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The sensations overwhelmed\u2014his cock stretching me, the sharp stings blending into ecstasy, his possessive claims echoing in my ears. I felt him swell inside, close to the edge. “Come with me,” he de- manded, fingers working me expertly while he hammered in. “Now, Chloe\u2014let go.” The climax built like a wave, crashing over us both. I cried out, muffled against the couch, body convulsing as pleasure exploded, milking him tight.<\/p>\n

He groaned deep, burying himself to the hilt, spilling hot inside me with shuddering pulses. We rode it out together, his hands roaming\u2014slapping my ass one last time, then gripping my breasts as he emptied everything, bodies locked in that final, trembling release. We collapsed onto the couch, spent and tangled, his weight a comforting press. The room spun slowly, aftershocks humming through us.<\/p>\n

He pulled me close, lips brushing my ear. “See? You’re stuck with me.” I smiled, exhausted but content, the fears fading for now in the warmth of his arms. OceanofPDF.com Chloe I stared at the flashing red number on my phone screen\u2014four million followers, and my inbox was drowning in partnership offers.<\/p>\n

My stomach twisted with a nauseating cocktail of excitement and dread. Overnight, an invisible hand had yanked me out of the mud and hurled me into the spotlight. And with it came trouble\u2014the kind that shattered any hope of peace. I was taking Leo out for ice cream when we had to stop at the community gate. Two plainclothes men with press badges were blocking the en- trance, waving recorders and cameras at Mrs. Martha as she re- turned from grocery shopping. They swarmed her like flies.<\/p>\n

“Hey, lady, we’re from the New York Post. That blonde woman on the second floor\u2014did she really marry a carpenter?” “Word is he’s got a violent streak. Ever hear any fighting upstairs?” “Or strange noises? Screaming, maybe?” “Just give us something exclusive, and this five hundred bucks is yours.” One of them actually pulled out a wad of cash and tried to shove it into Mrs. Martha’s apron pocket.<\/p>\n

The sleazy, coaxing tone made my skin crawl. My palms went clammy. I wanted to run down there and stop them, but I was terrified of being swallowed by more camera flashes. Mrs. Martha didn’t take the money.<\/p>\n

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“\u2026So this is your so-called ‘expertise,’ carpenter?” I was on my fours on the bed, fingers clenched so tightly around the rumpled sheets that my knuckles had gone white. Behind me, Raphael drove into me like a beast that had forgotten the meaning of restraint, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the narrow room. That thick, scorching cock buried itself almost to the hilt with every thrust, stretching every inch of my tight walls until the over- whelming fullness made my soul feel ready to leave my body.<\/p>\n

Yet I still gritted my teeth, twisted my head in the brief pauses between the storm of his pounding, and glared at him defiantly. “Are you trying to fix me, or tear me apart?” The room still carried the musty smell of mold and the dampness of the downpour outside, but by now it was drowned beneath the heavier scent of sweat and sex.<\/p>\n

Raphael’s rhythm faltered for a heartbeat at my words. He loomed above me, those dark gray eyes gleaming like something fer- al in the shadows. A bead of sweat slid down the sharp bridge of his nose and landed on the small of my back, burning hot. “Shut up, Chloe.” His voice was gravel-rough, laced with dangerous warning.<\/p>\n

The next instant\u2014crack\u2014a sharp slap landed across my swaying ass, his calloused palm leaving a stinging pink bloom on pale skin. “Hss\u2014!” I sucked in a breath, but my body betrayed me, clench- ing tighter around him in honest response. “Since you think that was ‘impatience’\u2026” He leaned down, chest pressing against my back, that brutal length grinding deliberately against the swollen little spot inside me. His lips brushed my ear, breath scalding as he whispered, “Then let me show you what real ‘polishing’ feels like.<\/p>\n

I’ll open you up bit by bit until you take every inch of me and cry for mercy.” “Mercy? Dream on\u2026” I bit my lip, meeting his gaze through the haze of pleasure, and deliberately squeezed my inner walls around the pulsing veins of him. “Unless you can prove that ‘chisel’ of yours is stronger than my mouth. When I had you down my throat earlier, you nearly lost it\u2026 What’s wrong? Can’t keep up now?” “Goddamn it, that mouth of yours is lethal,” Raphael growled, the curse sounding almost like an endearment.<\/p>\n

He seized my hips in a bruising grip and stopped holding back. “Since the one up top knows how to eat so well, let’s not leave the one down here idle. Open up\u2014swallow me.” He snarled the command and snapped his hips forward like a pile driver, each thrust slamming me into the mattress, his heavy sac slapping obscenely against me. “Ah\u2014too deep\u2014Raphael!”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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