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I already want to fuck her again.

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SOFIA

A muscular arm wrapping around my body rouses me from my sleep again. Reaching behind me, I am not surprised to find him hard. Pleased actually. Wrapping my fingers around his shaft, I lightly stroke his length until I hear him groan.

“Are you awake, sugar?”

“Yes,” he hisses through clenched teeth as my thumb massages his tip.

“Good. Because I want your cock in my throat.”

Tossing back the covers, I begin to climb from the bed with his cock firmly in my hand. With a wince, he scrambles to my side of the bed and climbs out behind me.

“Stand by the chair, feet wide.” I release his cock and grab a pillow as he takes his place. Dropping it between his feet, I slide my hands down his body and lower myself to my knees. Without hesitation, I drag my tongue along the underside of his cock from his base to his tip. With a quick circle of my tongue, I take him into my mouth.

I vigorously bob my head over the portion of his shaft that fits in my mouth. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck harder as I keep up my pace. Nearly pulling from him, I draw a deep breath and relax my throat. I take his length over my tongue, and I gag lightly when he hits the back of my throat. Staring up at him, I take the last few inches down my throat until my lips are pressed against the skin around his shaft.

I still for a moment to allow him to become familiar with what I am certain is an unfamiliar sensation. Sliding him from my throat, I suck in another breath before swallowing him down my throat again. Only this time I don’t pause. My hands dig into his hips as I force his thick length down my throat at a punishing pace for us both.

“God damn, Sofia,” he snarls as his hips flex against my face.

Saliva rolls down my chin when I quickly pull from him and replace my mouth with my hand. Stroking him at a swift pace, I stare up at him and snarl, “Don’t you dare fucking come. I plan to ride this thick beast when I’m done, and I am not even remotely interested in being fucked by a soft, spent cock.”

“Yes, Sofia.” He pushes out the words through gritted teeth.

“Good boy.” I slide his cock back into my mouth and down my throat before continuing to work my lips over the entirety of his shaft. Repeatedly swallowing him from tip to base, I press my fingers between my thighs and teasingly play with my clit. Arousal coats my fingers as my needy cunt drips in anticipation of taking his cock again.

“In the chair,” I command. My voice already hoarse from the punishing pace I took him down my throat. He quickly sits, and I walk toward him while working my fingers through my arousal. Turning my back to him, I situate myself between his thighs before gripping his cock and aligning him with my entrance.

Taking my time, I groan and my thighs tremble as I work all of him side of me. “You feel so fucking good stretching me out. You’re going to sit there and let me take what I want from you. Like the good boy you are, aren’t you?”

“Y…yes…” he groans his response as I begin circling my hips and grinding over his length.

“When I’m satisfied, you can come. But you do not come until I give you permission to.”

My hands firmly squeeze his muscular thighs, and I slide over his length as I grind against him.

This has to be the best fucking cock I’ve had in years.

I come hard and fast, my nails digging into the flesh of Gabriel’s thighs as I spasm against him. In turn, his fingers dig into the upholstered arms of the chair as he violently fights the need to unload inside of me.

“I can’t get enough of your cock.” I continue to work myself over his length. My head falls back as I relentlessly ride him, my body coursing with pure bliss.

Beneath me, Gabriel’s whole body is tense and trembling. Every muscle is painfully tight as he struggles not to come. His hips spasm, involuntarily reaching up to my cunt as he tries to seek his relief.

“One more.” I tear his tight grip from the arm of the chair. Leaning back against his trembling body, I continue to circle my hips. I press his fingers against where our bodies meet to coat them with my arousal before sliding his fingers over my clit. “One more, and I’ll give you permission to come.”

Gabriel’s fingers fervently strum over my clit in an unrelenting mission to bring me over the edge as quickly as possible. Grinding over his length and pushing against his touch, it only takes a few minutes for him to be successful. Holding his hand tight to my clit, I scream his name as I squeeze around him and ride out the euphoric wave.

“Such a good boy for me.” I lift my arms up and grip the back of the chair on each side of his head. “Now show me how badly you’ve been waiting to fill me with your cum.”

He immediately grips my legs and pulls them over his thighs so that I am straddling his lap. His arm wraps painfully tight around my waist, fingertips digging into my flesh as his other hand returns to my clit.

“I want to make you come.” His words a soft whisper against my neck. They are a stark contrast to the savage thrusts that begin driving into me from below. His fingers rub over my tender clit as he fucks me hard and fast. Wanting to make me come, but desperately needing to provide himself relief from my torture.

“Fuck, Gabe. I’m going to miss this big fucking cock of yours.”

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