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His hand catches my cheek, letting me rest my weak head in his palm, cradling it between my head and my shoulder.
His fingers curl around the back of my neck. Our pace slows down, and his jaw becomes tight and starts to look prominent.
Every moan and cry of mine were seconds apart and forcing themselves out of me.
“Mm, you sound like an angel. Let it out, just like that.Justfor me.”
I am never going to look at another man ever again after this.
“I love you,” I whine.
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My body rises and presses against his as he swings us around.
After blinking a few times, he had me on my back, right on the bench, wrapping my thighs around him. His dick never left—
he made sure of it. He was hanging over me now, breathing like a goddamn gorilla. He rushes his fingers through his hair, dropping closer to me and kissing my shoulder. I wrap my arms around his neck, and his chain drags along my chest.
“I loveyou.” his voice was hoarse now and tired.
Just like his morning voice. Myfavorite.
Slipping out of my dripping wet pussy, he takes his cock in his hand, stroking it.
“Wet as fuck…” he says almost indistinctly as he stares between my spread-open legs, nearly drooling at the sight.
He holds the tip against my clit, rubbing it around like he knows the key to making my cum, flicking it faster. My thighs tighten, struggling to stay open as I cover my mouth, crying out beneath my fingers.
“No, no—I’m gonna cumsohard!” I scream.
My warning was too late. I was squirting like a hose—and it was getting all over him.
“Yeah,” he chuckles, “That’s the whole point, remember?”
he says, making me suffer with amusement. Asshole. Using myowntactics on me.
Grabbing my ankles, he throws them over his shoulders, pressing my thighs into my stomach with a perverse look in his eyes, burning a hole in me with it. With no words, his dick was making its way inside me again, and he was pounding his hips against me—again. I was a complete wreck and shaking mindlessly already.Please, Josh.
“I-It’s so big—I can’t,” I reach down between our legs, but he grabs my wrist.
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I was telling a bald-faced lie, and I didn’t want him to stop.
It’s enormous. I’m tight as all living hell, but he better not fucking stop. His other hand grasps my thigh, squeezing it,
“Your pussy is mine right now. Hands off.” He lays my hands on my stomach, pushing my thighs closer to me, thrusting harder.
I listen to directions, laying there and taking it, listening to him moan into my chest with each stroke inside of me.
Every one of my toes was curling so hard they were probably cramping, but the hell if I knew. My legs were starting to resemble a baby deer, unable to stay straight, shaking like a leaf between us. Throbbing, my pussy starts to clench all around him, leading him to look up at me, kissing my stomach, slinking up to my eyesight, and pushing my legs back down to his sides. He propels his hips into mine, pausing between each movement, inspecting my sweat-ridden face.
My bottom lip quivers, watching him doing me like it was so easy for him.
