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  “Touch... touch my clit,” she gasped. “I’m so close.”

  “Go ahead,” he said, releasing her arms. “You do it.” Opal obeyed. The tension that had been building since the moment he entered her tent detonated. Her pussy clenched, rippling up and down his shaft, sending echoes through all the muscles of her body. Short, guttural sounds boiled up in her throat.

  Only after the spasms passed did she realize that he hadn’t come.

  He wasn’t done.

  Pholus picked her up, turned her around, and set her down on her seat. He knelt before her, his heavy member glistening with her juices. “I think I like it better this way.” His voice was thick with desire. “I want to see your face.” His gaze boring into hers he pushed forwards in a single motion. He spared no exertion, thrusting powerfully, pulling himself into her with his hands on the seat’s wide armrests.

  Opal caressed the powerful, bunched muscles of his chest and shoulders, and felt the thin sheen of sweat under her fingers. As much as she wanted to close her eyes and arch her back, as much as she wanted to thrash with pleasure, she controlled herself and matched his gaze with her own. More than anything she wanted to return the pleasure she had gotten from him in kind. “I love you.”

  He had no answer for her. He convulsed, throwing back his head in an atavistic roar. His cock found her deepest center and flooded her with cum. When his gaze found hers again, his expression was warm and languid.

  “I love you too, my treasure.”

  About the Author

  Nobilis cares for a disabled spouse, two children, and two cats. A background in defense research and software engineering has been of no use at all in launching a writing career.