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Sitting us up, he unclasped my bra with one hand. We broke our kiss, and I slid it off and tossed it aside.
“You have the most perfect tits,” Connor groaned, leaning down to take a nipple in his mouth.
My back arched as he sucked. Lifting my hips, I huffed in frustration when he let go with a wet pop.
Lying back, I watched Connor unbutton and unzip his pants. His erection bobbed between us, and I licked my lips, desperate to feel him deep inside. I reached out, gripping his dick with a firm hold, and his eyes fell shut.
“Sarah,” he groaned.
“Yeah,” I husked, stroking his cock.
“Baby,” he moaned as he fell forward, catching himself with his forearms.
I pushed my panties to the side, dragging his dick through my wetness. The tip of his cock brushed against my clit, and I whimpered.
Connor’s hand replaced mine. “Shh, baby. I got you,” he said, notching the head in my slit. “Hold on” was the only warning before he impaled me on his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried out, my nails scoring his shoulders.
“You feel so fucking good,” he grunted, knocking the air out of me with each snap of his hips.
My body jiggled with every thrust, my pussy stretching to accommodate Connor’s thickness. He cupped my breast, tweaking my nipple to a stiff point as he pumped into me. I rocked my hips, taking everything he had to offer. My heart raced as I looked up at his beautiful face, contorted with pleasure.
“I love you, Sarah. So. Fucking. Much.” Each word was punctuated by a thrust, ensuring I would remember his words and feel him between my thighs all night.
As if I could ever forget Connor.
He pushed in to the hilt and grinded his pelvis against me. “Tell me you love me.”
I panted against his lips, nodding. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” Honestly? I would’ve said anything he wanted if he kept rubbing my clit like that. So full and aroused, it was only a matter of minutes before I came.
“So fucking perfect,” he murmured, burying his face in my neck. His thrusts slowed, dragging his cock out inch by torturous inch. The new pace held an intimacy I’d only ever experienced with him.
As he slid back in, he pushed up on his hand and looked down at me. With that one look, he conveyed the depths of his love, and I had zero doubt that he was my future.
“Connor,” I breathed out, gripping the side of his neck.
Sweat rolled down his chest, following his well-defined muscles. The AC in my room was just as pitiful as every other rundown rental in Kirksville, leaving our bodies slick as they glided against one another.
Connor squeezed my breast, then slipped his hand over my belly down to my clit. Circling it with his thumb, he thrust harder.
Gasping, I clung to him, lacing my fingers together behind his neck. My pussy fluttered around him, and he groaned.
My orgasm floated in the periphery, and I moaned, “Harder.”
His hips answered, setting a new punishing rhythm. “Like that, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” I cried out. My back arched, allowing him in deeper.
Connor grunted, working my clit in time with his thrusts. His eyes stayed on my face, adjusting his movements until my mouth fell open with a long, deep moan.
“That’s it. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
“Connor,” I whimpered, the first waves of an orgasm cresting.
“Fuck,” he cursed, his thrusts becoming sloppy until his body shuddered, and he stilled, buried deep inside.
Rocking his hips, he kept rubbing my clit until I shattered. My legs shook around him, turning to jelly as he kissed me through the orgasm. Behind closed eyes, I saw stars.
