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It’s driving me wild with desire even as my heart fills with pride at her using me for her pleasure. I keep a tight grip on her ass with one hand but let the other wander, teasing her with a finger.
“More,” she demands breathlessly.
“This what you want, baby? You want me to slide my fingers in your pussy even though you know what you really want is my cock?” My words are murmurs against her skin as I rest my cheek on her hip, enjoying the tease as much as she is.
Her whine spurs me on, and I press forward with one thick finger, filling her. “Damn, Al. You’re so tight, I don’t know if you’re gonna be able to take me anymore. Relax and let me in, baby.”
She shudders, and I finger-fuck her slowly, stretching her. I’m not just dirty talking her. She really is fucking tight, and I can’t wait to feel her slick satin walls choking my cock, but I don’t want to hurt her. But she’s so wet that after a few seconds, I can add a second finger and she turns molten.
“Yes . . . oh, God . . . Bruce . . . please.” She’s basically chanting as she pleads with me to get her there. She’s walking that edge so close, stunningly beautiful as she holds on.
“Come for me, Al. Fly for me,” I growl, then suck hard on her clit, driving my fingers in deep with short, hard thrusts.
And she does. Her orgasm is loud and messy, a revelation in release as every bit of tension leaves her body at once. She spasms, and I hold on tight, making sure she doesn’t collapse. After a moment, her pants slow and she looks down at me. I wish the moonlight would let me see the truth of her reaction, but it’s too dark to read her eyes.
Her words are crystal clear, though. “More.”
She steps back, bending at the waist to kiss me as her hands work at my belt. I growl and push her hands out of the way to make quicker work of it, shoving my jeans and underwear down my thighs. My cock springs up, slapping against my belly, hard and throbbing. I take myself in hand, meeting her eyes.
“Allyson?”
One more chance. To stop herself. To stop me. To stop this freight train that’s not running off the tracks but rather is getting back on track. Right the fuck here and now.
She drops to her knees, aligning herself as I use a thumb to hold myself at the right angle. She kisses me wantonly and drops onto my cock, impaling herself and wrapping me in a slick velvet vice.
Her anguished cry scares me at first, but it quickly turns into a sound of pleasure as her body makes way for me. “Fuck, Al. So damn tight. Are you okay?”
I force myself to stay still, letting her adjust to me as I fight my orgasm off. I just got back inside her. I’m sure as hell not gonna come like some two-pump chump, no matter how good she feels.
She moves first, fucking me, and I let her take what she needs as I brush my thumb across her clit. But after a few thrusts, I can’t hold back anymore and my hands find her hips. We slam into each other, powerful and rough, violently coming together like we can blot away the past years apart if we just go hard at each other. She said she didn’t want me to treat her as though she’s fragile, but that’s the last thing she feels like right now. She feels fierce and wild, like my Allyson always has been.
Once, weeks ago, I’d had a passing thought that I could hate-fuck her out of my heart. Now, I want to fuck myself into hers—harder, deeper, brutally claiming her as she tattoos herself on my heart too.
“You feel too good,” I manage to grunt out through my clenched teeth. “I can’t stop.”
“Don’t stop, Bruce. Please. Fill me.” Her beg is stilted as I thrust into her, but on the same page, we explode together.
The sky might be full of stars, but all I see are the flashes behind my eyelids as I come, filling her with my seed at the same time she spasms around me, milking me for more. Both of us cry out to the dark, mine deep and grunted and hers high-pitched and hitched, in a shared moment of absolute frozen bliss, and then we sag, spent and gasping for breath.
We stay tangled in each other. I feel like warm, fizzy champagne is buzzing through my veins, making my edges blurry, like I can’t tell where I end and Allyson begins. She’s languid against me, almost purring with an occasional hum in her throat.
