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“Pull harder and find out,” she replies in a broken voice.

I leave a bite on her shoulder, marking her with a deep chuckle, “Brave girl.”

I’m losing control. I don’t recognize this version of myself, the one where restraint slips to focus on someone’s pleasure like my life depends on it. She’s here. She’s all mine and she trusts me.

The strokes are faster, more brutal than before, so urgent and intense that all I can see is how delicate she looks beneath me. Her long black hair falls perfectly down her back. And I curl my fingers into it, deepening our kiss as I fuck her.

I feel her tightening around my cock, but I can’t fucking stop. I want to make her see the stars she loves to watch. The ones that interest her more than anything.

Yeah, I want to make her see them as I take her harder on my bed, in my house, as she begs for more using my name.

Her head falls back on my shoulder, arms giving up on her, screaming a long agonizing Damien.

“Thank you for letting me touch you.” Thrust. “For letting me fill you up.” Thrust. “For making me feel at home even like that.” One last thrust.

I feel myself coming, my stomach contracts on its own and when I pull out, she grabs it with her hand and pushes it back in. “No… keep it. I want you to paint my insides.”

A long deep gasp escapes my lips, “Mireya…such a dirty mouth on you.”

Fuck… I don’t even feel myself losing it all the moment she says that. She takes my hand in hers and intertwines our fingers as I fill her up, whispering a long and slow fuck.

I can see my cum sliding on her thighs as I turn her back on the bed, meeting her eyes filled with tears, before taking every drop with my thumb and making her suck it. “Taste how weak I am for you.” And she does, smiling weakly. Sweet lips and soft eyes torturing me all at once.

That’s when I lay next to her, pulling her close to me.

We’re both breathing heavily, sweating and warm, only hearing the sound of the ocean coming from the window.

“Come here,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her hair.

She lets out a soft laugh and for a moment, she stays close. Then she shifts, slowly, and gets up without rushing, without covering herself, like there’s nothing to hide from anymore.

“I’m going to take a shower…” she says quietly, already drifting toward the bathroom.

I sat up a little, and called gently, “Hey.”

She pauses, doesn’t turn fully and I catch her wrist first, holding her there for a second longer. Then I guide her back toward me. My hand rises to her face, thumb brushing her cheek. “You don’t have to go right now,” I say softly. “Stay with me.”

Her eyes lift to mine, and then she smiles before leaving a soft kiss on my lips. “I’m okay,” she whispers. “It was perfect.”

My hand lingers on her face a second longer than I mean it to. And then she slips away anyway. I’m stuck here, watching her disappear again.

It was perfect.

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Mireya

Play - Black Friday by Tom Odell

Here with me

My fingertips splay around my neck as I look at myself in the mirror. Damien Caldwell, my professor, the man who haunts me, touched me. Several times.

I thought I was still angry with him.

I feel like I've found an excuse to fall back into my old ways. That lie... it was like he knew I was going to relapse. Maybe I resent him for being gentle with me. No one has ever tried to reassure or protect me or maybe I'm overthinking, especially since we just slept together for the first time.

I don't close the bathroom door completely. I turn on the tap, letting the water heat up. My cheeks are red, my skin marked with memories of his kisses. It's strange.