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“Wh-what?” I stutter, confused by his words. I can’t focus on anything except the scream caught in my throat and the unbelievable pressure building up swiftly in the pit of my stomach. “But... rules...” I say breathlessly, though I’m starting to forget about the rule. I can’t think about anything else right now.
I don’t understand how it’s even possible to be at the peak of one orgasm while another is barreling towards the surface, but when it hits, all the air drains from my lungs as I let out a guttural scream.
“Jesus,” Keaton mutters, pressing my fingers against my clit, keeping me right there, forcing my orgasm to reach every empty space, every muscle, every cell before it finally crests and fades.
Keaton helps me turn so my head is next to his and we’re on our sides, facing each other. He traces his fingertips over the curve of my hip and the dip in my waist, back and forth, while never breaking eye contact.
I sigh contentedly, then remember I left my man unsatisfied. I had the most incredible climax, but he never came. I was too wrapped up in what he was doing to me to finish him off. Reaching out, I wrap my hand around his rock-hard shaft, making him inhale sharply and dig his fingers into my hip.
“I want to give you what you just gave me,” I whisper, gently pushing on his chest with my free hand so he’s lying on his back.
“Roxy,” he groans. “You give me everything by just existing.”
I smile while I climb up his massive, muscled body, straddling him and running my hands up and down his torso. I start with teasing touches, tracing the contours of his abs, pecs, and biceps. His muscles flex everywhere I touch, his skin heating as my pussy pulses. He grunts when I score his flesh with my nails and rock against him, gliding my cunt up and down his thick dick.
“What if I want to give you more? What if I want more from you?” I bite my bottom lip and lift myself on my knees, unsure of what I’m doing but wanting it more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I hover over his intimidating cock, nestling the tip inside my dripping opening.
“Fuck, take it, dirty girl. Take what you need. Feed that greedy pussy my cock until you come all over me.”
My core clenches at his obscene words, making me tremble and suck in a breath. He can be filthy and brutal but also unbelievably sweet and tender. In other words, he’s perfect.
Slowly, I ease my way down, every inch of him invading me and filling me up. God, it’s too long since we were connected like this. I know he feels it, too, when his hands rest on my hips, holding me in place when I’m finally fully seated on him.
“Love being with you like this, Roxy,” he whispers, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.
My pussy tightens around him as if agreeing with his statement.
Keaton flexes his hips, wedging his cock deeper inside me and making us both cry out. I grab his hands from where they are holding my hips and slide them up my body, placing them over my breasts. He takes the hint and squeezes my soft flesh, pinching my nipples.
I wrap my fingers around his wrists and grip him tightly, using his strength as leverage to buck my hips and grind down on him, testing to see what feels good for both of us. I angle my hips, hitting that spot inside me that drives me straight to the edge. I know it feels good for him, too, when he squeezes my breasts roughly and growls.
Lifting slightly, I drop back down on him, hitting that same spot. I bounce on his cock, working us up until we’re sweating and shaking. I release his wrists and tangle my fingers in my hair, putting myself on display for my man. He makes me feel seen and loved and so desired. It makes me want to show myself off to him for his pleasure and mine.
“So fucking beautiful, baby girl. So fucking mine,” he growls, sliding his hands down my back to grip my ass.
He squeezes and separates my cheeks while thrusting his hips, fucking up into me so hard I fall forward. I catch myself on my hands, one on either side of his head.
“Keaton,” I moan as he lifts my ass and then shoves me back down on his cock. He’s so thick, so long and hard, stretching me painfully, deliciously with each stroke.
My lips meet his in a frantic kiss, teeth clashing, tongues tangling, breaths choppy and uneven as we get lost in our rhythm. I snap my hips against his and bury my face in the side of his neck, unable to hold the weight of my head as a deep, drugging pleasure blankets and burns through me, destroying me in the best way possible.
He slides one hand up my back and fists my hair, pulling my head up and holding it in place while he devours me. Each time he hits the end of me, sparks erupt and singe my nerves. My body feels heavy, swollen, and sensitive, but my head feels like it might float away on a cloud of bliss.
I tear my mouth away from his, gulping down air while he fucks up into me in short, quick bursts. I match his movements as he spears me with his dick, over and over, breaking me apart one thrust at a time.
“Goddamn, look at us. Look at how well your tight little pussy takes my big cock.”
I tilt my head down, looking between us. A wave of juices pours out of me, covering his dick, and I whimper, loving the sight of him splitting me open.
“I can’t hold on,” I whisper, finally looking up at him. Keaton’s eyes are black with lust and the need for release. “I-I can’t...I can’t...”
Something inside me snaps, and I lift my hips and slam my cunt down on him, grinding and swiveling, fucking him desperately, racing toward my end. I can’t stop. My body won’t let me. My hips refuse to slow down.
I hold myself up with one hand and weave the fingers of my other hand in Keaton’s hair, gripping it and forcefully yanking his head up so I can kiss him. His body responds to my manic, all-consuming, obsessive need to fuck hard and fast.
I cling to him as tightly as he’s clinging to me, our bodies fusing, grinding, rubbing, causing sweet, white-hot friction to spark a fire that blazes through us both.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, little girl. Need you to come for me. Need it, need, fuck, please...” he half groans, half growls.
