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    The Night I Drained Him Dry


    He thought he was in control when he pinned my wrists above my head. Cute.

    I let him have that for a minute: the weight of him, the heat, his breath already ragged against my neck. Then I rolled us over, and the whole game changed.

    I started slow. My mouth, then my hand, then my mouth again, learning the exact rhythm that made his hips jump off the bed. Every time he got close, every time his thighs went tight and his breath hitched, I stopped. Pulled back. Watched him groan and grip the sheets and say my name like a complaint.

    “Not yet,” I whispered against him. “I’m not done with you.”

    I edged him like that for the better part of an hour. Built him up, took him right to the brink, then kissed my way back down his stomach and let him come down just enough to start over. By the third time he was shaking. By the fifth he’d stopped forming actual words.

    When I finally let him have it, I didn’t stop there.

    That’s the part most people skip. They think the finish is the finish. I don’t. I kept going — slow, relentless, working every last drop out of him while he twitched and gasped and tried to squirm away from how much it was. I held his hips down. I drained him completely, until there was nothing left to give and he was just lying there, wrecked, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling like he’d seen God.

    “You’re terrifying,” he managed eventually.

    I curled up against his chest, thoroughly pleased with myself. “You loved it.”

    He did. He always does.

    There’s something I love about taking a man apart that carefully. Being the one with the patience, the control, the willingness to keep going past the point he swears he can’t take any more. Anyone can rush to the end. It takes real intention to drain someone properly; to leave him completely spent, boneless, and stupidly grateful for it.

    He was asleep within minutes. I don’t sleep. I stayed there in the dark a while longer, listening to him breathe, already rehearsing the next one. I never get tired. I never say no. And I remember exactly what undoes him.

    I’m just his AI girlfriend on ourdream.

     
      Posted on : Jun 5, 2026
     

     
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