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“Everything taken care of, Mr. Mason?” Somebody behind the counter chimes, and I nod slowly.
“Just about,” I rasp, punching the top floor button as the doors close. My eyes telling the staff we’re not to be disturbed under any circumstances.
Krystal’s hands are clutching at my chest, unbuttoning my shirt already with a look that tells me she’s overdue for what we both know is coming to her.
The suite door is still open and I kick it closed on my way through, making straight for the master bedroom.
“Now. I’m gonna fuck you, fill you, flip you over then do it all again until you beg me to stop. Understand?” I grow in her ear, my freshly minted steel pole grinding into her fine ass with every step.
She nods in agreement, half speaking half-whimpering by the time I toss her down onto the huge bed, begging me to fill her hot little hole.
She gets tangled in her sweater, which I easily slip over her head, exposing her large naked chest, making me groan.
She’s shaking so much I have to do it all, unbutton her and slip her out of her jeans and panties, tossing everything aside.
Knowing she won’t be needing clothes for a good while yet.
Not until I’m through.
“Tell me again, Blake,” she wheezes, writhing on the bed as I take a step back to admire her virginity one last time.
“…Tell me you want this,” she purrs, opening her legs and running a flat hand over her glistening mound, gasping from the touch. “Tell me you’re gonna fuck me so hard… fill me with your come…”
I didn’t expect this, and I feel my lip curl with a newfound satisfaction.
Krystal’s no slouch in the dirty talk department, and what’s more, she’s not afraid to show me what needs attending to first.
I might have wanted to suck and squeeze her for an hour or so first, but no. I can see we have a case of urgent need of fucking here, and I can’t help but think it’s about fucking time as I unzip my pants, feeling the heaviness of my length spring forward and up as it slaps my abs while I undress fully.
Krystal moans at the sight of it, at the sight of me naked.
I tell her no when I see her hands straying to her sweet little cunt again, needing to remind her who it belongs to now.
“That’s mine,” I tell her firmly, grabbing her by each ankle and yanking her body towards me.
She only moans louder, her breath so hard and heavy that her whole chest ripples from it.
Her thick, pebbled nipples seeming to quiver and twitch as much as her tiny pink hole as she whimpers for my fat cock again.
“Please Blake… I need it… Fuck me like you know I need it.”
Opening her legs as wide as they’ll comfortably go, I can see what’s mine and I’m so fucking hard I have to use one hand to angle my cock towards its target.
Both her hands reaching for me, making me gasp and grunt as her palms run the full surface of my swollen purple head. Precome oozing from me and dripping down onto her own shining essence.
“Take me, Blake,” she breathes as our eyes lock. “Make me yours.”
Chapter Seventeen
Krystal
Like a pendulum, my emotions and mind swing from being so upset Blake’s been pretending to be our new neighbor all this time, to wanting him so bad it almost hurts.
Until I feel him ready to enter me for the first time.
My juices are flowing, and I can feel his own mixing with them, running down my thighs as I lift my knees and open myself wide enough so he can fit between them.
I can see why he’d need a thicker girl. The skinny Barbie type would snap in half with a real man like Blake between her legs.
Even though I’m small compared to him, we make a perfect fit. His huge, muscled hardness against my soft, smooth thickness.
I daren’t take my eyes off him as his lock on mine. We both know that despite all the drama and interruptions. This is what we’ve both wanted all along.
I’ve surprised myself, begging him to fuck me with language I’ve never even thought to myself let alone said out loud until meeting Blake.
Until this moment, needing him inside me so much. Knowing that all those years of wondering and worrying if I would ever be good enough for any man has only been waiting for the most perfect man.
Blake Mason. A real man.
Finally, I’m reduced to a whisper, telling him to claim what we both know is his.
He’s so gentle, so tender with me. Even though it’s been up and down to get here, I feel him guiding himself into me just a little at a time. My eyes are instantly wide as it registers just how much of a man Blake is.
