His low chuckle only heightened her desire. “Don’t lie, baby. I want to give you everything you want.” He pulled his c**k out, withdrawing completely, leaving Saffi aching so badly she started to cry, tears running silently down her cheeks.
She needed his cock.
And he knew it.
“Tell me you want it.” His words played over her body, making her br**sts throb, her belly cramp, and her sex quiver.
“Tell me, Saffi.”
Her words came out a strangled whisper. “Make me come. Make them hear me---” Staffan took in her silent scream as he thrust his c**k inside her, his dick ramming into her again and again. There was no respite, no chance to breathe. All she could do was feel, letting Staffan absorb her moans and gasps because she just couldn’t think anymore.
Harder, harder, his thrusts hammering into her until she was shaking so badly she was limp against the wall.
Aaaaah!
Saffi’s nails scraped the bricks as Staffan’s fingers found her clit, pulling at it so hard there was no way for her to avoid falling into a sensual abyss. Her orgasm was cataclysmic, so dazzlingly beautiful that it left Saffi dazed and openmouthed.
Staffan…Staffan…Staffan…
It was all she could think of.
Behind her, Staffan tensed, and then he was biting her shoulder hard, his c**k pumping his seed into her, a furious rush of hot sticky cum that she wanted to taste because it was his.
The teenagers walked away.
They stayed there, breathing roughly.
Staffan twisted her around. They faced each other, her back resting against the wall as she raised her bare legs and locked them around his waist, his c**k sliding into her as their bodies came into contact once again.
Her head fell against the wall at the penetration, and she squeezed her eyes shut because the sensation was just too much.
Staffan’s head dipped, and he sucked on her nipple leisurely, sweetly.
Her hands found his hair, luxuriating in its softness. “Staffan,” she whispered.
He raised his head. “I know, baby.” His f**k-me eyes burned so brightly it made Saffi catch her breath.
Staffan cupped her breast possessively. “Mine, Saffi, all mine.” He pushed hard against her, and his semi-hard c**k pushed into her just as deeply, possessing her as well. “Like I’m all yours.”
His words stayed with Saffi throughout the night as she and Staffan went home to his pad, where they had spent the last two weekends.
Staffan stirred beside Saffi, pulling her towards him possessively. She obediently moved closer, loving the weight of his leg over hers, his c**k nestled against her bottom. “What are you thinking about?” he murmured sleepily.
“Nothing,” she whispered, moving her head up so he could slide his arm underneath. She settled back against the pillow of his arms, and it felt like she was home.
“Hopefully, not another lie.” Staffan was only half-joking.
She nodded.
He sighed even as his lips pressed against the back of her head. “Why don’t I believe you?”
Saffi closed her eyes. “I have no idea.”
She felt Staffan smile behind her. “Another lie,” he told her. “When will they be over, baby?”
Her stomach cramped, the answer to his question something that Saffi herself did not want to face.
Never.
As Staffan’s breathing eased, her phone beeped. Making sure that only her hand moved so as not to disturb Staffan in his sleep, Saffi checked her phone.
It was Steel.
We need to talk.
Her phone beeped again.
It was Jeremy.
We must talk.
She deleted their messages.
Just another day, she thought to herself. Just another day to make Staffan love her more.
Chapter Two
Miss you, baby.
Twitter: Crazy_4StarryEyed
Performance at this year’s VMA – check.
“We f**king rocked it!” Staffan’s head choreographer yelled, and the entire crew cheered, Staffan clapping along with the rest of them. He missed Saffi like crazy, but at this moment, the emptiness felt a little less bad. He and his crew had worked their butts off to get ready for tonight, and it had paid off, if the continuing screams from outside were any indication.
Beep, beep, beep.
A cacophony of sounds resonated in the room, their phones ringing at the same time, including Staffan’s. He smiled, knowing it was Saffi, probably sending them a congratulatory message. He checked his phone, and it was Saffi, sending them a video link titled ‘Congratulations’.
In seconds, screams, curses, and the sound of phones crashing to the ground filled the room.
“WHAT. THE. FUUUUUUCK?”
“OH MY GOOOOD!”
Staffan speed-dialed Saffi with fingers shaking from shock rather than fury, even though he would never admit to it.
Saffi answered right away, her soft giggles a sound that would normally have him smiling. Now it just made him grit his teeth, snarling, “What the f**k, Saffi?”
Saffi’s giggles turned into peals of laughter. “Did you guys like it? Congratulations! You were all awesome!” She had sent Staffan and the entire crew a link to a video, one that started with a cute scene of children bowing as if in gratitude, which then quickly segued into a terrifying in-your-face look of the witch from The Conjuring, followed by a dimly shot view of Annabelle – the real haunted doll, sitting on a blue-silver seat, one that looked distinctly like the ones in Staffan’s own private jet.
LET’S PLAY HIDE AND CLAP.
Saffi was still laughing.
Staffan switched the phone to loudspeaker. “Saffi,” he drawled in a clear ringing voice, making the room fall silent, “---wants to know what you guys think of the video.”
Saffi shut up.
There was a moment of silence before the entire crew exploded.
“You really had to make us see that! After forcing us all to watch The Conjuring with you---”
“And you had the boss rent out that entire cinema, so we had rows and rows of empty seats behind us---“
“I couldn’t pee on my own for f**k’s sake---”
He switched the loudspeaker off while his crew continued to rage. “Want to hear what else they have to say, koukla mou?” Staffan asked silkily.
“It was just a joke,” Saffi said weakly.
Static noise answered her. She heard a door closing in the background before Staffan’s voice came through the line, low and velvety. “Now I can hear your beautiful voice clearly.”
Saffi blushed. “Staffan.”
He chuckled. “How’s your family?”