Chapter 1
Elara
The way his throat bobbed under my grip… it did something to me. It made me feel almost the same way I felt when his dick throbbed inside me—thick and pulsing, like it had a mind of its own. I leaned in closer, my tits pressing against his chest as I rode him slow. Deep. Deliberately taking my time. My hips moved in lazy circles, teasing both of us with every roll.
He squinted up at me, his dark hair a mess against the white pillow. He was young, seven years my junior, and handsome in a brutal way—all sharp angles and immediate emotion, intense to the point of obsession.
“Fuck, you take me so well,” he whispered, his voice already hoarse, already close to unraveling.
I twisted his right nipple between my forefinger and thumb. He gasped. His pretty lips parted, and his big blue eyes locked on mine. He looked at me like he was drowning—and I was the only thing keeping him above water.
“Don’t stop now, Elara,” he whined.
I squeezed just a little tighter around his throat, just enough to make his breath hitch, to feel his pulse flutter beneath my palm. My other hand slid into his dark hair, fisting it at the root, yanking gently just to hear him moan again.
I was going to miss him. He was always so eager for me. So fucking desperate. It turned me on more than I could say—the way he arched into every touch, the way his fingers dug into my thighs when I ground down just right. The bed creaked beneath us, but it wasn’t as loud as the wet slap of skin and the slick drag of him inside me, filling me so perfectly it hurt.
I could feel everything. Every ridge. Every vein.
“You like this, don’t you?” I whispered, lips ghosting over his. “You like when I fuck you for me.”
He couldn’t speak. Just looked at me with glassy eyes and that swollen, open mouth in that needy way that made my pussy clench around him.
“Shit,” I breathed. I was close. I could feel it humming in my spine.
I sped up, just enough to make his legs shake. My ass slapped against his thighs, and I felt him tense—his dick swelling and twitching inside me.
“Not yet.”
I let go of his throat just long enough to shove him back against the pillows, pinning his wrists above his head.
“Not yet, baby,” I purred, grinding down slow and cruel, making sure he felt everything. “You don’t get to cum until I say so.”
He whimpered and bucked his hips, but I trapped him. Using my weight to hold him down, his need poured out of him in breathy, broken gasps. He looked so good on the verge of begging.
I leaned down, my mouth brushing his ear. “Hold it. You’re mine right now. Do as I say, and only as I say,” I whispered, because I knew he liked it. He liked being owned by me.
His dick twitched. I felt the mess we were making between us; his pre-cum leaked out of me, smearing slick and hot against my thighs. I slid my hand over my ass and reached down between us. My fingers curled around his balls; I rolled them gently before giving them a sharp little tug.
He cried out—his back arched, his body trembling.
“Please,” he rasped. “Fuck—Elara—please… let me cum in you.”
I smiled. Cruel. Sweet. My nails scraped down his chest, leaving faint red lines on his flushed skin. Goosebumps followed in their wake. His eyes rolled to the back of his head.
I sat up, planted my hands on his thighs, and started riding him like I meant it. No more teasing. Just raw, reckless fucking. My tits bounced with every thrust. My sweat dripped onto his stomach. My hair stuck to my face, and still, I kept going. He was moaning now—high, needy sounds that broke apart in the air between us. He couldn’t take his eyes off me.
“That’s it,” I panted. “Right there. This good dick is gonna make me cum so fucking hard.”
He started to thrust up, helping us both. His dick started hitting that perfect spot inside of me again and again. I felt heat coil inside me—tight, hot, and nearly unbearable. My pussy clenched. My thighs trembled.
And then it happened.
My orgasm crashed through me like a wave. It bowed my back, and I screamed his name as my pussy milked every drop from him, his dick jerking, filling me up with hot, messy spurts that made my legs shake.
“Fuck—Elara—” he gasped, his voice wrecked, his body shuddering beneath me.
I collapsed against him, my forehead resting against his. For a moment, this space and time were everything—our breaths tangled, his arms around me, his dick still twitching inside me like it didn’t want to leave. And I didn’t want to move.
