to bury himself inside her hot moist depths.
“Are you wet for me?” he whispered against her lips.
“Yes,” she gasped.
He let his lips trail down slowly, taking his time, loving the fact that he was finally able to hold in his arms the girl he had been mentally fucking for three months. As he nuzzled her neck, Staffan asked, “How much do you want me?”
“More than anything else in this world,” she moaned out, her head falling back as he sucked at her neck. She moaned again as Staffan nipped her neck.
“Then prove it.” He moved down, nuzzling the valley between her breasts, cupping the flesh without touching her nipples.
“H-how?”
“Make me hear how much you want me.”
Her eyes flew open, but before she could even ask what Staffan meant, he had squeezed one breast hard, taking it close to his mouth so he could take her entire nipple in. And then he started to suck.
She moaned with abandon.
“Just like that,” he growled, sucking on her nipple harder.
“B-but…” Everyone was still outside. They would be able to hear her. Didn’t he know that? Didn’t he---
Saffi moaned again, the pleasure driving her crazy as Staffan moved to suck her other nipple while squeezing the breast he had just abandoned and pinching its tip.
“Louder, H.”
She shook her head.
“Don’t make me choose another.” It was a lie, but Staffan knew she would be too innocent to realize how far gone he was. No man as aroused as he was would be able to pull away at this point.
She shook her head again, more wildly this time, even as her eyes begged him not to leave her.
He released her nipple but squeezing both breasts this time, as hard as he could without hurting her. And then he drew on both her nipples, pulling them as far as she could. “Scream, H.”
Saffi obeyed, mindless with passion, her only thought to follow his every command because she knew what he wanted would be oh so good for them both.
Staffan gripped her hair, eliciting a squeak of surprise from her, just before he took her lips for a bruising hard kiss. “Say my name.”
“Staffan,” she whispered.
Incredibly, he shuddered against her, and the knowledge that he was also aroused only fed her desire. “Staffan.” She said it again, this time as a moan.
He dropped to his knees, flipping her skirt up and cursing when he realized that she did mean it. She had no panties on.
She blushed, seeing him stare at her naked body. “They were too wet and I was uncomfortable wearing them.” Saffi tried not to stumble all over her explanation but failed.
He had fucking gone to heaven.
Min himmel, he thought possessively. And she would always be his.
“This time, baby, I want you to scream as loudly as you can or I’ll be very disappointed.”
She opened her mouth to protest.
He started to lick her, long, slow, and hard, leaving no inch of her wet folds untouched.
Saffi ended up screaming instead.
Her hands found his hair and she started to pull and push, not knowing what she wanted. All she knew was that he was making her feel too good that it was driving her insane, making her breathless and wanton. Saffi screamed again, louder than ever, as he moved up, just enough for his mouth to close on her clit, this time without any lacy barriers between his lips and her flesh.
Her head lolled back. “Staffan,” she begged.
“Yes, baby.”
Even as he licked her, he was already fumbling for his pants, groaning against her folds when he finally managed to release himself.
The wet slapping sounds penetrated her mind – barely – just enough for her to look down at Staffan with eyes dazed with desire.
He was pleasuring himself.
It was enough to send her over the edge.
“Fuck!” Staffan was stunned when Saffi suddenly came in his mouth. He drank her in, his eyes lifting up to her. She was already staring at him, her eyes wide. Realizing that she had actually come because she had seen Staffan jerk
“Are you wet for me?” he whispered against her lips.
“Yes,” she gasped.
He let his lips trail down slowly, taking his time, loving the fact that he was finally able to hold in his arms the girl he had been mentally fucking for three months. As he nuzzled her neck, Staffan asked, “How much do you want me?”
“More than anything else in this world,” she moaned out, her head falling back as he sucked at her neck. She moaned again as Staffan nipped her neck.
“Then prove it.” He moved down, nuzzling the valley between her breasts, cupping the flesh without touching her nipples.
“H-how?”
“Make me hear how much you want me.”
Her eyes flew open, but before she could even ask what Staffan meant, he had squeezed one breast hard, taking it close to his mouth so he could take her entire nipple in. And then he started to suck.
She moaned with abandon.
“Just like that,” he growled, sucking on her nipple harder.
“B-but…” Everyone was still outside. They would be able to hear her. Didn’t he know that? Didn’t he---
Saffi moaned again, the pleasure driving her crazy as Staffan moved to suck her other nipple while squeezing the breast he had just abandoned and pinching its tip.
“Louder, H.”
She shook her head.
“Don’t make me choose another.” It was a lie, but Staffan knew she would be too innocent to realize how far gone he was. No man as aroused as he was would be able to pull away at this point.
She shook her head again, more wildly this time, even as her eyes begged him not to leave her.
He released her nipple but squeezing both breasts this time, as hard as he could without hurting her. And then he drew on both her nipples, pulling them as far as she could. “Scream, H.”
Saffi obeyed, mindless with passion, her only thought to follow his every command because she knew what he wanted would be oh so good for them both.
Staffan gripped her hair, eliciting a squeak of surprise from her, just before he took her lips for a bruising hard kiss. “Say my name.”
“Staffan,” she whispered.
Incredibly, he shuddered against her, and the knowledge that he was also aroused only fed her desire. “Staffan.” She said it again, this time as a moan.
He dropped to his knees, flipping her skirt up and cursing when he realized that she did mean it. She had no panties on.
She blushed, seeing him stare at her naked body. “They were too wet and I was uncomfortable wearing them.” Saffi tried not to stumble all over her explanation but failed.
He had fucking gone to heaven.
Min himmel, he thought possessively. And she would always be his.
“This time, baby, I want you to scream as loudly as you can or I’ll be very disappointed.”
She opened her mouth to protest.
He started to lick her, long, slow, and hard, leaving no inch of her wet folds untouched.
Saffi ended up screaming instead.
Her hands found his hair and she started to pull and push, not knowing what she wanted. All she knew was that he was making her feel too good that it was driving her insane, making her breathless and wanton. Saffi screamed again, louder than ever, as he moved up, just enough for his mouth to close on her clit, this time without any lacy barriers between his lips and her flesh.
Her head lolled back. “Staffan,” she begged.
“Yes, baby.”
Even as he licked her, he was already fumbling for his pants, groaning against her folds when he finally managed to release himself.
The wet slapping sounds penetrated her mind – barely – just enough for her to look down at Staffan with eyes dazed with desire.
He was pleasuring himself.
It was enough to send her over the edge.
“Fuck!” Staffan was stunned when Saffi suddenly came in his mouth. He drank her in, his eyes lifting up to her. She was already staring at him, her eyes wide. Realizing that she had actually come because she had seen Staffan jerk
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