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“Mmm, why haven’t we tried this sooner?” Rook murmured. She rolled her hips against his pelvis, feeling him twitch deep inside her.
“Because you’ve never been the most patient person, I didn’t think it would be something you’d go for.” Emmrich groaned softly. He folded his arms over his face. “You know, the whole point of this is to perform some other mundane task whilst connected. Oh, and to not move.”
Rook made a face even though he couldn’t see her. She stilled her hips…before rocking against him once more.
“I can’t help it. I love when you’re inside me.”
At that point, the dark-grey hairs at the base of his cock were soaking wet from the fluid dripping from her cunt down his shaft. She really couldn’t help herself—he turned her on in a way her past lovers just hadn’t.
“My dear,” Emmrich said—though it came out more like a grunt, “I have to ask that you stop clenching so much.”
She pressed one hand against his chest, running her fingers through the fine hair. “If you won’t let me move my body, this is the next best thing. Deal with it.”
Rook really did try her best not to move. He’d seemed intrigued enough to suggest trying it, and she never said “no” when it came to sitting on his cock. She gasped when his hands grabbed her hips and held her firmly in place.
“Don’t. Move.”
She froze—and involuntarily squeezed around his cock again.
“Maker,” Emmrich groaned. “What did I say?”
“Unfortunately you got all assertive ,” Rook explained, “so now I need you to fuck me until I can’t hold a single thought in my head.”
Emmrich let out a soft sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Alright, love. How do you need it tonight?”