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His hands slid down to grab my ass and my legs wrapped around his waist as he held me up. I ground my core against his hard cock, wishing that there was no barrier there. With each thrust, I panted a little harder. In a lust-drunken state, my fingers moved to the buttons of his jeans. I was desperate to feel him inside of me and I didn’t care about anything else at that moment.
A low rumbling growl rose up from his chest as my fingers closed around his cock. My hand slid up and down his velvet soft shaft, my thumb circling over the blunt tip spreading the wetness that had gathered there. He was so thick and heavy in my hand, I could only imagine how it would feel once he was filling me up.
His hands left my ass and I whimpered. Next thing I knew, the sound of my panties ripping filled the air around us. In one swift thrust, he pushed inside of me, forcing all of the air out of my lungs. My fingers dug into his shoulders as a moan escaped passed my lips.
Then he was fucking me, hard and fast, with an unsteady rhythm. One that was frantic and desperate. This wasn’t an elegantly rehearsed dance. No, this was raw and animalistic. The kind of unfiltered energy of pent-up emotions. I could feel the control slipping from him as he released each heavy burden that weighed on his soul with every thrust. I grasped onto the feeling of urgency to be freed from his turmoil that came off of him and tried to free him from his demons.
My arms moved back around his shoulders, my fingers digging into his back and neck, holding on for dear life. My legs tightened around his waist, my ankles crossing in an attempt to pull him in deeper.
All too soon, my core quivered and my limbs started to tingle. I didn’t want it to be over yet, but it felt too good to even try to stop. His breath on my skin and his grunts next to my ear only pushed me closer to the edge. Then his lips were on mine again and that was all it took. I shattered around him, clenching him so tightly that I could feel the struggle for him to keep up his movements.
“Fuck,” he roared as his mouth tore away from mine and his head tilted back. I could feel him pulsing and swelling inside of me as his release filled me with a force that only seemed to draw out my own climax.
I could feel his legs shaking and I knew that mine were no better. Our bodies began to fall sideways, the bed catching the upper half of our torsos. He rolled off of me and onto his back. We stayed there, sprawled out awkwardly, as we attempted to catch our breaths.
I realized that I had a slight smile on my face as I watched the heavy rise and fall of his chest. Then my happiness started to fade as my mind raced. Because the only thing I could think was, what now?
