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Massive, his body is covered in tattoos, while his eyes show more than I have seen in him before.

He’s been waiting for this moment for some time and with more fervor than he let out. In a way, he brought me to a place where I can’t say no to him.

Yes is the given answer.

He walks toward me, and my eyes dip to his groin.

He’s sporting that semi again that gets me in trouble every time.

Without wasting his time, he rolls the sheets, covers, and blanket to the side and pulls my legs open.

A smirk tilts his lips, and a shiver goes through me.

He flicks off his towel with a short gesture, and his erection juts out while he slides onto the bed and lowers his head between my legs to lick away whatever wetness remained from our last fucking session.

Blood pools in my center, swelling my clit, and making me tingle. He moves his tongue and sucks on it, my legs trembling.

A slow move drags his mouth from my hole to my clit and then to my hole again.

He thrusts it inside me, and my shoulders push into the pillows.

“It feels good, doesn’t it,” he rasps. “But not as good as this.”

He runs his hand between my thighs before wedging himself in.

Hovering over my body, he slowly pushes his thick cock in.

Pulsations soar through me.

He props himself on his elbow, grabs my ass, lifts my butt cheek, and angles me toward him before giving me a hard thrust that makes me cry out.

He crashes his mouth onto mine, muffling my voice and sinking his teeth into my lip when my arms wind around his neck, and his thrusts keep coming.

Harsh, long, moving through my juices.

I could do this all day long with him. It's like I’ve done it wrong my entire life. Like I had to beg for years for what he’s given me in the past few minutes.

I wrap around him, my body perfect for him––I would’ve never thought something so big could fit in my body.

We kiss again, and I get this feeling that we are in for a long night. We might not spend the night here, but I don’t see us walking out the door anytime soon.

29

EWAN

This is notmy first rodeo.

I’ve had my share of women since I no longer had a steady woman in my life.

But this is the first time in a long while that I’m consumed by a deep hunger for someone.

She feels good. Smooth, soft, and strong when she needs to be, and she is just as famished.

She welcomes me, her pussy clenching around me, her legs quivering, her lips plump and juicy.

Glazed in fire, her eyes are fixed on me as she says no words, expecting me to be rough with her.

The taste between her legs has made me iron hard, and I can’t get enough of rocking my hips and giving myself the pleasure that I crave.

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