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I increased the pressure as I sucked her clit mercilessly, drawing every ounce of her orgasm out of her. Her body started to go limp as I helped her down and onto my lap.

“I fucking love these crotchless panties,” I said, rubbing a finger along her pussy and smirking when she flinched from how sensitive she was.

“And I love this cock,” she answered, leaning back slightly as she lined herself up over it, hovering as I pulled it out of my boxer briefs.

She gave me a wicked grin before sinking down slowly, her pussy warm and wet as it wrapped around my dick.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip, still not used to the intense sensation of being inside her without any protection.

“Open your eyes,” she said softly, rubbing her hand across my jaw.

I did as she asked and found her watching me as she began riding my cock. Her hips swiveled in circles as she leaned back, allowing me full access to suck her nipples. I pulled one into my mouth, loving the way she moaned as she lowered a finger to rub her clit as she bounced harder.

I stood no chance of pacing myself with the image in front of me. Makayla was a force to be reckoned with on a good day, but her wearing this fucking lingerie as she fucked me was what destroyed me. I was on the verge of coming when she suddenly stopped and lifted herself off my cock.

Before I could ask what she was doing, she leaned over the side of the couch and put her ass up. I grinned as I climbed over and slid inside, loving how wet she was. Her pussy was tight as she gripped me, her ass bouncing as she met me thrust for thrust. I gripped her hips and gave it to her hard and deep, just the way she liked it.

I reached my hand down and rubbed her clit the way I knew she needed, grinning when I felt the first spasms as she cried out in pleasure. Her moan set me off as I shot ropes of hot cum deep inside her.

Thirty-Two

Makayla

“Merry Christmas,” Aidensaid as I rolled over and snuggled against his chest.

“Merry Christmas,” I replied with a grin.

My body was sore and achy but in the best way. Last night with Aiden had started full of passion and ended early this morning with our final love making session.

“What time are you going to your mom’s?”

“Around eleven. What time do you need to be at the bar?”

“Probably by four or five. I can let everyone know we’re running a little late.”

I lifted my face and looked at him, wondering how I got so lucky to wake up next to this perfect man on Christmas morning.

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