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I ran my fingers through his sandy brown hair, and he leaned into my touch. His hands moved to the sides of my panties and I lifted my hips so he could slide them down my legs. Tucking them into his pocket, Hayden gripped the back of my thighs and placed my legs over his shoulders. I’d never been so exposed or turned on in my life.
The entire time, he kept his eyes locked with mine as he blew small puffs of air against my wet center. He insisted on making eye contact, and it was intimate and almost reverent. I couldn’t move much, but I whined, and he finally took mercy on me. Hayden dove face first into my pussy and licked me in earnest.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, and the sound of the jukebox filtered through the locked door.
He growled against my pussy, and the vibrations rocketed through me, igniting a fire throughout my body. Licking and biting my clit, he pushed two thick fingers into my empty pussy, and I clenched around his digits.
“God damn, you’re tight,” he moaned, pumping his fingers into my drenched pussy while he battered my clit, pulling it between his pursed lips and biting down on the tip.
The orgasm blew through me and my body locked up as the euphoria filled every cell of my body.
“Oh, fuck!” I moaned loudly.
I gripped the back of his head and my feet curled in on themselves as he gripped my thighs tighter and worked me higher and higher. Finally, when the tremors slowed, he pulled his fingers from me and slid them into his glistening mouth.
He enthralled me as he gently placed my feet back on the floor. I panted into the room and he leaned over, pressing his thick length against my wet pussy as he gently kissed my mouth. I opened and could taste my musky release on his lips as I reached down and lowered the zipper of his pants.
Chapter 3
Hayden
The moment she walkedinto the bar, my cock swelled and pointed in her direction, telling me to stop looking for Miss Right Now and take Miss Right. That was almost three fucking years ago, and finally, I get to experience what I’ve fantasized about more times than made sense.
I watched her every time she came in, and even though I knew nothing about her besides her name, there was something about her that called to me. She was my personal siren, and I was powerless to stop the magnetic attraction to her.
I kissed her again, caressing one cheek as the button on my pants opened and my throbbing cock fell through the open zipper. Aubrey’s small hand reached out and gripped me firmly as I threw my head back while she stroked my length.
She was so much smaller than my six-foot-three, so I gripped her under the ass and easily pulled her to the edge of the couch. Her eyes grew wide with excitement as I pulled a condom from my pocket and sheathed myself. I needed to be buried balls deep in her. I needed to see if the attraction was purely in my mind or if it was as deep as I feared. Wanting her for so long was bordering on obsession.
I should take my time and get to know her, but hearing her talk about fucking a vibrator pushed all rational thought from my mind. That was the opening I had been waiting for, so I jumped in with both feet. I would get to know her better later, after I’ve released some of my pent-up desire for her.
Grabbing the base of my cock, I ran the head through her wet lips, gathering her wetness as she pulled up her shirt and unhooked her black bra in the front, exposing her firm breasts. She plucked at her nipples and I rubbed her clit as I slowly pushed into her. Her mouth dropped open, and I gripped her hips as she tried to pull back.
Her eyes grew wide, and she looked at me as my thick cock split her open. Her pouty lips parted and she groaned as I pushed deeper into her velvety walls.
“You’re huge,” she whispered, and the caveman inside beat on his chest.
