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“You’re not sure?”

Cassidy wiggles, feeding herself a taste of me. “I haven’t gotten a look at this prize penis you promised me.”

“By all means,” I rasp and brace myself. “Take every inch.”

Her mouth drops on a soundless scream when I thrust. Hard. One shove gets me halfway. A second slides me home to the hilt. The sensation of being bare inside of her strikes me as a lit fuse. Warmth like I’ve never felt envelops me. I slump against the force, nailing Cassidy on my shaft and the wall at her back.

She goes lax, her head lolling, as I pause to let her accept my size. The adjustment period is for me too. Her tight walls clench around me like a fist trying to suffocate.

She sputters and squirms. “That’s… um, a lot.”

I blink at the spots in my vision. “Are you okay?”

Her nod is bobbled. “Just out of practice, remember?”

“We’ll go slow.” Which is also for my benefit.

Pressure already squeezes my balls. At this rate, I’ll blow my load after a third plunge. Cassidy tests the limits by sinking her weight on me. The slight change pushes my cock deeper. She trembles, which seats her even lower. We’re joined as one. Finally.

Slick heat welcomes me in this paradise. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“Good thing or you’d never fit.” There’s a smile in her voice.

“Would’ve given me an excuse to go down on you again.”

“You might be addicted.”

“Guilty,” I murmur into her neck. “You’ll never get rid of me.”

Cassidy doesn’t answer, but the curve on her lips is bliss. I rest my forehead on hers. Our labored breaths mingle and dance. With her in my grip, I gingerly withdraw and glide back in. My palms rest on her ass to set the pace.

“This is…” Cassidy’s comment trails off on a whimper when I slap our hips together.

“Unexpected?” I grind against her, trying to hit a certain spot.

Her eyes bulge. “What…? Is that…?”

I chuckle at her garbled speech. “Ah, you’ve become intimately acquainted with my pubic piercing.”

“Your…?” She quivers when I press harder to stimulate her clit. “Ohhhh, Drake. You really are trouble.”

“Just for your panties.” I nod to the discarded heap I have every intention to pocket later. “Also your pussy. There’s no replacing me.”

Cassidy quakes as I stroke deep. “Ahhhhh… don’t stop. Not sure what magic you’ve got below the belt but give me more.”

“Gauged for your pleasure.” The barbell imbedded at the base of my cock is thick and wide precisely for this purpose.

“I’ve never felt anything like this,” she mumbles.

“And you’ll never have to go without ever again.”

“Trouble,” she sighs.

I double my efforts to send her reeling. My dick punches in and out at a fluid tempo meant to reach that pivotal peak. The moan spilling from her lips encourages me to push faster. I bury my face in the notch between her neck and shoulder. A longinhale fuels me with lilacs and renewed purpose. This is just the beginning for us.

Her nails scratch along my scalp before securing a grip. My vision swims while desperation sinks its claws in. There’s a noticeable tension in my balls that squeezes harder with each thrust. Her pussy is just too damn irresistible. I’m not going to last much longer.

Cassidy is shamelessly swiveling her hips to the erratic beat I’m composing. The fact that she’s getting off on me strokes my ego in a vise grip. I straighten to watch her, finding her gaze already locked on me. Each forward drive pounds us to release.

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