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“I want to see you so badly,” he groaned in my ear. “I want to feel your pussy against my cock.”
“You almost can—”
His mouth took mine, his tongue swiping with the same rhythm as his thrusts across me.
“I want you,” he breathed against my lips. “I can’t pretend I don’t. I want to fuck you. This isn’t enough.”
Too desperate to care about our ruling, too sure he was as caught up in it as I was, I lifted my panties and covered his cock so that he thrust against my folds directly onto my clit.
He startled, but I grabbed his shoulders and kept him close. “They’re not off.”
“Oh Dio, sì.”Oh god, yes.
That smooth slide over my slit, having his skin on mine… fuck. I was bucking my hips, pulling him down on top of me, closing my eyes and treasuring the moment. With his cock restrained by my knickers, he no longer used his hands to aim his thrusts but instead gripped my neck, squeezed my tits, and pinched my nipples as our breaths quickened together.
This felt like fucking.
And yet I was painfully empty, my pulsing pussy unable to latch on to anything and aching without him.
“How?” he panted, shaking his head in disbelief.
“I don’t… know.”
The slick, slow slide of his cock, the length of his tease as he ran over me from the head of his cock to his balls… I didn’t know how it was this good either.
“My cock has never been so hard,” he groaned. “Or so wet. Never.”
“Do you think you could come like—”
“Yes.” Both hands in my hair, he lowered, so I felt the full weight of him as his thrusts picked up. “Yes.”
There were no more words between us, just whimpers and moans as he held me in place, having his way with me, his hands so strong as he pulled at the root of my hair, making me succumb to him.
There was no making.
I was willing.
He fucked like he raced; fast, languid, thoughtful.
And when he kissed me again, I came.
Again and again.
Was this normal? It didn’t seem normal. Maybe it was because I hadn’t had sex, or anything like this, in years.
Nope. I’d never had anything like this.
“Come,” I begged. “Come in my panties. Fill them up.”
A choked grunt filled my mouth as he jerked and came, spilling all over my pussy, my knickers a whole other definition of drenched by the time he was done.
But twenty minutes later, when we were back at it, he used his cum as lube to do it all again.
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Chapter 11
Everly
