Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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Our mouths worked together, Hugo's arms roaming my body in all sorts of places.
God I feel so ecstatic.
Im feeling so much right now. I want to be touched. I want Hugo to touch me. Everywhere.
The tingly feeling down at my core has been going on for what feels like hours. I need to be touched. I crave it.
I desire it.
I have no care in the world right now.
Just for the man in front of me to touch me.
"Fuck, you're so fucking hot." He says into my mouth, and all I can let out is a needy whimper at his words.
I move my hands over his torso, moving them down slowly until I reach the button of his dress pants, tugging on the top of them, indicating to him that I need them off.
He ignores me though, and carries on working his tongue down my throat.
Then I feel his hand grip my leg under my knee, bringing it up against his side, then sliding his hand down my leg.
He reaches my thigh and carries on sliding his hand, making me tingle even more at hit touch.
Wait, I want this, right? With him?
Of course you do, Elodie. You need him to take care of that tingly feeling down there, make you feel good and pleasure you.
Am I sure of this? My thoughts are mushed, it's like I'm having a million different people in my mind, telling me a million different things to do.
I feel so sensual and turned on.
I think there's something dribbling down the inside of my thigh.
"I can't wait for my dick to be buried inside of your tight cunt."
I heard that correct, right? Or did I? Maybe it was just in my thoughts.
What did he say again?
I feel a hand go too close to where I want it to be.
And for a split couple of seconds, my mind goes back to normal, and I realise what's going on. "Hugo," I pant, as I feel him grip my panties, "We need to stop. I'm not in the right mind to be doing this. I don't want to-"
"Shut the fuck up and relax." Is all I hear before he lets go off my underwear, gripping my waist harshly, then flipping me around. I land on my stomach, my hands falling beside both sides of my head, onto the pillow.
I feel my dress get aggressively hiked up and then-
