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“I feel like the obvious answer is that I’ve had a lot of practice, but if that turns you off, pretend I said something else instead.”

Her laughter is faint, almost like she barely has the energy for it. It makes my dick throb to see her so spent and vulnerable, all her defenses obliterated.

I hover the length of my body over hers and stare down into her eyes. My engorged cock lies heavy against her abdomen.

Sparks flicker in her irises, and her languid smile turns impish. “I hope that wasn’t the extent of your skills.”

“I hope you’re ready to come again.” I inch my cock into her post-orgasm tightness.

We both moan.

“Yeah, keep taking it just like that, beautiful. I’ve wanted to claim this pussy since the moment I met you.”

“Liar. You were being too nice to be thinking dirty thoughts when you met me.”

“Oh, I promise a man can be nice and dirty at the same time.”

“That’s good to know.” She rolls her body to switch our positions until she’s on top. “Because nice and dirty is exactly how I like it.”

“I think I already confirmed that.”

Her pussy gets wetter as she rides my dick. And her laugh is sexier than ever.

She’ll come again for me. And again, and again . . .

9

Darby

Five Stars, No Notes

“Comeon,baby.Youcan give me one more.” His coarse whisper tickles my ear and sends a shiver down my back. I appreciate his efforts, but I honestly don’t think I can come again. I’ve always been a one-time-only girl. And he’s definitely given me more than one. I don’t know what number we’re up to, but it’s my limit.

The whole-body exhaustion is real. My limbs are shaky. I don’t even know if I can lift my head off this pillow right now.

“I really can’t, Zane.”

“Let me try one more thing.”

“There are no more things left to try.” I throw my arms up, which depletes what was left of my strength. “You’ve used your mouth, your dick, your fingers in every hole—”

His kiss halts my crude list. And then he rolls on top of me and guides his dick into me for the third time. Oh, I see the real issue. He needs to come again. That’s fine. He can use me.

Hell, I’ll even try to stay awake for it. His body remains close to mine as he rolls his hips, never breaking our kiss.

Slowing things down and making it more intimate won’t make a difference for me, so I hope it really is his own satisfaction he’s aiming for here.

Damn, this is nice, though. Sex with him has been fun, but this is . . . dangerous territory, that’s what it is.

This is an attempt at making love, and that can’t be anything other than awkward and forced when there is no emotional attachment. It gets weird quick. We’re both old enough to know this.

It’ll just ruin the whole encounter.

But why does it feel so damn good with him? He slides his forearm under my shoulders, so he’s holding me now while he kisses me and keeps doing whatever it is we’re doing here.

His strokes are slow and deep, and I’m rocking up to meet them.

It’s cliché to say someone is a perfect fit, but fuck if I wouldn’t pay good money for a dildo molded in his image. He hits all the right spots. His dick just swelled again, and I’m pretty sure we’re both at max capacity now.

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