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Fuck me.

Her pussy’s puffy and swollen from last night, dark and shiny, and my cum’s still in her. I can see it. A little of it slipping out of her on the sheet.

No. That stays in.

I put my mouth on her.

I lick it up. All of it. I drag my tongue through her from bottom to top and taste myself, salty and thick, mixed with her sweet. Then I push my tongue inside her and push it back where it belongs. She makes a soft, confused sound in her sleep. Her hips shift. I hold them down and do it again.

She’s warm and soft and slick on my tongue. Her clit’s swollen against my lips, and when I suck it into my mouth, her thighs twitch around my head and squeeze my ears. My cock’s grinding into the mattress, so hard it aches. She’s breathing faster. Little hitches. Her hand comes off the pillow and lands in my hair. She’s still asleep.

I eat her slow. I’ve got all the time in the world. I lick her until she’s dripping down my chin, until her hips are rocking up into my mouth, until she’s moaning out loud and still doesn’t know why.

Then she wakes up coming.

Her whole body jerks. Her eyes fly open. Her thighs clamp my head and her back comes off the bed, and she’s gasping, confused, coming hard against my mouth before she even knows where she is.

“What… Sasha… What are you…”

“Morning.”

“Oh my God…”

I’m already crawling up her body. She’s still shaking from it, still clenching on nothing, her eyes wide and dazed. I hook her knee over my arm and drag the head of my cock through her. She’s so wet from my mouth she’s slippery all the way down, hot and swollen, and when I press the tip against her entrance, I feel her flutter against it, still pulsing from coming. It’s like she’s kissing it. My balls pull up tight.

I push into her before she’s done coming.

“Wait…” She grabs my arms. “I’m sore, I’m so sore…”

“I know.”

I don’t wait. She’s tight and swollen and so slick that I sink in deep in one long push, and the heat of her swallows my cock inch by inch, squeezing me in hard little waves where she’s still coming. She cries out and digs her nails into my biceps. I hold still all the way inside her and feel every fucking wave milk me. My thighs are shaking. My spine’s lit up.

Then I fuck her.

Not slow. Not gentle. I pin her down and fuck her deep while she’s still half asleep and dazed and sore, while she’s moaning wait and Sasha and oh my God in that raspy morning voice, her eyes going hazy and unfocused. Her tits are bouncing. Her soft belly ripples every time my hips slam into her. She doesn’t push me away. She holds on.

“You were leaking me,” I tell her. “In your sleep. I don’t like that.”

“I can’t… I can’t help…”

“I know. So I’m putting it back.”

She comes again, weaker, a long shudder that rolls through her and squeezes my cock all the way down. I bury myself deep and let go. It rips up out of my balls in hot, heavy pulses and I feel every one of them pump into her. I don’t pull out. I stay there, crushing her into the mattress, until I’m soft.

She’s asleep again before I am.

* * *

I leave her there, wrecked, and go out on the balcony to make my calls.

Yuri answers on the first ring. He’s been running Santa Cruz for me for eight years.

“You’re not on the plane.”

“No.”

“Misha says there’s a girl.”