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So good, it’s so much, he’s so perfect, so filthy, so perverted, so delicious, and knows exactly what I need.
He grabs my shoulder with his free hand as his thrusts become hungrier and more demanding.
I’m immobile.
I can only take everything he’s giving me.
And it’s incredible.
He’s holding me perfectly so every thrust, every grind, every movement hits me exactly where I need it.
I’m running fast toward that cliff, and I’m going to dive head first and soar.
“That sweet virgin ass of yours loves to be filled doesn’t it, princess?” he whispers gruffly.
“Yes,” I whimper drunkenly.
I can’t think, I can’t speak, I can’t see. I can only feel. And right now I’m feeling every single thing Rock’s doing to me.
“Ah, princess, you never knew it could be like this, did you, feel so good filled up like this.”
“No,” I moan.
His grip tightens on my shoulder and he begins to thrust quick and short.
“There’s so much I want to do to you, this is only the beginning,” he growls.
The wave starts to crash down on me and I shatter. I scream his name as the orgasm tears through me.
Rock pulls his fingers from me, takes hold of my hips with both hands and moves me onto him, thrusting into me, coming right after me.
He rolls us to our sides and holds me close as we come down from the high.
“So good,” his voice is husky and deep.
I sigh. It’s all I can manage. He’s fucked everything out of me.
“I made breakfast, princess,” Rock murmurs through the messy veil of my hair.
I hadn’t noticed I’m hungry until he mentioned food, then my stomach screams at me to feed it.
“Thank you,” I mumble.
I don’t know what to say. This wasn’t a night of intimacy after a date. Even if it were, I wouldn’t know how to act; I’ve never had one. This was a frenzied sexually induced situation that we fell into. And I’ve never had one of those either.
He leaves a trail of kisses over my shoulder and up my neck.
This guy is seriously something else, and if I’m not careful, I could fall very hard for him very quickly. I’m not used to this, to intimacy and caressing and touching. I’m not used to anyone acting like I matter.
“You can have a shower if you’d like while I heat it back up,” he says.
I’m grateful for the opportunity to get my shit together. But as sick as it sounds, I’m not in that much of hurry to wash his ‘dirtying me up’ from my body.
“Thanks, I think I will.”
“Okay, princess,” he disentangles himself from me. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen when you’re ready.” He stands, pulls on his pants, and heads toward the door. “I hope coffee’s okay with you.”
“Yes, it’s great,” I’m acting weird, I know it, but I can’t help it.
