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to offset his pleasure. The scent of her arousal rushed through his nostrils, causing him to breathe even heavier through his mouth to fight off his rising climax. The sound of her screams echoing in the large foyer made him proud. And the act of his cock being drenched in her increasing moisture tensed his muscles.
    When her shouts of satisfaction turned into quiet whimpers, her pussy massaged his cock through her climax, and he slowed his thrusts. Sweat dripped off his nose and onto her back as she trembled beneath him. He waited her out, gave her the time to relish her blissful state, and continued to bite his lip to focus away from his hunger.
    Only a few seconds passed before she wiggled her hips and pushed against him, offering more. He ran his hand up her spine, then over her ribs and reached for her breast. He played with her nipples, tweaked them until they tightened into firmer buds.
    The feel of her breast heavy in his hand, and the way it seemed undeniably right to touch her, even how she squirmed into him, and how beautiful she looked, once again made his cock ache to blow. Her pussy seemed permanently clamped on his cock. Each thrust seemed more forced than the last.
    Pulling out of her, even if he cursed doing it, he positioned himself next to her. He ran his hand down her ass until he reached her slit. The tightness of her pussy when he inserted a finger indicated she was ripe and ready for another orgasm, just sitting there and waiting for him to gift it.
    He slid another finger inside her hot wetness and angled both against her G-spot. Her inner muscles squeezed at his fingers, and she gave a low moan as he rubbed against the sensitive area.
    When she whimpered in a near beg, he enjoyed the sound, almost as if she knew he could give her another orgasm. He liked that she thought he was capable, because in this regard, he was. Some men didn’t understand the G-spot, but luckily for Kyra, both of them excelled in everything they did. With his free hand firmly pressed against her bottom, he slid his fingers inside her hard and fast, in up and down movements. After two strokes, Kyra attempted to move away from him, but Smith wrapped an arm around her waist and pinned her to him.
    He continued pumping them inside of her, and Kyra screamed so loud that Smith’s cock throbbed in acknowledgment of the sexy sound. Wetness spread over his fingers and dripped down onto his palm. But he didn’t stop his determined thrusts until her voice had gone quiet.
    As he yanked his fingers out, she wobbled and whimpered, and he preferred seeing her that way. Blindfolded with his tie, unable to stand properly, cheeks flushed, and satisfied. Though he wasn’t nearly finished with her.
    He turned her to him, pushed her back against the staircase, and hooked one of her legs over his arm. He stared at her parted lips just under the blindfold and positioned his cock against her slick heat. Then he unleashed the strength behind his muscles onto her body.
    Right now, he didn’t care about her pleasure. He only cared about his. He fucked her how he wanted to—raw and dirty. Fast strokes slamming against her repeatedly, which sent all that lovely wetness of hers spreading out between them.
    He inhaled her feminine scent mixed with the rich musk of her arousal, and that’s all it took to send him over the edge. Heat rushed down his spine, carried into his sac, then coursed like flickers of flames into his groin. With a loud roar and a final thrust forward, his cum shot from his cock, leaving him jerking and bucking.
    By the time his mind returned to a state of coherent thought, he discovered he rested his forehead against hers and her deep pants sent warm breaths over his chin. Yet, the sound of a door closing brought his focus. He lowered her leg from his arm and backed away from her. “Stand there. Don’t remove the blindfold.”
    She straightened, her lips pressed into a firm line. “You’re not leaving me, right?”
    He smiled,