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My heels dig into his ass, begging him to get on with it. His eyes fly up to meet my gaze. As soon as our eyes lock, he enters me all the way to the hilt in one swift movement.
“Ugh!” I grunt, not from pain but from the impact. He freezes.
“You, okay?”
“Yes,” I reply in a breathy whisper. He’s stolen my breath, but I need more. I tilt my hips upward, taking him a bit deeper. I swear the head of his cock is trying to enter my womb, but it’s all the encouragement he needs to get moving.
Ever so slowly he eases out to the tip before gliding back in. His eyes never leave mine. He watches me with great concentration, taking in every little tell I give away on just how good he’s making me feel. I try not to moan, but he’s making it impossible not to be vocal. His cock is hitting every sensitive spot inside me.
His right arm moves under my left thigh, hoisting my leg up to his shoulder, changing the angle of his thrust and causing him to hit my g-spot with every slow torturous stroke.
“Ohhh! Mmmm!” I cry, unable to hold back. A salacious grin comes over his face, as if this is what he’s been waiting for.
“Hang on, angel,” he murmurs, lowering his head for a scorching kiss of tongues and teeth. He pulls back, planting his left hand firmly on the bed next to me. “This is going to get rough, tell me if it’s too much.”
He doesn’t give me to time to reply. He begins to pound into me viciously. The sound of slapping flesh fills the room, mingled with his grunting and my groaning. This would make great audio for a porn film.
Over and over, he drills into me, urging me higher and higher. I can feel the intense heat building where our bodies are connected. The friction feels so good. I’m getting so very close, but just can’t crest over the edge.
“Yes, angel! Fall for me baby,” Rosco rumbles, pumping in and out. Little does he know, I’ve already fallen, hard. “I need you to come, angel!”
His right hand comes between us, coating his thumb in the juices leaking out of me around where he’s continuing to piston in and out. Once it’s wet, he begins to circle my clit, gently, rapidly, matching the pace of his hips. I can feel my orgasm growing closer.
I tilt my hips upward with each stoke, driving him deeper and deeper. Every glorious inch of his cock rubs the inside of me, until a last, I explode like fireworks on the fourth of July, screaming his name as he continues to move, even faster.
Wave after wave of ecstasy hits me, prolonging my release. I can feel the wetness gushing out around where we are joined.
His pace quickens, and he throws my right leg up to his shoulder, too, bending me in half. He grips my love handles as he pounds me over and over, causing me to orgasm again.
“Angel!” he bellows, driving as deep as he can go, stilling for several long seconds as he comes. A few slow, lazy thrusts and he drops my legs, before resting his weight on his forearms that are bracketing on either side of me.
My arms fall from his shoulders to plop onto the mattress. His breath puffs over me repeatedly as he fights for control. Sweat is dripping off both of us. I’m completely spent. My limbs are useless. I want to hold him, but I’m so relaxed I can’t move.
“I’ll be right back. I need to take care of this,” he murmurs before climbing off me to dispose of the condom in the bathroom. My limbs are trembling as I try to scoot to one side of the bed, not wanting to hog the middle.
It’s doubtful cuddling is in his wheelhouse, especially since he doesn’t want anything more than tonight. With great difficulty, I manage to roll onto my side facing away from his side. The bed dips as he sits down.
“What’s wrong, angel?” His voice is full of apprehension, and his arm comes around my waist as he spoons me from behind. I shake my head, then glance back at him.
“Nothing, just exhausted,” I reply, giving him an out.
“Angel,” he growls, his tone indicating he knows I’m shoveling bullshit.
“I didn’t think you’d want to cuddle,” I admit, turning back to face him. The concern on his face softens. He pulls me closer, pressing a kiss to my forehead, then settling my head on his chest.
“I usually don’t, but with you, I do,” he rumbles under me. I snuggle in, not wanting to say or do anything to make him change his mind.
His heart beats under my ear. It’s a soothing sound, steady and strong, just like the man it belongs to. This isn’t going to last, but I’m going to absorb every moment. His hand strokes through my hair and down my back, relaxing me even more, sending me off to dreamland.
I wake with a start,not knowing what woke me. I look around the unfamiliar room, just as the bed shakes, an arm flying out to smack me in the face. “Ow!”
“Noooo!” Rosco bellows in a tortured voice as he thrashes around. “Please don’t, let me help you!”
He’s dreaming. I place my hand to his face, hoping to calm and soothe him.
“Shhh, it’s all right,” I coo, “it’s only a dream, everything is fine.” He turns to my touch. His arms reach out to grab my wrists.
“Don’t do it,” he pleads. His eyes are moving rapidly under his closed lids, still caught in his nightmare. “I promise I’ll find out who let you get taken, just please don’t hurt yourself.”
