Page 80 of His Curvy Distraction

“So good,” I agreed. I withdrew until I was almost out, then eased back in, wanting to feel her entire body tighten around me again.

“Don’t hold back. Please.”

“Natalie?”

She looked up at me, her gaze glassy but determined. “Let me feel you, Omar. Don’t hide from me.”

Those words were so simple, so innocent, but not coming from her. She knew what she was asking me. She knew what it meant to me to be able to share my entire self with someone. And she was asking me to trust her. To let it be her.

I took one hand in mine and lifted our joined hands above her head. Her breast rose with her arm, perking up on one side. I grabbed her leg with my other hand, spreading her wider and holding her knee up and away from my body.

I sank in deeper, something I didn’t think was possible, but I did. My balls hit her body, and something inside me unleashed.

I stared into her eyes as I pounded into her body.

She looked back at me, taking it and encouraging it and moaning through it with each thrust. She lifted her hips to meet mine and squeezed her hand to tell me she was right there with me.

And when her body clenched my dick, when she shouted her orgasm, when she screamed and came and nearly broke my fingers, and when I followed her right over the edge, I knew the guys were right.

That damn app had a way of knowing something the rest of us would never be able to figure out. And I was damn happy I found it.

And Natalie.

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Natalie

Omar unleashed was otherworldly. It was magic and inspiration and eroticism all at once.

I’d never been fucked the way he fucked me. That was the only word I could think of for it. He didn’t hold back. He didn’t try to make things balanced or equal or resist his own pleasure for mine.

He just let loose. And it was so damn good.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, holding himself above me.

I enjoyed sex. I always had. Not every experience had been great, but overall, sex was fun for me.

That was so much more than sex. It was emotional and pleasurable and joyful. I felt a connection to him deeper than any other man I’d ever been with. And not just because he was deeper than any other man ever, but because he was Omar.

“Natalie?” he said, his voice lifting in tone and fear.

“I’m amazing,” I whispered. “I didn’t know it was possible to feel this good.”

“Are you sure?”

I looked up at him and cupped his chin with my free hand. “Your ex-wife was a fucking idiot.”

A laugh popped out of him, making all of him shake. Yes, even his cock, which set off another mini-orgasm inside me.

“Damn,” I breathed, trembling at the way he rubbed my body without even trying.

“I don’t mean this as an insult, but you were pretty easy to please.” He rolled off of me and sat on the side of the bed. The snap of rubber said he removed the condom, and the tissue he pulled from the box confirmed it. He went to the bathroom I hadn’t noticed before and disposed of the condom, then washed his hands.

“I’ve never come that easily before,” I confessed when he laid next to me. “It usually takes me a little while.”

“I never would have guessed that.”

“I think you’re good for my vagina.”

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