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Emilia’s POV
A shiver ran through my body at the way Alaric touched me and my thighs clenched in anticipation. I couldn’t believe I was already getting wet at such simple touch. He kissed my neck and ran his fingers through my hair. “You look beautiful,” he muttered, kissing my hair.
“Thank you,” I answered, my cheeks turning pink as I eyed the hoodie and sweatpants I was in.
“Take off your clothes,” he added, kissing my neck one more time and he walked behind me. He took off my hood and began unbraiding my hair carefully.
“To take off my clothes,” I began slowly. “I need you to leave my hair,” I reminded him. My hair was in two cornrows and I didn’t want him getting them all rough and tangled.
He unbraided the first cornrow and moved to the other one without a word. He unbraided that one too and ruffled my hair slightly. “I love your hair better when it’s let down,” He murmured against my neck and then I felt him take a step back. “Take off your clothes.”
I gulped as I took off my hoodie and then undid the zip and buttons of the baggy pants I was wearing. I pulled down the pants and stepped out of it slowly, suddenly feeling shy. I was left standing in only panties and a bra.
I resisted the urge to cover myself due to my shyness.
“Why did you stop?” He asked.
“I’ve undressed,” I answered calmly.
“When I said take off your clothes, I also meant your clothes, including your panties and bra. Don’t make me repeat myself again, Sweetie. Take them off,” he ordered in a way that I found sexy. I could feel my juices leaking and soaking my panties. I was feeling even more shy.
“I don’t think you’d like it if I took them off myself,” he added huskily.
I unclasped my bra and threw it on his couch, then took off my panties and then stepped out of my shoes before I turned around to look at him again. “Happy?”
He stared at me beneath his lashes, his orbs seeming darker. The side of his lips spread into a malicious smirk. “Very,” he answered. “Come here,” he added, seating on the arm of another couch.
I walked to him slowly, not feeling like arguing with him. The moment I was within his reach, he took my hand and pulled me towards him so that I was standing between his thighs. One of his hands was now resting on my ass, and the other on the back of my neck. Even with the way he was sitting and I was standing, he was still taller than me.
He bent his head slightly and captured my lips in a kiss. I moaned, and then whimpered, melting in his touch.
He caressed my ass for a few seconds and then removed his hand. I let out a whimper at the loss of contact, but gasped when his hand slapped down on my ass while his teeth bit down on my lower lip. He had spanked me. I hadn’t been expecting that.
My pussy was seriously aching and my juices were coating my thighs now.
I ran my hands through his hair as his tongue slid into my mouth. His hands slid down from my ass to the middle of my thighs. He didn’t waste any time in finding my clit and rubbing. I broke the kiss instantly, tilting my head backwards as I released a loud moan, wrapping my arms around his neck. Relieve flooded through my system and my core tightened. My legs turned into jelly as he continued rubbing my clit in circles. I could barely hold myself up, if not that he was now using his other hand to hold my waist, steadying me.
“Fuck you’re so wet,” he murmured in my ear as he slid one finger into me. I bit down on my moan, curling my toes. He kissed my cheek and removed his finger from inside me abruptly.
My eyes widened in shock. I was nearing my orgasm. “B-but,” I sputtered, my voice coming out whiny while he pushed me back a bit and then got up.
“I’m going to need you to bend over the couch,” he murmured, kissing my neck. “Now,” he added. I looked down and finally noticed the raging hard on he had. Even the shorts he had on could barely conceal the bulge.
I gulped, getting even more aroused. I had missed the feeling of having him inside of me. I needed him inside of me like I needed to breath. I turned around and bent over on the couch, arching my back. “Good girl,” he praised as he grabbed a handful of my hair. I heard the sound of his zipper and he parted my knees wider with his knees. The mix of a moan and a whimper left me and he chuckled. “So needy, huh?” He teased as he rubbed my back and then thrust into me all at once.
I moaned loudly, knowing fully well that there was no one who could hear us. And even if anyone could, I didn’t particularly care. I was savouring the filling of him stretching me out.
He thrust in once again, instantly hitting that sweet spot inside of me. My toes curled once again as he pulled on my hair, thrusting once again. He was going slow, but soon he picked up pace, slamming deep into me. I tried to push back to meet his thrusts but every thrust had my stomach slamming into the arm of the couch, leaving me breathless. He was fucking me hard, and fast. And that was exactly how I wanted it.
“Good girl,” he murmured as I moaned, my pussy clenching around his cock over and over again. I could feel myself nearing the edge. And it felt so fucking sweet. My eyes were rolling to the back of my head and I moved my hands around the couch, trying to find something to grab but I couldn’t find anything. Nothing at all.
My core tightened again, and I came hard on his cock, my whole body trembling then going lax.
He thrust into me one more time and then came deep inside of me. I clenched once again, whimpering. I loved it when he released inside of me.
Slowly, he slid out of me but I remained in the same position, barely having the strength to raise myself up. I could feel his hot semen sliding down my thighs. I looked back and saw him standing behind me, staring at me with searing eyes. In the blink of an eye, he had me in his arms, carrying me in bridal style. He didn’t care that I could get his clothes ruined. He just held me and kissed my forehead before taking me out of his office.
I was very exhausted and I could feel my eyes closing. I didn’t stay awake to see where he was carrying me to.