ever, and I knew if I looked at her one more time, I was done.
Anna walked to the bathroom, her legs still shaky as she grabbed a towel, cleaning herself up, wiping her mouth and between her thighs. I did the same, grabbed a towel and tried to clean myself off, even though I still felt on edge, still felt as if one more touch would make me lose it.
When we were both done, she walked out and sat on the bed quietly, her chest rising and falling as she tried to calm her breathing, her eyes still wide, still shaken from what just happened.
I looked around, knowing full well the room still smelled like sex, like her, like us.
I waved my hand around like a fucking idiot, trying to push the air away, knowing it wouldn’t work, knowing there was no point, but doing it anyway because it was the only thing I could do. The scent was thick, clinging to the walls, to the bed, to us.
I sighed.
“This is it,” I muttered.
And then I walked to the door and opened it…
