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out of her mind with pleasure.

    “ Cruskin
nyaaaa...” he moaned.

    She released him and
looked up. His eyes remained screwed shut for a moment, his
breathing hard and fast, and then he looked down at her. His eyes
pleaded her to keep going. She smiled wickedly.

    He frowned.

    Before she could say
anything, or move away, he’d hauled her up level with him, turned
her and pinned her against the window. Her hands pressed against
the window to steady herself. His front moulded against her back,
the length of his hard erection against the crack of her backside.
His arms wrapped around her, fingers teasing her nipples until they
sparked with each flick and swirl. He kissed her neck and
shoulders, sucking occasionally as he drove her out of her mind
with a combination of his fingers on her breasts and his cock
thrusting against her backside. She pressed backwards into him and
one hand went down to her hip, holding her tight as he ground into
her, groaning. Her pussy throbbed and she rubbed her backside
against his hard length, loving the feel of it against her. He bit
her shoulder and clamped his other hand down over her right breast.
She moaned and shut her eyes when he squeezed it.

    Her whole mind spiralled
like the galaxy outside the window when his left hand slid over her
stomach and down to her groin. Slender fingers dipped inside, the
tips of two of them rubbing her pert clit and making her cry out
her pleasure at the universe. He thrust against her backside, dry
humping her and taking her out of her mind with need. Her whole
body tightened. She was so close. She tensed against him and he
dipped his fingers lower, pressing his front into her back so he
could reach. She groaned at the loss of contact on her hard nub and
then her eyes shot wide open when he raised her enough for his
fingers to reach her slick channel. They plunged into her,
thrusting in time with his cock against her backside. She screwed
her eyes shut, wishing it was his cock inside her and not his
fingers. She wanted to feel him filling her up and moving in her,
wanted to feel connected to him in the most intimate way
possible.

    “ Acer, please,”
she moaned and leaned her head back against him, drowning in his
kisses and the pleasure of his touch.

    Her reward was his fingers
leaving her. His hands claimed her hips and pulled her towards him,
lifting her slightly as he did so. She braced her hands against the
window, waiting, anticipating the smooth glide of his cock into
her. He didn’t disappoint. He slowly eased into her, stretching her
and making her sigh with contentment. His hand reclaimed her pussy
and his other gripped the grab rail along the window. She grabbed
it too and wriggled against him, trying to encourage him to
move.

    He eased out and then back
in, painfully slowly. His fingers danced on her nub, circling it
and flicking it alternately. Her brows furrowed and she begged him
to thrust, to bury himself deep inside her and make her cum. He
slowly eased into her again. It was torture. His fingers were
relentless against her nub, taking her out of her mind. She tensed
her muscles, clamping down on his cock and loving the feel of it
inside her, even if he was refusing to move it enough to fulfil her
desire for him. He wasn’t going to let this be over quickly. She
didn’t mind. She wanted it to go on forever.

    His lips played against
her neck, his breath hot on her skin, fanning her face as he thrust
slowly again. She could feel how tense he was. It must have been
taking a lot to stop himself from taking her the way she knew he
wanted to. She knew how badly he wanted it because she wanted it
badly herself. It went beyond simple want. She needed it. They
needed it.

    He slid into her one last
time, filling her completely, and his fingers swirled around her
clit. A warm rush exploded through her, setting her nerves alight
and making her tense her muscles around him again. He groaned hotly
into her ear as her pussy trembled and