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ing and spread those pink pussy lips wide, the tip slipping in just a bit, before I drove my cock deep inside of her in one hard thrust. She groaned, her falling forward onto the arm of the couch.
“Fuck yes,” she whimpered.
My sentiments exactly.
I drove my cock deeper and deeper into her tight little hole, pumping her with every inch as she cried out in pleasure for me. My name on her lips was an aphrodisiac all by itself but combined with the moans coming from her was the sweetest music I'd ever heard. I wasn't sure how long I could last. Even though I'd cum inside her once today, it wasn't enough. I wanted to keep fucking her for as long as she'd let me, bringing her to climax after climax until I was totally spent or she begged me to stop.
The position I had her in though, was making it hard to hold on. Seeing her ass shake with every thrust, my balls smacking against her smooth, cool flesh, was too much for me. Not to mention the fact that having her bent over like that mean I could go deep inside of her, the walls of her pussy squeezing down against my dick. So deep. So very deep into her depths.
“Don't stop, baby,” she muttered. “That's the spot – oh God, yes.”
“I don't plan on it,” I growled, pummeling myself deep into her.
Her body shuddered, and she pulled her head back, screaming out in pleasure. She didn't have to tell me she was climaxing, I already knew. The spasms around my cock sent shockwaves through my body, forcing me to let go of her hair.
Ember's head fell forward and she grabbed onto a pillow, burying her face into it as she continued to cry out for me, her words were garbled, not even making sense. I knew I'd hit that sweet spot inside of her, and I kept hitting it over and over again, watching her seize and writhe against the couch, losing control of her body.
I had to hold onto her hips with both hands, keeping her steady so I could continue pumping away inside of her. I gritted my teeth, my balls curling up inside of me. No, I commanded my dick, not yet. Gotta keep going – gotta make her come again.
It was too late, though. My cock pulsed as I dug my fingers into Ember's flesh, lifting her ass up off the arm of the couch and holding her against me.
She was whimpering now, her voice barely a whisper, but she said, “Yes, Jude. Come for me, baby. Come hard for me.”
It's not like I had much of a choice. Streams of cum erupted from my cock, filling her up with even more of my seed. Spasm after spasm, my hot, sticky load just kept on coming, along with my orgasm. In that moment, it felt like I'd given a part of me to her. Emptying my seed inside of her felt like a transfer of energy, and as soon as the last wave passed, I was spent.
I almost couldn't stand, and wobbled backward, my dick slipping from her velvety folds. Her thighs were drenched in our juices and I stared, for a long time, admiring the view.
Ember just stayed put over the arm of the couch, her body as limp as a rag doll. As soon as I regained my composure and could breathe again, I scooped her up into my arms. A lazy smile spread across her lips, and her eyes fluttered opened and shut.
“That was amazing,” she said, her voice sleepy.
“That it was,” I said. I kissed the tip of her nose as I carried her upstairs.
Without saying a word, I carried her into my room and laid her down on my bed. I reached down and lifted her dress off and over her head. She let me undress her, looking about as sleepy as I felt. I pulled off the rest of my clothes – which was just a shirt at this point – and crawled into bed beside her, wrapping us both with my blanket.
She naturally curled into me, pressing her body to mine, and before long, we were spooning. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. Our bodies fit perfectly against one another. I fell asleep listening to the sound of her breathing, and I had to admit – I'd never felt so happy in my entire life.
Chapter Eight
Ember
I woke up in the most comfortable bed I'd ever laid in, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. It took me a second to remember where I was and how I'd gotten there. Streaks of light filtered through the heavy, royal blue curtains, showcasing a bedroom I was only really seeing for the first time.
A fluffy royal blue and white comforter was wrapped around my body, while Jude only had the sheet over his waist to keep himself warm. I was a bit of a blanket hog, but in the early morning light, it paid off. He slept peacefully on his back, his right hand over his six pack abs, his left arm touching me. Even in his sleep, he wanted to maintain contact, it seemed. I smiled as I took him in, inch by inch.
His rich brown hair was messy, getting a little long and shaggy for him, but it played nicely with his features and the five o'clock shadow on his face. I traced a fingertip down his chiseled jaw line, having to touch him just to make sure he was real. His eyes opened, sapphire blue and deep enough to drown in. A smile curled at his lips when he saw me staring at him.
“Good morning,” I said, kissing his lips.
He kissed me back, not seeming to care if I had morning breath or not.
“It's always a good morning if you're the first thing I see when I open my eyes,” he said.
“You slay me, Jude,” I giggled playfully. “No man has ever talked to me the way you do.”
His hand cupped my face, reaching around to stroke my hair. “No man has ever deserved you then.”
“And you do?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
