Twisted Ecstasy
“That’s what you’ve been missing while you’ve been avoiding me.”
I shove against him, impatient. “I want it inside.”
He lines up and sinks in, inch by deliberate inch, until his hips meet my ass. The stretch pulls a low sound from my throat. He stays buried, grinding in small circles that hit every sensitive spot without thrusting. My walls flutter around him, trying to draw him deeper.
Gently, he starts moving, not his usual rhythm. He pulls out, lets the head catch at my entrance, then slides back in, twisting his hips in a corkscrew motion. Each stroke feels like he’s rewriting my nerves. I bite the pillow to muffle my moans.
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