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Landon pulled his cock out, and Colette whimpered with need. Dicks weren’t objectively aesthetically pleasing, but when her pussy was wet, the sight of a hard cock did things to her.

Grabbing her legs once more, he put her ankles on his shoulders, one on either side of his head, and gripped her hips.

He pulled her up, until her calves rested on his shoulders and the only part of her still touching the bed was her head and shoulders. Colette lay her arms flat, grabbing the edge of the mattress for leverage.

“Spread your thighs so I can see.”

She did, hooking her feet together behind his head.

The fat tip of his cock slid up and down her slit, notching in place at her entrance. Landon stroked her sides, from her knees, down to her ass, then along the angled line of her torso.

“I should tease and kiss every inch of you.”

He’d said this wasn’t a scene, so she swallowed her instinctive “Yes, Master.”

“You should fuck me,” she said instead, pushing against his shoulders with her legs in an effort to work his cock into her.

Landon grabbed her hips, holding her still. “I should make you come on my fingers and tongue until you’re pink and swollen.” He reached around her thigh and between her legs, spreading her pussy lips.

He was staring down at her pussy, and the raw need on his face made her feel beautiful.

“Desperate for my cock.” One finger traced an arch over her clit hood.

“I’m desperate now.”

“I could make you more desperate.”

“You could,” she whimpered. “If you told me to crawl on my hands and knees and beg you to fuck me, I would.”

“Fuck, Colette.”

“Yes, fuck. Fuck me, Landon.”

His hands gripped her waist, the added support allowing her to relax her legs, which she’d been using to hold herself up.

“This is either going to go fast, in which case I’ll play with you until my cock is ready for round two, or this is going to take a while, and I’ll have to fuck you raw.”

Both options sounded delicious.

His fingers flexed against her, and then he pulled her onto his cock. They both moaned once he was all the way in, his balls resting against her ass.

Then Landon pulled all the way out, before slamming his cock into her. She swore she could feel him in her throat he was that deep, and a small, shivery mini-orgasm rippled through her.

“Did you just come?”

Her reply was a low moan.

Landon found his rhythm. Each time he both thrust his hips, driving his steel-hard cock into her, and pulled her onto him, his hips slapping her ass.

He was in complete control. All she could do was cling to the bed and try not to let her legs slip off his shoulders.

Long, hard strokes where his cock pulled almost all the way out became short, fast ones. She was being bounced on his dick, her body arched up as little ripples of pleasure pulsed through her. Her scalp prickled, and under the bandages, her nipples were hard with need.

“I want you to come again before I flip you over.”

He phrased it as if she could choose, but the instant his thumb grazed her clit she screamed, the orgasm tearing through her. Her body was his instrument, and he knew how to play it.

“That’s it, love. I can feel you clenching on my cock.” He held her hips tight, grinding their bodies together with his cock deep inside her as she pulsed and fluttered around him.