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He grasped my hips and suddenly thrust his pelvis upward, shocking me with a pleasurable jab. My eyes flew open and my mouth stretched into a wide smile.

He did it again and again. I let him adjust my body and the momentum of my ride, which was quickly becoming more fervent and uncontrollable. And I couldn’t get enough. I rocked my hips, faster and faster, until Carter stopped.

“You’re done?”

“No way. I’m just beginning.”

He lifted me off him and motioned me to get off the couch so that I could kneel on the floor. His hand pressed to my upper back, guiding my chest forward so that I’d lie down, with my ass sticking out. I felt his cock rub down my ass crack, and I felt relieved that I’d waxed that area.

I leaned my head against a pillow and met his satisfied expression from the side. He was concentrating on me and only me as he guided himself back inside me. I closed my eyes, relishing this new feeling I couldn’t get enough of: him within me.

Carter started off slow, but it didn’t take long until he was pounding into me. Skin against skin, a loud slap of his balls against my pussy with each thrust that ignited my awareness of him filling me. But when I felt him slowly drag his finger down between my ass cheeks, I lost it, sticking my bum even higher, eager and excited to see what he’d do next. I opened my eyes. Before reaching my puckered hole, he put his finger in his mouth, then stretched my cheeks apart, all the while moving back and forth. I saw the drip of saliva leave his lips and in slow motion fall down to my ass, right in the middle. I was ready to come right then, but didn’t want to.

His finger spread the moisture, slowly rimming around the tightness, making me squirm.

“Molly, I want to put my finger in your ass. Is that okay?” I nodded and gasped at the immediate fullness I felt as he entered. He stopped his thrusts for a moment.

“It’s just a pinkie. We’ll leave it at that for today.”

That was just a pinkie?

I felt him move in and out of my ass, the initial burn of the stretch easing, my backside slowly adjusting and tilting eagerly for more, opening up for him. As soon as he sensed my need, his hips began moving, his dick in my pussy and finger in my ass.

Just when I thought that would be enough, his other hand curved around my belly to my front and ventured to my folds, spreading apart my lips.

“Oh, my God!” I screamed. I wanted him to touch me higher, right on the top, but he didn’t.

“Not yet, honey. Soon.”

He teased me and played with me until I could barely hold on. My senses were overloaded with pleasure as my body was pressed harder into the couch with each pounce and I couldn’t hold on any longer. I convulsed underneath him, shaking as he finally touched my clit. He stilled inside of me, continuing the circular motion of his fingers, pulling every last vibration of my orgasm out of me while kissing my shoulders and my back, and finally stopped.

He withdrew slowly, and I just lay there. Carter must have gone to the bathroom to get a wet towel, because I felt him wipe me from the back. He lifted me and carried me back to my bedroom, or a bedroom that had recently become ours.

“I can now confirm that living here is much better than with Jo.”

I chuckled and closed my eyes for what I thought was a moment, when in fact I must have fallen asleep. When I opened them, Carter was lying beside me, smoothing the top of my hair, watching me with a smile on his face.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi.”

“Was that what you expected?”

“No. It was way more. Way better.”

“Good. Do you want it again?”

“Yes, but I think I’m too sore to move.”

He laughed, then winked. “Okay, so a break until evening, then.”

I so badly wanted my body to be ready for tonight that it pained me. “Yes, to this evening.”

Carter stretched his arms above his head, yawning. “You know what we need in here? A fire pole.”

Was he trying to turn my bedroom into a firehouse? “Why? To slide down from the second floor? I’d have to rent that apartment as well.”

“No, so that you can dance for me.”

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