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He rubs his cock up and down my entrance, lubing himself even more with my own wetness. We lock eyes as he guides himself in.

One inch. Two.

“Oh God,” I pant.

At first it feels like he’s splitting me open. The pressure is immense. Blinding as it builds. When he’s all the way in, he stays there and doesn’t thrust. He flexes his cock, and I can feel it press in every direction.

It’s like a key has been inserted into me, and all the electricity in my stomach has been released. It tingles in my fingers and toes. Goes shuttling down my spine. He pulls back and thrusts. Again. Then again.

He starts to build speed.

He fucks me senseless for a minute, and then he brings my legs down and folds them like a pretzel, crisscross against my body. Then he puts one hand on the back of my head, fisting my hair, and places his other on my neck.

His face is inches away from mine as he starts to fuck me like this. The sound of sex builds until it’s sloppy and wet.

He pauses, his tip barely inside of me. “This little pussy… is mine.” He thrusts all the way in, and I see stars. They’re lavender and lemon yellow.

I let out a little laugh. It’s all I can do.

He pulls my head back so my neck is arched, and then he sets his lips on mine. We’re fucking so hard again that we can hardly kiss, but it doesn’t stop our lips from chewing madly on each other’s.

“You have such a tight cunt, snowflake.”

Hearing my pet name in bed feels dirty. Wrong in the best way. I shudder.

“You like getting fucked like this?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Like an animal?”

“Oh… yes.”

He goes harder until the world begins to blur, but it’s not from the speed of the sex. As I start to shake before I orgasm again, I realize from the tickle on my cheeks that I’m crying.

I never thought such a thing was possible. A part of me is almost angry I haven’t been fucked like this before. That I had to live decades on this earth oblivious to a world-bending lay.

The sound of flesh slapping on flesh is replaced with the gentle suction of a kiss. He kisses my tears and then returns with his salty lips to tenderly part mine.

“Make me come again,” I say and rub my hands through his hair. “Please, James.”

He laughs and flips me onto my stomach like a doll. Then he fits one strong arm between my thighs and the bed and yanks me up so my ass is in the air. “Your pussy’s going to hurt tomorrow.”

I look at him over my shoulder. “I fucking want it to,” I say challengingly.

I see a shift in his gaze. A shadow darkens his eyes at the sound of my challenge.

He wraps my hair around his fist several times so he has a firm grip and grunts as he pushes himself inside me.

There’s no pausing this time. He enters with emphasis and slams the full length of himself in.

I whimper, but James pays it no mind. He pulls out so just the tip is left in me and then slams inside again. Hard. The pressure is devastating. It sends shudders rocketing up my spine.

He does this faster and faster until his pace is vicious.

I’m extra sensitive after climaxing twice, and the third comes shockingly quick. I’m sure he can tell I’m coming from how I moan and shake, but he doesn’t slow.

He fucks me hard right through, and the orgasm doesn’t shuttle through me like a passing train.

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