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We were catching our breaths as he is currently inside of me. I held the sheets of the bed tightly and held in all the pain and pleasure I'm feeling. He is sweating profusely as he is exerting force in thursting his thing inside of me with rush, deep, and fast movements. He slapped my butt playfully while still moving his body against mine.
"Ugh, Don't ever stop. Yeah." I moaned while I held onto his back tightly, and I could feel my nails digging into his skin.
"Shit, ugh. You're so tight. Fuck!" He cussed while still pushing and pulling his manhood. It felt so good and I couldn't help myself but keep on moaning as I tried to keep up with his pace, moving my body in sync with his.
"Shit, Shealeigh! Your making me crazy, fuck!" He cursed again and moved even faster than before, lifting my left thigh while licking and sucking it as he continued to move swiftly.
"Ugh, Lysander. De-deeper please." I pleaded with him, my eyes popping with pain and pleasure.
He stopped kissing and sucking my thighs and leaned closer to me whil still thrusting and reach for my lips. He kissed me hungrily and forcefully while constantly biting my lower lip. I moaned so hard when his movements became even more faster than before. Shit, this was the most intense feeling I had ever encountered in my life.
As we reached our climax, his body fell onto mine, "Thank you, Shealeigh. For always satisfying my needs " He said while catching for his breath. "Thanks again, for agreeing this agreement. By becoming my mistress."
Yeah, you read it right. I'm Lysander Greyson's mistress. For him I am just a toy to pleasure himself. But I am not just any other ordinary Mistress, as I don't particularly love the man.
⚠️ WARNING ⚠️
⚠️ MOST CHAPTERS CONTAIN EXPLICIT SCENES, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK⚠️
⚠️ YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED ⚠️
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