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It’s only the tip, and yet it fills me up. I gasp as he moves his mouth to my breast, squeezing my tits as he flicks my nipple with his mouth.
“Yes,” I murmur. “Dylan,please…”
He pushes in all the way, and I cry out loud. He’s so damn big. Bigger than I could ever imagine. “Look,” he says as I open my eyes. “Look at us.”
I glance down at where we’re joined and I bite down on my bottom lip. He pulls out slowly, letting me feel every single ridge of his perfect dick, then he rams back in. This man isn’t gentle, but somehow it’sexactlywhat I need.
“When I get you in a bed, I’ll fuck you all night long,” he tells me. “I’ll make you hang on the edge until you’re climaxing so hard from my tongue, you’ll never let me out of your bed. But here, now? This is gonna be hard and fast.”
“Hurry,” I cry. “Oh, that feels s-so good.”
He slides in and out, his hands moving to my hips as he works his dick in and out, in and out. I’m a mess, literally dripping down my own thighs as I shudder. His giant cock fills me to the hilt, making me moan like I’ve never done before. He’s everywhere.
“That’s it, baby, do you feel how much you squeeze my dick? How I’m barely holdin’ on?”
“Dylan, I’m coming,” I moan. “Oh, oh, oh my god…” I cry out so loud, I’m sure the entire vicinity can hear me, if not the rest of New Orleans.
He doesn’t let up, he keeps at it, nudging my clit as he whispers dirty things to me. I wrap my legs around his waist as my mouth finds his. I take charge, my tongue finding his as we dance with our mouths, as well as our bodies. His scent, his dominance, his sexy words… It’s all too much. I’m lost in a sea of pleasure, and I love getting him all worked up. He pulls me off the counter, pressing me up against the wall as we fuck. That’s what it is,fucking.It isn’t making love, and a part of my mind idly wonders if he’s capable of that, not that it matters right now.Right now I want more of him. We move together in perfect harmony as he rams that big dick in and out.
“So tight,” he mutters, his mouth on my neck as he sucks. “Such a tight little pussy.”
I grip onto him for dear life. Loving how out of control he is and his use of filthy words. It sends shockwaves to my core, but it’s like a train wreck I can’t look away from.
“Dylan,” I moan. “Oh, yes.”
“I’m close.”
“Do it, come inside me.”
“Fuck, baby, I wanna fuck this pussy over and over and never stop.”
I grip his shoulders as he sends me into oblivion. I’ve never come this many times, and this hard. He suddenly stills, his long, hard moan the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, then I feel it… He comes in long, powerful strokes as I cling to him. He pulses inside me for what feels like an eternity.
When he stills completely, we’re both as much of a mess as each other. He’s panting hard, too, and that makes me smile.
“You’re really good at that,” I can’t even get the words out.
“I need more.”
Every single cell inside me wants that, too.
“Tonight,” I whisper against his neck. I kiss the hot, sweaty skin, memorizing his salty taste. Without a beat he says, “Gonna come in your bedroom window?”
I know he’s only half joking, but this isn’t over. “Maybe.”
He pulls back, staring into my eyes. “We fit.”
I swallow. “We do.”
“We fit so fuckin’ good.” He’s still inside me, with no plans to move it seems, as he drinks me in. I’m completely lost for words. “That was… Um, amazing.”
He snickers. “I’m glad you seem a little out of breath, but there’s so many more positions I want you in.”
A flash of us in bed, tangled in the sheets as we worship each other’s bodies, has me humming. “I’d be very happy to try those out.”
He rubs his nose with mine. “Nobody else gets to see this body,” he says. “Nobody except me.”
“I think we’ve established by now I don’t sleep around,” I huff.
