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33. Emma 🌶️

His lips crash into mine, and I melt against him. It's desperate, it's possessive, it's raw, and at the same time it's soft. He pushes me back onto the couch, his body hovering over mine. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer.

"You are mine, Emma," he growls, his voice laced with desire. "You'll always be mine."

"Ares," I whimper, the need for him overwhelming me.

"Tell me you're mine," he demands, his hand gripping my chin.

"I'm yours," I whisper, my heart hammering in my chest. "Sir."

"Fuck, babygirl," he groans, his mouth devouring mine.

I can feel his hardness pressing against me, and I grind my hips against him, desperate for friction. He stands, his arms wrapping around me to take me with him. My legs tighten around his waist as he walks us toward the bed.

He sets me down gently on the bed, his eyes roaming over my body.

"Get naked," he orders, his voice thick with lust.

I do as he says, stripping off my clothes quickly. He watches me, his gaze hungry.

Once I'm completely bare, he steps forward, his hands cupping my breasts.

"You're such a good listener," he murmurs, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.

"Only for you, sir," I moan, arching into his touch.

"Good girl," he purrs, his fingers rolling one of my nipples. I feel it pebbling beneath his touch.

He moves back, taking off his own clothes. He's a sight to behold. His muscles flex as he strips off his shirt and pants. His cock is straining against his boxers, and I can't help but lick my lips.

He chuckles, a low and throaty sound. "You want this, babygirl?"

"Yes, sir," I moan, my thighs rubbing together in anticipation.

"Patience," he murmurs, stepping out of his boxers.

His cock springs free, and my breath catches in my throat.

He is perfect. His cock is long and thick, and the veins are pulsing with need. He moves toward the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Turn over, babygirl," he commands, his voice husky.

I obey, rolling onto my stomach.

"Get on your knees," he orders, and I do as he says.

"Good girl," he purrs, his hands cupping my ass cheeks.

His finger traces along my slit, and I can't help but moan.

"You're already so wet for me," he rasps, his finger sliding into my wet heat. "Do you want me to fuck this tight little pussy, babygirl?" he growls, his finger curling inside of me.

"Yes, please, sir," I beg, my thighs trembling. I will never get over how perfectly he touches me. It's like he's always attuned to my wants, my needs, and every spot that begs to be stroked. Every little touch sends fire coursing through my veins.

"Such a good girl," he murmurs, his finger slipping out of me before sliding it back in, adding a second finger. "Look at you, taking my fingers like a champ."

I can feel myself clenching around him, my body craving more.

"Please, sir," I moan, my hips grinding against his hand.

"Mmm, you need my cock, don't you?" he purrs, his fingers fucking me faster.

I clinch around him. His fingers feel so good, but I want more. I need more. I need enough of him tonight to last me a lifetime.