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Sophia’s POV

Ian had been working in his room for hours now and I was very bored. I wasn’t just bored though. I was horny and I needed him to fuck me.

I got up from the couch where I had been sitting for hours and walked up to his room, pushing the door open and walking into it.

He raised his head from the computer slightly and then focused once again on his computer.

“You’ve been working for hours,” I murmured as I closed the door behind us and walked up to him. I began massaging his shoulders and then I kissed him on the neck.

“I’m working, Soph,” he murmured although he paused.

“Yeah and you’ve been doing that for hours now. You need rest,” I told him.

He got up from the chair abruptly and turned to me.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded in a thick voice and I did just as he asked, going down on my knees without hesitation. There was no use pretending that I didn’t want this when I knew very well that this was that I wanted. I wanted him to fuck me hard. To fuck me through me mattress.

His hooded eyes were focused on me and I didn’t need him to tell me what I needed to do before I did it. I undid the lace of his joggers and pulled it down his thighs till it dropped on the floor. I took out his rock hard cock and put him in my mouth, my thighs tingling as I did that.

A groan escaped his lips and I rubbed my thighs together at the sound. He undid my hair from the bun and then fisted my hair, pushing himself deep into my mouth while he muttered, “Good girl.”

I gagged around his cock while he took control, fucking my mouth without mercy. I moaned and whimpered, my core tingling while he fucked my mouth.

I wanted him to take me to my feet and fuck my brains out. It didn’t take long for him to come in my mouth and I swallowed it eagerly.

“Get up,” he murmured roughly and I did just as he said. “Get on the bed,” he ordered and I did that, climbing onto the bed and spreading my legs wide for him.

“You’re soaking wet,” he noted, the side of his lips lifting up in a smirk as he took slow, predatory steps towards me. I spread my legs wider, wanting nothing more than for him to be inside of me. To fuck me hard.

Good lord.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet and turned on before in my life.

Only Ian could bring out all these parts of me.

He climbed the bed, crawling between my legs and pushing my legs even wider. He crawled on top of me, kissing my lips and then my neck, before his lips trailed down to my breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth and began to suck hard. I moaned, my hips lifting up the bed slightly while his cock dug into my stomach.

“Ian,” I moaned, wrapping my hands over his back but he removed my hands and pinned them both to the bed with one hand.

“Patience, sweetie,” He murmured, taking another nipple in his mouth and nibbing on it like that was what he needed to survive.

My stomach clenched and my pussy was throbbing now. I didn’t think I could last long if he kept teasing me like this. I just wanted him inside of me.

“Ian, please,” I whispered in a moan. I really couldn’t help it anymore. I needed the release.

“Patience, sweetie,” he repeated, kissing my head and then going down till his head was in the middle of my thighs. Without warning, he attacked my clit with frevor.

My hips rose from the bed as a strangled moan escaped my lips, my thighs trembling. He bit, nibbled and sucked on my clit while my thighs trembled hard in the process.

It didn’t take long before I came in his mouth, my stomach knotting in the process. He raised his head, his lips glistening with my juices while he had a satisfied smile on his face.

The took off his shirt without wasting time and raised my legs so that they were now on his shoulders. “gods. I’ve missed being inside of you,” he murmured as his cock nestled in my entrance and pushed through slowly.

I clenched instantly, my eye closing tight while he continued to slide inside of me. Fuck. This felt too good. When his cock was in fully, I whimpered at the size. I should have gotten uses to his size by now but I hadn’t. It always took about a minute to adjust to him fully and he knew it too, because he went still for a moment, letting me adjust fully to his size.

“Good girl,” he murmured when I raised my hips, pushing back against him.

“Ian,” I whimpered when he still didn’t move. It was like he was teasing me on purpose. Punishing me on purpose and I couldn’t understand why.

“Patience,” he murmured and began to roll his hips inside of me.

I moaned and whimpered at the slow pace. This wasn’t what I wanted. This wasn’t what I needed, and he knew it too. It was like he was doing this on purpose.

“Ian please,” I was begging now. I never ever thought I’d find myself begging a man to fuck me. But here I was, begging Ian like my life depended on it.

And maybe my life did depend on it.

“You can’t be patient, huh?” He murmured, putting one hand on my waist and pinning me down to the bed while he stared into my eyes. He began to pound into me instantly, the change of pace so sudden that a scream ripped off my throat.

“You like this?” He asked through hooded eyes as he pounded into me.

I nodded my head, finding it hard to talk because each time he slammed into me, he knocked the breath out of me and I found myself gasping for breath.

Tears welled up in my eyes as he pounded inside of me, hitting directly against my spot. He leaned down, kissing me on the lips and sliding his tongue into my mouth, playing with mine.

I moaned into his mouth and he flipped me over all of a sudden, his hand still pinning my waist bed while he pounded into me. I grabbed the sheets, my nails digging into it as I opened my mouth in a soundless moan while he knocked the breath out of me and brought me pleasure at the same time.

“You good?” He whispered in my ears.

I nodded my head rapidly, unable to form words.

“Good. Cum,” he ordered with a powerful thrust that stroked my spot harshly and I shattered around him instantly, breathing hard and fast while fisting the sheets.

“Good girl,” he praised as he continued pounding into my pussy through my orgasm. It didn’t take long for him to come too. He flipped me around when he was done and kissed my forehead.

“Good girl,” he muttered again and scooped me in his arms, making me melt in his chest while I still struggled to regulate my breathing. “I love you,” he murmured against my hair.

“And I love you more,” I replied exhaustedly, drifting off to sleep.

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