Emory Lynch is tired, she is tired and she's craving ice cream. That's the only thing in her mind when she ends up at a store in Hamburg at three in the morning, not knowing a word of German. To her luck, she wasn't the only one in the store. A myst...
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*Smut Warning*
Something inside him snapped, all restraints he had on himself long gone. Tom spun me around until my back laid flat against his front, one of his hands snaked up my arms before resting on my shoulder while the other stayed in my hip.
He lowered his face to my neck, kissing and bitting the skin. "The things you do to me, my love"
I felt the warmth of his chest on my back, and then his fingers closed around my wrists. "Hands on the wall" he demanded, guiding my palms to the surface.
Then, he widened my stance with his knee, right as he pressed openmouthed kisses down my spine. His hands grabbed on to my hips, one of them trailing down my bare backside.
"I should take you on the bed" He whispered against my skin, "Fuck you slow and gentle while I admire every single detail of your body until it's imprinted in my brain"
"But I'll leave that for another time." He kneaded my ass, and then his palm traveled to my thigh.
Whimpering, I pushed into his hips. He grunted and then reared back. Then, I felt his hard length against my ass.
Madness. He drove me fucking crazy.
"You know the times I have jerked off to the thought of you on your knees for me? On your hands and knees?" He passed his cock along my ass, making me moan in need.
"Or moaning my name when you come?" I let out another moan at his words, this one soaked with agony. Just like I was at the image of bringing his words to life.
"Oh," he whispered. Then, his voice lowered. "Sounds like you'd love that as much as me, wouldn't you Prinzessin?"
"Tom," I begged him. I wanted him now, or I would combust into a cloud of pure need.
"I need you." I looked over my shoulder, eyes begging for him. I saw a feral expression on his face. Now, It was my turn to grunt.
The back of his hand delicately caressed my jaw, and then his palm fell on my back as he bent me over. He pushed me onto the wall, and with a deep thrust, he was pushed himself inside of me.
I whimpered at the wonderful feeling, and before I could ask for more, Tom pushed out and thrust in again. We both moaned simultaneously at the feeling.
One of his hands came around me and landed my boob, toying with my nipple. The other one fisted my hair - pulling my head back. If I didn't come soon, Id disappear under his weight, under the rippling pleasure pooling down my belly.
