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And then being buried deep was no longer enough. His greedy ass started clenching me harder, his whimpers growing needy.

I moved fast, pushing him onto his back, my dick slipping out of him in the process. His whine turned into an exaggerated moan when I slammed back into him, burying myself to the hilt. He lifted his legs, holding himself open, and I started to move, pistoning my hips at an unforgiving pace.

“More.” He panted, gripping my biceps so tight I felt the bite of his nails. “Please, more.”

I went harder, pushing deeper until sweat gathered at the base of my spine and I was on the cusp of explosion. Between us, his dick bounced, the tip an angry red, and I denied my body what it begged for in favor of giving to him.

Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I started to jerk him, his head thrashing against the blankets. In one last thrust, I shoved deep, inciting his shoulders to come up off the mattress, and his eyes flew wide.

His dick spasmed, milky white ropes of cum pouring out of him as he moaned low in his throat. His body arched, limbs stiff, but I kept working him, claiming every last drop. When he finally collapsed against the bed, he was out of breath, a sheen of sweat coating his impressive chest. He stared up at me through heavy eyes.

Holding his gaze, I rolled my hips, hitting his spot one last time and making his body jerk, the final drop of his release dribbling onto my fingers.

He collapsed, a fucked-out mess beneath me, his legs like Jell-O, knees falling open. Cum decorated his chest, and his lips were swollen. He was so blissed-out his stare clung to me shamelessly, staring in a way he’d never let himself before.

It made me want to perform for him, to give him something that would live rent-free in his beautiful brain. Releasing his spent dick, I lifted my hand and swiped my tongue over the cum clinging to my digits. He made a sound, and I did it again, then pushed two fingers into my mouth to suck them clean.

“I will never, not ever look at anyone else ever again because you, princess, are the stuff dreams are made of.”

The sweetest, shyest smile transformed his face, and I swear I fell in love with him all over again.

“You ready for me?” I asked, planting my hands on either side of his body and rolling my hips.

“Give it to me, bear. Please.”

I dragged my hips back until my head rested at his entrance, and then I drove in so deep spots swam before my eyes. I bucked my hips against him, feeling my balls slap his skin, and then his hands were digging into my ass, pulling me deeper, and my entire world shattered with the intensity of my release. My entire body went taut, and I shook like a live wire was electrocuting my insides as my dick spurted and spilled inside him. I groaned low, knowing my cum was marking his insides, claiming him completely.

I collapsed against him, grateful he could withstand the weight as my body jolted with aftershocks and my stomach cramped from such an intense release. Matthew’s fingers dragged up and down my spine, an endearing action that brought me down gently from a hardcore high.

Even after my dick softened, I stayed buried inside him, neither of us in a hurry to separate. When I could put a sentence together, I shifted, placing my elbows on either side of his face, and looked down.

“You doing okay?” I asked, sweeping my languid gaze over his handsome face.

“Will you stay the night?” he asked, eyes pleading.

I love you.

“Try and make me leave,” I whispered.

Scrunching his face up, he said, “I’d never do that.”

Smiling, I kissed his nose.

“Arsen?”

I lifted my head, hearing something in his voice.

“What, baby?”

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

A satisfied grin split my face. “Me too.”

“Can we do it again?”

I laughed, the movement forcing me out of his body. I sat back, noting the way his dick was already filling.

Surprise made me look up.

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