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Panted breaths fill the space between us.
My hands release her long enough to dive beneath the shirt. The cotton tickles my forearms as my hands smooth up her sides, revealing more of her as I travel up. “Come on, baby. Take me,” I urge.
With tentative hands, Shelby grasps my heavy cock. The heat of her slick opening is almost unbearable. Gritting my teeth, I concentrate on not coming.
Shelby cries out, pain and pleasure clear. She bucks, but I keep her seated, our hips flush.
“Fuck!” I hiss.
Panting, we stare at each other while her body relaxes.
“Ride me.”
All flushed cheeks and hooded eyes, Shelby is a sight I’d kill for. No man will ever witness her like this.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I tell her.
Using the grips I have on her ribs, I lift Shelby off my cock before pushing her back down.
“Urgh!” Shelby’s head tilts back.
I move her again.
“Leo!”
Hearing my name leave her lips in such a desperate plea has me on edge. Panting, she meets my gaze.
“Ride me,” I order again.
And that’s all it takes.
I watch her body move over mine, my eyes dropping to where her body grips me so greedily.
Over and over, Shelby bounces on my hips in small, hard strokes—unsteady and unpracticed movements.
The sound of our bodies joining mixes with pants and desperate cries. Her volume rises with her pleasure, and as it reaches its peak, I’m spellbound.
Crying out, Shelby seeks out my gaze. Mouth agape, she looks at me in panic.
“You’re almost there. Keep going.”
Despite my words, I move her body for her. My thumbs sit under her breasts, my fingers tight on her ribs as I pull her body up and down on my shaft.
Unable to resist, my hips meet hers on their way down. The slamming of our joining drowns out every other noise.
“Leo, Leo, Leo.”
If I thought Shelby crying out my name was erotic, the way she chants it as a plea for more is downright sinful.
And it pushes me over the edge, fraying any hold I had.
Grunting, I pump my hips up into her over and over, fast with no rhythm. Joining me, Shelby plants her hands on my chest, pushing her hips back and forth, riding my cock and her orgasm.
Her locket sways between us.
Finally, we come to a stop.
Wetness pools where we remain connected. What I wouldn’t give to get her pregnant.
