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“Thank you,” I said. “Thank you, Elena. Whatever you want.”
Her smile went soft and dangerous. “That’s the right answer.”
She let the head of my cock slip inside her, a slow, wet inch, and I groaned so loudly she laughed. Then she sank down all the way, tight and scalding, and rested her forehead against mine while I shook underneath her.
“Look at me,” she said. “Don’t you dare close your eyes.”
I looked. She rode me slowly at first, rolling her hips in long, deep circles, her breasts swaying above my face, her breath hot on my mouth. My wrists strained at the cuffs. I wanted to grab her arse, her waist, anything, and couldn’t, and that made it better. She got faster, one hand braced on my chest, the other between her legs, her thighs slapping against mine.
“Not yet,” she panted. “Not until I say. Hold it. You’re doing so well.”
“I can’t. Elena, I can’t.”
“You can. Good boy. Good boy.” She came first, her whole body clenching around me, a cry cracked open in her throat, her head thrown back. I felt every ripple.
She caught her breath, bent down and bit my ear.
“Now,” she whispered. “Come for me.”
I came with a shout that I think the neighbours heard, harder than I’d ever come in my life, my back arching off the mattress, filling her while she rocked through the aftershocks. She unbuckled me, kissed my sore wrists one at a time, and collapsed on top of me, laughing.
“Best bet you ever lost,” she said.
Ending 1 of 16: Good Boy. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.