End the Stupid Bet, Win My Stage
He repeated, need blatant in his taunt, strong face.
I tried to keep eye contact, tried to give him what I think he wants but this is too strong, the final moment that my clit had been waiting for, that perfect swipe across its swollen surface has my eyes rolling back, my world temporarily going black, his eyes disappearing from my sight as my back arched and exploded.
I felt drained, my body losing all muscle function as the last tendrils of pleasure gently faded, aftershocks twitching my body.
“Get up, and get on the bed. I’m going to fuck the hell out of you.” His voice is hoarse with need, hard breaths in between the sentence, the order almost a plead despite the command in his tone.
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