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My eyes roll back in my head. He’s so big, with every thrust, he hits my G-spot, and my second orgasm tremors, searing the lower half of my body. It’s rising fast and strong, and I’m almost afraid for it to break. I’m afraid the onslaught of pleasure will consume me.
His large hand grips my hip, jerking me against him, and I’m bucking my hips, helping him drive deeper.
“You like that.” His voice is a decadent, dirty growl.
“Yes… Yes…” My voice is a shuddering wail, and I’m lost in the rising crest of my orgasm. “More—give me more…” I beg for everything this man will give me.
I’m only dreaming of it when a firm slap! sends pain stinging across the skin of my ass. He smooths it quickly with his palm, and my legs begin to quiver.
Slap! Another strike against my tender skin, and my pussy clenches around his massive cock.
“Oh…” I wail, the stinging pain heightening my pleasure.
“That’s good.” A rough laugh is in his voice, and he gives me one more firm Slap! before returning his grip to my hip for three more deep thrusts.
My knees lift off the mattress. My orgasm twists into an unbearable tightness in my stomach, and I break, shattering into a million pieces, all screaming his name.
I’m shaking, thighs convulsing, and with a shout, he holds me steady, pulsing and filling me until it’s slipping down my legs. We ride it out together until we’re left breathing heavily, trying to recover.
My hips are clutched in his fists, ass raised, and he holds me against his pelvis, his cock still inside me. I’m collapsed forward on the bed, boneless and deeply satisfied. It’s been so long since we were together, so long since I had a mind-altering fuck.
Slowly, he lowers me, placing a hand against my back when he slides out. I don’t move. I lie weakly, listening to him inside the tiny bathroom. The sound of water running, and he returns to me, touching me gently with a warm cloth, cleaning me.
He’s briefly gone again before he returns, kneeling on the bed and pulling me into the pillows. He tucks my body against his chest, and I wrap my arm around his waist. My cheek is at his shoulder, my nose to his neck, and I inhale the scent of sweat and sex and him. A faint hint of citrus lingers on his skin, and I can’t resist kissing him.
“I knew it would be this way.” His voice is a low rumble. “Fiery and wild.”
“You make me come so hard.”
My arm is in his hand, and he traces his thumb back and forth over my skin. His other hand wraps around my long hair, holding it in a ponytail and then sliding down the length over and over.
“When I would remember being with you…” He hesitates as if choosing his words. “I could hear the little noises you make. I could taste your pussy. I
could feel you clenching around my dick. It was torture.”
My eyes squeeze shut, and I fight back the past. I’ve kept those days locked down tight inside. I wouldn’t let my memories of him torment me. Now we’re together. It’s like a dream come true, and I have to let him go.
I can’t let him make me weak or distract me from my purpose. My strength has returned, and I push against the mattress, moving so I’m sitting up beside him on the bed.
He fucked me so well I saw stars, but it doesn’t change the reason I’m here.
“It’s so good to see you again,” I say, daring a look at his face.
His expression is not surprised. He smiles as if he knew I would behave this way. Everything he does should be a warning sign to me. It’s as if he knows exactly what to do to me and exactly how it will affect me, how I’ll respond.
He sits forward in the bed, and my brow collapses at the sight of his stomach muscles flexing. He rotates his legs and stands, giving me the full view of his square, compact ass. The man is a column of tight, rippling muscles, and he’s so fucking sexy.
“I’ll leave you to get cleaned up.” He steps into his slacks and jerks them over his hips. They hang loose for a moment while he pulls the pale blue dress shirt over his head again.
As he fastens the buttons, his blue eyes never leave mine. He shoves his shirttail into his pants before fastening them and stepping to the door to scoop up his blazer.
It’s all very calm and methodical, no anger, simply what happens next. It’s unnerving to me. It makes me want to stop him, tell him to wait.
Try to explain.
