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He slipped a finger inside me, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit. "Oh god, Cole," I moaned, my body writhing against his touch. "This is wrong…” He smiled, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Your body seems to disagree with you, Emma," he said, his voice low and hungry. " He kept fingering me, increasing the pace. I tightened my grip on his shoulders. “Oh fuck… I'm going to cum!” He fingered me faster, hitting the right spot, and with that, I came. My body vibrated uncontrollably, my juices coating his hand.

I said slowly, vibrating to my core as his hands slid toward my clit while his fingers started fucking my entrance so well. “You’re fucking wet,” he added, kissing my abdomen slightly. He didn't stop; he kept finger-fucking my pussy while rubbing my clit hard. I couldn't control my moans. They got super loud, really loud, while my eyes kept rolling back. “Oh my God, you’re fucking sweet.” His smile got wider the more he rubbed my clit, and I couldn't control the tears that started to fall from my eyes. I started to mumble, “Hmm... uhm... fuck... Adrian.”

The silk sheets felt cool and luxurious against my heated skin. I got on all fours, just like I had imagined so many times while listening to him. I pulled my nightdress up to my waist, exposing myself completely to the empty room. “F-fuck…” I whispered, pushing two fingers inside my dripping cunt. I closed my eyes and pictured him behind me. “I’ll be your good girl, Master…” I moaned softly, pumping my fingers faster as I remembered the way he had praised that other woman. “Please… fill me up,” I whimpered, adding a third finger. “Treat me like just a hole, Master…”

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

She was not a fighter and not used to starting a fight so she just remained her mouth closed. "You know, girl, we don't know what were the things you did to get close to Mr. Fierro. He is very strict and moody. Even some female employees who show motive to our boss were being ignored by him because he is still very much in love with his ex-fiancee. Did you use your body to seduce Mr. Fierro? In fairness to you, there were a lot of guys in the office who were obsessed with your body," the woman's words didn't sound like praise but seemed to be insulting especially when was looking at her whole body again with a raised eyebrow.

"Come on my dick, baby. Soak it with your pretty little cum.” She screamed my name, her entire body trembling as she came apart on my dick. Her pussy clamped down so tightly that I could barely move inside her, her juices flooding out around me as she rode out her intense orgasm. It was fucking beautiful. The most erotic sight I'd ever seen.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

CHAPTER 4. SEXUAL ADDICTION I don't care about anything anymore. The world outside this room, the family downstairs, the fifty days of self-control I sacrificed—it all dissolves into a hazy, unimportant mess. The only reality is the heat of her body beneath mine, the wet, desperate sounds we are making, and the sheer, overwhelming friction of our locked hips. The both of us are crying out loud right now, our voices blending into a single, frantic sound of ecstasy and transgression. “Oh my God, yes! Oh, fuck, baby!” she is screaming, her voice raw, her head thrown back against the pillows.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.