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~Arnold

I grabbed her wrist just as her fingers brushed the cold metal of the handle.

My chest was heaving, my mind screaming at me to let go, but my body wouldn't obey.

Seeing her like that, vulnerable, with the tears streaming down her face destroyed the last of my resolve.

"Dorla, wait," I rasped, spinning her around.

She looked up at me, her eyes red and shimmering. "Why? So you can keep pushing me away? So you can keep pretending you don't feel exactly what I feel?"

She let out a jagged sob, her small hands balming into fists against my bare chest. "I’m tired of you being afraid of him, Arnold! I’d rather die with you than live without being able to touch you."

The raw honesty in her voice snapped something inside me. The image of the torture chamber, the Don’s warning, the threat of being boiled alive, it all faded into the background.

All that mattered was the heat radiating off her body and the way she was looking at me like I was her entire world.

"You have no idea what you’re asking for," I whispered, my hand sliding from her wrist up to her neck, my thumb stroking her jawline.

"I know exactly what I want," she breathed, her gaze dropping to my lips.

I didn't give her a chance to say another word. I leaned down and crushed my mouth against hers.

It wasn't a gentle kiss, it was desperate, fueled by days of repressed longing and the adrenaline of a near death experience.

She let out a muffled whimper of surprise that quickly turned into a moan of pure need, her arms winding around my neck as she pulled herself flush against me.

The feeling of her bare skin through that thin silk against my chest was intoxicating.

I could feel her hard nipples poking into my skin, and the way my cock was digging into her stomach. I turned her around, pinning her against the door she was just about to leave through.

"If we do this," I growled against her lips, my hand sliding down to grip her ass through the silk, "there’s no going back. You understand?"

"Don't go back," she whispered, her legs starting to wrap around my waist, pulling her pussy right against my hard erection. "Just take me.”

The sound of the silk nightgown shredding was like a starter pistol, a final snap of all the rules I’d been trying to follow.

I tore it right down the center, exposing her body to the cool air of the room before I buried my face against her.

I latched onto one of her breasts, sucking her nipple deep into my mouth while my hand reached back to click the lock on the door.

She moaned heavily, her fingers clawing at my shoulders, her head lolling back as I dragged her away from the entrance. I didn't stop until I pinned her against the wall near the TV.

I reached over, hitting the power and cranking the volume on a heavy, bass thumping track until the walls started to vibrate, enough noise to drown out the sounds of what I was about to do to her.

"Arnold, please," she gasped, her eyes blown wide with lust.

I didn't say a word. I hooked my arms under her thighs and hoisted her up the wall, her back sliding against the plaster as she wrapped her legs tightly around my shoulder.

I dropped my head, burying my face in her soaking wet pussy. I ate her greedily, my tongue lashing out at her clit with a raw, primal hunger.

While my mouth devoured her, I reached up with both hands, my fingers finding her breasts. I rolled her hard nipples between my thumb and forefingers, tugging on them in sync with the rhythm of my tongue.

Dorla was screaming now, her voice lost in the booming music as she arched her back, her fingers digging into my hair and pulling me even deeper into her heat.

I could taste her release building, the sweet, musky scent of her arousal filling my lungs. I was risking everything, my life, my job, my soul but as I felt her pussy twitch and pulse against my lips, I knew I’d burn in hell a thousand times over just to stay right here.

I felt her body stiffen, her thighs tightening like a vice around my head as the music pulsed through the room.

She let out a long, high pitched wail that was swallowed by the bass, her pussy pulsing rhythmically against my face as she released.

I stayed there, lapping up every drop of her sweet, hot cream, savoring the taste of my own death warrant.

When she finally slumped against the wall, breathless and shaking, I lowered her just enough to bridge the gap between our faces.

I crashed my mouth against hers, sharing the taste of her own climax in a deep, messy kiss.

She swallowed hard, her tongue dancing with mine as we traded the slick evidence of her pleasure.

As soon as her feet hit the floor, the vulnerability in her eyes shifted back into that predatory, seductive heat.

She dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands moving with frantic speed. She didn't hesitate, she grabbed the drawstring of my gym shorts and yanked it loose, shoving the fabric down past my hips.

My cock sprang free, thick and throbbing, the head glistening with pre cum.

Dorla let out a soft, hungry gasp as she wrapped her small, delicate fingers around the base, squeezing tight.

Her eyes locked onto mine, dark, defiant, and completely obsessed as she leaned in closer, her warm breath ghosting over the sensitive skin.

"I’ve wanted to do this over and over since the first day I saw you," she whispered, her tongue darting out to lick the very tip of my cock.

I groaned, my hands finding the top of her head as she opened her mouth wide, ready to take me in and finish what she started.

Every nerve in my body was on fire, the booming music the only thing keeping our secret safe within those four walls.

I groaned, my head falling back against the wall as Dorla took me deep into her throat.

She was relentless, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock while her hand pumped the base, creating a suction that made my knees buckle.

My eyes fluttered, half closing as the pleasure intensified into something white hot and blinding.

I felt like I was drifting, touching cloud nine, the booming music in the room turning into a distant hum compared to the wet, rhythmic sounds of her mouth.

"Fuck, Dorla," I gasped, my fingers tangling in her hair as the pressure in my gut reached the breaking point.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I stiffened, my muscles locking up as I shot my heavy load into her mouth.

She didn't flinch, she took every drop, her eyes never leaving mine, swallowing it all down with a dark, triumphant smile.

I stayed there for a moment, gasping for air, my heart hammering against my ribs.

I reached down, helping her up to her feet. She looked absolutely wrecked and beautiful, her lips glistening and her hair a mess.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear as the music continued to vibrate through the floor. "Let's go clean our shit in the bathroom," I whispered, my voice thick and low.

Dorla let out a soft, knowing chuckle, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and lingering lust. She leaned back just enough to look at me, a wicked smirk playing on her face.

"Bad boy," she whispered back, her hand sliding down to give my lingering erection a playful squeeze. "I know exactly what you're thinking. You're not finished with me yet, are you?”