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I’m going to come.

She’s that good.

She knows how to fucking take a man’s cock, and it both sends pleasure shooting through me and an irrational jealousy.

I look down, dropping one hand to her lips, to smudge the lipstick on her face, on my cock—more than it already is. “So fucking good,” I hiss. “Fuck, you’re a goddess. Do it harder.”

But as I say the words, I take hold of her head and start to use her like her mouth is a cunt. I need to have that control of this.

And I have to keep my thoughts dancing to stop coming too soon.

That’s the problem with phenomenal, there’s the urge to race over the hill and into the orgasm and the need to stay and savor every moment of the blooming build up.

She looks so fucking good on her knees, doing as I want, so I use her, pushing deep and rough into the back of her mouth. I suck in a breath. “That hum, do it more, and suck as I pull out. Do it.”

She does.

She’s a one-woman symphony with my cock as her instrument.

I slow as it builds too much, then I begin to take, slamming deep, my balls slapping her chin, the drool from this position dribbling like cum from the sides of her mouth, lubricating the slide into her even more.

Fuck. Fuck. I’m not going to be able to hold it.

With a roar, I take handfuls of her hair and fuck the shit out of her mouth, and then my balls go so tight a lightning bolt of pleasure hits my spine and spreads through me before shooting up my cock.

I pull her in, burying myself in her until she starts to struggle and I come. Hard. Down her throat.

My cock jerks and spurts the hot cum, and as she swallows, I almost lose it because she works the tip. I have to drag her up.

I spin, slamming her into the door as I kiss her hard.

It’s an open-mouthed, smutty kiss, full of sex, me. And she kisses me back like she needs more, like something broke in her, and then she grabs my face and kisses me even harder.

It’s dark and wild, and I don’t even care that she got free.

The kiss is so sexual, I’m hard again.

She walks me back until we hit the bed, and she gets on me, her hands shaking as she grabs my cock and sinks down on it.

“Fuck you,” Jess says and bites my lip, hard enough I taste the copper warmth of blood.

I really don’t care because her hands are on my throat, the ripped material trailing, and she rides me hard and fast until she comes. Her whole body spasms.

I want to come again, but I’m not there yet, and I grab the chain of the leash and tie it to the headboard. Then, I push her onto her back, lifting her skirt up, ripping the dress to expose her.

Thumbing over her nipples, I take her in. She’s breathing hard, her nipples are rock hard, her cunt red and wet, and I lean in to kiss her.

This time soft and slow and taking my time, seducing her when she wants to fight. At first, she goes to shove me away, but her hands take my face and she gives me a look that breaks my heart.

Jess makes a sound and then kisses me back.

I don’t know how long we stay lost in that little suspended cocoon, but I break it and kiss her, tasting her flesh as I go down over her collar bone, over the soft flesh of her tits to each nipple to suck and pull on them.

Then, I kiss a path over her tattoos, taking my time until I reach her cunt.

When I’m there, I lick her clean, sucking on her, using my mouth to build her up, close to orgasm.

Now that I’ve got her, I know what I want, what I need, and as she starts to lift to me, I rise and dip into her, smoothing her ass with her fluids.

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