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Addiction

... and he relaxes his grip a little. His other hand grabs a breast again, tugging at the nipple mercilessly while I squirm at his feet. I know he is watching me again, studying my face. I tell myself not to let him see the pain in my eyes and try to compose myself. “Touch yourself the way I want you to.” He grunts out, finally releasing me. I shudder at the sound of his words, reminded of the first time in his hotel room. The way his rough experienced hands had undressed me and pushed me down on the bed and spread my legs apart. I remember clearly how I had blushed at that moment. He had figured it out, it was my first night with a man and it had turned him on, to be the first man to have me. He had grabbed my hand into his, muttering something about teaching me how to write his name. I had looked up, totally confused. He had guided my hand between my legs, spelling his name softly in my ear as he had guided my finger over my covered sex, tracing each single letter of his name while I had withered under him, whimpering softly. “Go on!” he mutters, making me jump again, his eyes filled with lust, “Or have you forgotten your alphabet?” I lay back on the floor, my cheeks slightly flushed, parting my legs. I close my eyes as I cup a breast while my other hand travels down my body slowly, caressing my smooth skin, sending little tingles down my womb as it reaches between my legs. The back of my nails glaze against the wet patch of my panties and I let out a little sigh, forgetting ...

... him for a moment. I open my eyes to see that he is watching me intently. His hand is massaging his bulge through his pants. With a trembling finger, I trace the first letter of his name, a little moan escaping from my lips at the contact against the thin wet material. I see his lips curling into a satisfactory smile as I continue, my body shaking. “Yes, mine” he whispers as he watches me hungrily, his hand unfastening his zipper and pulling out his manhood. His eyes are feasting on me as he touches himself. “Take off your underwear, slut.” he grunts out as he ran his thumb over his tip. I slide them down, exposing my fully naked self to his eyes. He starts to pump his cock in his hand, increasing the pace as he watches me. I bite at my lip again as I fix my eyes on his manhood. I slowly push a finger inside me, gasping as I feel my walls clench around it. I wiggle it, giving in to the pleasure while my hand pinches my nipples. He suddenly gets up from the chair and kneels down in front of me, pushing me down on my back. I look up, noticing the wild look in his eyes again. He wastes no time and pushes my legs apart. I try to speak, to tell him to be gentle but before I have the chance, he shoves himself deep inside me in one hard thrust and a loud cry of pain escapes from my lips. He pulls almost all the way out before pushing in even harder, stretching me with his manhood. I find myself starting to respond, my hips moving with him. I wrap my legs around him, my fingers reaching ...