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“No,” She panted out as her lips met mine.
I gripped her hips, pulling her down onto me harder and faster after every retreat. Her nipples brushed against my chest and I still didn’t feel like she was close enough. Her walls quaked, her moans became breathier, and her fingers pulled at my hair. I knew she was close but I wanted to drag this out for as long as I could. I wanted to drag it out forever. But I knew that was unrealistic.
“Tell me,” I roared as my cock thickened, stretching her tight pussy around me even more. She clamped down on me like a damn vice, making it impossible for me to hold back.
“No,” she moaned out but this time it wasn’t as confident. I was breaking her down.
My hands gripped her face, forcing her to meet my eyes. Her mouth parted as her orgasm crashed over her and her cum soaked my cock until it was dripping down my balls. That was all it took, and I continued to thrust up into her as I stuffed her full of everything I had in me.
She fell against my chest and I wrapped my arms around her. Her body was lax and after a moment, I’d wondered if she had fallen asleep on me. But then she stirred, her head moving to my shoulder where she placed a light kiss before resting her cheek there. Her light breaths tickled my neck and beard.
“I love you,” she whispered almost too low for me to hear. I was sure my brain wasn’t making things up. I knew I had heard her.
“I fuckin’ knew it,” I said squeezing her body into mine.
“Ass,” she said as she lazily swatted at me and I huffed out a laugh. “Sleep,” she mumbled, her mouth half pressed into my skin.
And that was what we did, tangled in each other to the point that I couldn’t tell where I ended and she began. I was pretty sure the smile on my face didn’t slip the entire time.
