Page 98 of Never Let You Go

The way she trusted me.

The way she felt fucking made for me.

The way our eyes locked in the window.

Even with her back to me, I felt it. The connection between us.

It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

She deserved more than just a quick fuck. I gave her that, and she gave back. Made me feel so powerful and lost at the same time.

And now, I want more.

I pull her into me, and she fits right into the crook of my arm, on my chest, soft and supple, one hand on my neck, the other on my opposite arm, trailing little circles.

She hitches one leg up on my middle and lets out a contented sigh when she feels my cock hardening.

Then her hand trails down, and she strokes me and makes some little purring sounds and writhes her body against mine.

I was going to take care of that sexy underwear she’s wearing, but instead, I flip her off of me and onto her back and grab another condom.

I lay on top of her, on my forearms so she can breathe, dig my face in her neck so I don’t drown in those big brown eyes, and in one thrust, I’m right where I belong.

Inside her.

I’m not gentle. I move the way I like it. I take. Rough. Hard. Unforgiving.

Hoping she’ll ask me to stop, so I get back to my senses.

“Ahhh, that’s so good,” she whispers in my ear. “Yes. Harder.”

Fuuuuck.

She wraps her legs around my hips and pulls me deeper into her, that lace thing she’s wearing scratching my skin, her breasts unbelievably soft above it.

She buckles under me and digs her nails in my back. “Oh my god. Ah. Aaaaah. Aaaaaah.”

Her pussy clenches around my cock, sucking me in, her walls contracting, pumping me. She milks me into a toe-curling orgasm that lasts forever, my heartbeat at its max, my arms shaking.

I just want to stay inside her. Burrow my face deeper in her neck and forget myself in her.

Instead, I pull out, take care of the condom, and fall next to her on the bed to catch my breath.

Before I can let my guard down again and pull her into me like I’m dying to, she slips out of the bed and shimmies to the bathroom.

She looks like a fucking porn star with her naked ass, garter and silk stockings, her bodice half off. I pull the sheets up to my waist and grab another condom.

When she comes back, after what feels like forever, her hair is fluffed just so, and her lips are pouty.

“Come here, beautiful.”

She gets on all fours and crawls to me on the bed, her hair falling to one side.

“Turn around.”

She sits, her back to me, and I slowly untie the ribbon holding that thing together.

I’m dying to rip it off her.

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