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He grins. His eyes look sleepy—hypnotized. He tips his weeping head toward me. “You want my cock inside your pussy, Cleo?”
I nod. Restraint, propriety... pride: all fall to the feet of lust.
He shifts on his knees and pulls a condom from the pocket of his pants, still bunched below his hips. Then he parts my folds with deft fingers. He swirls his swollen head through my slickness, pressing at my entrance long enough to make me moan.
He grabs my hips and nudges in. I freeze at the invasion, all my focus falling to my tender entrance. I’m soaked, but swollen too, and he’s so big. It’s a stretch, even just the tip of him.
I shift my hips a little at the sting.
He groans.
I writhe against him.
“Cleo... you’re so fucking tight.”
The sting sharpens as he pushes slowly in. Oh fuck, he can’t get in. With a swift thrust of his hips, his head pops in. I moan.
I look down because I feel so full of him, but... it’s just his head.
“Oh, shit,” I pant.
His eyes hold mine as he pushes inside, inch by inch. I moan, clenching. I peek up at him, watching his face tighten as he settles. His eyes slip shut, and I can hear him swallow.
God—he feels so good. I bite my lip and try to keep myself from rocking against him yet.
He twists his hips a little, sending waves of bliss through me. He presses his palms on each side of my shoulders and stretches his glorious torso over me. With his eyes hot on mine, he shifts his hips, pressing the base of his dick against my clit. I let my breath out.
“Oh my God...”
I feel every inch of him—and that’s enough. It’s more than enough... until his forehead drops into the crevice of my neck. I feel his soft lips brush my shoulder. His voice drifts through me. “You’re so tight...”
I love the rasp of it. The need.
“I like this,” I say. It’s all I can think of, and I mean it.
I nudge my chin into his hair. My heart beats hard. I whisper, “You’re so big.”
He punches deeper and my eyes roll back.
He draws out slowly.
Shoves back in.
“I would call you a slut. A little cock whore.” He withdraws his hard length as his eyes hold mine. “But I don’t think you are.” He thrusts his head slowly back in, stretching my entrance. “You’re not a whore, Cleo. You’re playing slut—for me.” His words flare like a match inside my chest.
He shoves his cock deeper inside me... rolls his hips. The base of his cock teases my clit.
I feel his hand against my throat. “Is it because I’m pretty?” he rasps.
I peek at him through my lashes, finding his face tight. He thrusts harder, deeper, and I come up off the bed.
His fingers press against my chin, lifting my head up. His eyes hold mine: searching.
Hard thrust in, then slow draw out... hard thrust in. I jerk around him, stretched so tight I can’t help moaning.
“Master,” I try, aiming to please.
He squeezes my hip. “This body is mine. No one else’s. I’m gonna fuck you hard and use you up and treat you like my whore—and afterward, you’re gonna tell me why you want me so much you’ve got tears coming out of your eyes.”
