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He climbs up the bed over my body, and kisses me. His mouth devours mine, not caring about morning breath, nothing matters except sex, fucking, and coming, taking and devouring, possessing and owning. Hovering above me, he rubs his cum all over my front, I rub myself all over his hand, then he pulls his mouth from mine only to give me his hand. I lap his cream from his palm until every drop is gone.

Rolling to the side and pulling me on top of him, he commands me, “Get that cunt on my face, princess. Now.”

He’s so filthy. For me!

He guides me so I’m poised straddling his face. His hands don’t leave my hips, his gaze fixed on me intently, reading, watching, making sure I’m not in pain, assessing me for any signs of discomfort.

I grip the headboard and look into his eyes as he lies beneath me. A slow smile spreads across my face as I lower myself to his mouth.

“That’s it, ride my fucking face, princess,” he growls before he begins to feast on me.

And I do, I ride his face, I rub myself all over his mouth, lips, and tongue. I checked all reservations and propriety at the door last night. When I shed my clothes for the sitting, my inhibitions went with them.

He holds me firmly until I come, sucking on my clit, pulling my lips into his mouth feverishly, and plunging into me with his tongue.

But I need more.

So much more.

I fall onto him. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close, cradling my head with his big hand, teasing my mouth with his tongue as he rubs my wetness all over my face.

We’re savages, horny, insatiable beasts.

“How’s your knee?” he whispers roughly, his mouth against mine.

“Good. Fine,” I breathe out heavily.

“Are you sure, princess?” he holds my face between his two big hands and peers intently into my eyes.

My heart swells and my body trembles.

This is just sex, don’t look at me like that. How am I supposed to keep it only physical when you touch me that way?

“Yes, I’m sure.”

He could do whatever he wants to me. I want him to do whatever he wants, everything he wants. I want all of it. And more.

“Good. Because I’m going to fuck you. On your knees, princess, face on the bed, and give me that pussy and ass. I’m going to play with it.”

OH. MY. GOD!! No other man will come close after him. He’s going to ruin me. I’ll never be satisfied with anyone else again.

Rock pulls my face to his and kisses me, his tongue plunging into my mouth, hungrily, completely. He makes me feel wanted, desired, adored. He might be the filthiest man I’ve ever met, but he worships me with his lust.

I lift from him and get on my knees, lower my face to the bed, cheek resting on the cool sheet. I close my eyes as a tremor of erotic anticipation slithers through me. My breath catches as I feel him settle himself behind me, his still erect shaft pressed firmly between my cheeks, and his piercing promising to blow my mind.

I’ve died and gone to sex heaven. Whatever I did to deserve this, thank you!

His hands gently lay on my hips. His touch feels so good, hard yet soft, gentle yet powerful, commanding yet giving. I rub my ass against him, his soft hair tickling me and reminding me of his subdued power.

“You know, princess,” he caresses me with one hand, “I tried to stay away from you.” His fingers begin to glide lightly through my folds. “I watched you,” they travel up through my wetness to my back entrance, “and I wanted you,” he traces circles around the tight hole, “but I was going to stay away.”

My heart is pounding wildly and my body is vibrating with need.

It’s just sex, but you can ask, Summer.

“Why?”

He dips his finger inside my slickness.

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