Nolan woke up slowly, the sensation of two warm, soft bodies pressed against him bringing a comfort that almost lulled him back to sleep.
He was lying on his back with his arms outstretched, and on each side, a woman clung to him with a strength that felt possessive.
To his left, Eliza lay on her side, her face resting on his chest, her long black hair sprawled across the bed.
Her arm was draped over his torso, and her legs were entwined with his, as if she didn't want him to move an inch.
She was completely naked, and the satisfied smile on her face suggested that the previous night had been incredible. A trace of the man's thick cum could still be seen escaping from her.
To his right, Linda lay on her stomach, her face turned toward him, her lips slightly parted, and an arm wrapped around his waist. Her enormous breasts pressed against his side, and her outstretched legs covered part of his thighs.
Her body was strewn with hickeys and traces of their wild night, showing the particular attention he'd given her breasts.
It was indeed a beautiful scene, but Nolan couldn't admire it for long, as the apartment doorbell rang, breaking the morning silence and shattering the room's tranquility.
Nolan sighed, trying to move without waking them, but the two seemed determined to keep him trapped.
With some effort, he managed to disentangle himself from them. He grabbed a pair of jeans on the floor and quickly pulled them on.
As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted by Ana, who looked at him with a mix of concern and insecurity. Her long blonde hair was slightly disheveled, and her eyes seemed hesitant.
"Why didn't you talk to me yesterday?" she asked, crossing her arms and pouting. "Did I do something wrong?"
Nolan paused for a moment, observing her. Then he sighed, recalling that he had indeed forgotten to reply to her messages the previous day.
He hadn't expected the girl to be so needy in this way, but given her personality, it wasn't entirely surprising.
"I forgot," he admitted in a neutral tone, without rudeness. "I was busy…" He left it at that, the truth being that he had spent the day chatting with Rachel, then met up with Saphira, and afterward spent the rest of his time with her two daughters.
But he had no intention of admitting that, and before Ana could question his statement or overthink it, the boy decided to handle it the way he knew best.
He had always been someone who enjoyed dating multiple women and knew how they got irritated when they didn't receive attention. In such cases, the best solution was to overwhelm the girl with so much attention that she'd forget to complain.
Nolan silenced any thoughts Ana might have had with a passionate, sensual kiss that left her burning with desire.
"Come with me," he said, grabbing her arm firmly. Immediately, the girl grew aroused by being handled that way.
Nolan led the way, pulling his needy lover toward the building's staircase. Ana followed without protest, her mind clouding with arousal as her body responded, her excitement growing evident.
When they reached the stairs, Nolan forcefully pushed the girl against the wall, his body pressing close to hers so she could feel his heat.
"Wait, what are you going to do?" Ana asked, her eyes widening slightly as arousal took over, filling her with perverse ideas.
"I think we could have a little fun," Nolan replied in a firm tone that left no room for questions.
Before Ana could respond, Nolan grabbed her roughly, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that wasn't gentle or hesitant, but brutal and dominating.
Ana, surprised at first, quickly surrendered, her arms wrapping around his neck in a mix of submission and desire. She kissed him back with equal passion, trying to stifle her moans.
Nolan's hands slid down her waist with a firmness that nearly made her lose her balance before pulling her even closer.
Ana let out a soft moan against his lips, and Nolan took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth with possessive hunger.
"Nolan..." Ana whispered, his name slipping from her lips like a silent plea, begging for more.
He didn't respond with words. Instead, his hands moved up to the neckline of her dress, his fingers gripping the fabric tightly enough to nearly tear it.
Ana arched into him, allowing him to explore further. Then he yanked the neckline down, exposing her breasts, and squeezed one with enough force to make Ana moan loudly, a mix of pain and pleasure.
Nolan then kissed her lips again, trailing down with kisses that were more like bites than caresses.
Ana trembled under his touch, her fingers tangling in his hair as he continued exploring her body with near-brutal intensity.
Nolan slid one hand lower, finding the barrier of her skirt. He wasted no time, his hands moved beneath the fabric, gripping her thighs with enough force to leave marks.
Ana let out a muffled moan but did nothing to stop him. On the contrary, she seemed eager for more.
"Nolan, we... we're on the stairs," Ana whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure and hesitation, but also excitement.
"So?" he growled, his voice rough with desire. "Do you want me to stop?"
Ana shook her head, her eyes filled with submission and need. Nolan needed no further encouragement. His fingers found the heat between her legs, and he touched her with an intensity that made Ana arch her back, a moan escaping her lips.
"But are you sure it's okay to do this here? What if someone walks by?" the blonde still asked.
"Yes, they might. That's why we need to be quick," he delivered a sharp slap to her ass, making her moan loudly. "Hurry up."
A soft whimper escaped the girl's lips, and soon Ana was arching her back for him, looking even more excited than before. She really was a perverted woman.
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