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into him.
    “Oh, more, Markus.”
    Leisurely gliding his fingers down her body to reach his goal, he slid a finger into her soaked pussy as she begged him for more.
    Pulling away, he stood and laid her back on the bed. Draping himself over her, he slid down her body to rest between her thighs. “All I’ve thought of since the moment I met you is how I can’t wait to taste you.” He dove for her pussy as she let out a loud moan.
    She gripped his hair, groaning out her pleasure. “Ah, right there. Yes! Yes, ohhhh, Markus.”
    He moved his finger in her pussy in time with his licks.
    “Markus, I need… I need…”
    He hummed against her clit as he added a second finger, and she came undone, yelling his name and pushing down on his hand.
    He kissed his way up her body as her pussy wrapped tightly around his fingers. He tried to slow himself down and take his time, but his body was on fire, had been on fire for weeks. His cock begged him to dive into her warm, wet vagina. Markus had never been this turned on or on edge before. He removed his fingers and sucked them into his mouth as he watched her lust-filled brown eyes. He lined his cock up and slowly pushed into her.
    She was so tight, and he had to ease into her carefully.
    “ Omorphoula , have you been with someone before?”
    She gave a hesitant shake of her head, and he paused with his dick halfway in her.
    Shocked, Markus rested his forehead against hers and fought for some control. He would be her first. He needed to be loving and considerate, and then he smiled because if he had any say, he was going to be her one and only. “Kylie, thank you for this gift.” He tried not to think of the pressure he was now under.
    He sat up, pulling her up again and wrapping her legs around him. “Slide down on me, omorphoula .”
    Kylie’s lips met his as she pushed down on his penis, wincing into his mouth. Her nails dug into his back as she gripped onto him.
    Once fully seated inside her, Markus caressed her breasts and played with her nub. Kylie kissed her way down his neck and sucked on his shoulder as she slowly moved up and down on him, finding her rhythm. He caressed her back as she rubbed herself against him.
    As she moved herself back up to kissing her way to his mouth, his control started to slip, and his body hummed, ready for its release. Carefully, at first, he picked up the pace, holding her waist and helping to lift her.
    Knowing he couldn’t hold out much longer, not with the effect she had on him, Markus unwrapped her legs and turned, laying her back down on the bed, and thrust back into her.
    Kylie screamed. “Again, yes.”
    Pistoning into her, he watched as she bucked against him, begging for release. Slamming home one last time, he sucked on her neck.
    She moaned his name. “I’m coming, Markus.” Kylie’s now slick core pulsed around him, squeezing him and milking him.
    Giving her pussy what it wanted, he pulled out and hammered back in, letting himself go. He shouted her name, confessing his love in Greek.
    Collapsing on top of her, he rolled them so she lay on top of him and hugged her close. He listened to her panting and stroked her back. This was what he wanted, Kylie, here with him from this moment on. He felt relaxed and sated for the first time in weeks, fighting to keep his eyes open so he could take in every detail of her, and then he closed his eyes for a moment.
    *
    Kylie leaned on Markus’ chest and watched as he fought to keep his eyes open. Once he fell asleep, she slid out of his hold, grabbed his shirt and put it on, and wandered around his room, noticing he had nothing personal out, not even a photo of the family he spoke of. Opening drawers, she still couldn’t find anything besides clothing and a passport.
    She started to feel guilty that maybe she’d gone too far when she read his passport. She saw he travelled quite a bit. This only piqued her curiosity as to what he did for a living. Putting everything back, she walked