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“You’re gonna make me come,” I managed to mewl.
Those words brought him close to the edge, too—he winced, and I felt his cock swell bigger, fatter, longer.
“Fuck,” he muttered, slowing. “I’m gonna come.”
But why did he say that like it was abadthing?
“Keep going! Don’t stop!” I yelled. “Come inside me!”
Rust shoved himself into me, faster and harder, stuffing me with a relentless barrage of cock. My muscles squeezed him ever tighter.
“I’m coming!” he roared.
“I’m coming, too!”
My mind rocketed out of my body and all I could see was stars—white, tingling stars—as we exploded into climax together.
“Isabelle!” he groaned. His cock pulsated, shooting his load deep inside me.
“Rust!”I screamed, every last nerve in my body thrumming with ecstasy.
Rust kept thrusting, slamming into me, depositing his load deep in my walls. My muscles fluttered on his thickness, milking him for every last drop of his seed.
When it was over, the two of us needed a moment or two to collect ourselves. Rust collapsed on top of me, dead tired, and tightly wrapped his arms around me. I loved the oppressive weight of his big, hot body on top of mine. I squeezed him back, and we basked in each other’s sweltering glow.
“Fuck,” he said at last, still panting for air. “That was hot.”
“So hot,” I agreed, breathless myself.
He rolled off of me. A warm rush of his cream spilled out of me and ran down my ass.
“You’re amazing, Isabelle.”
Hearing him say my name always made my heart swoon. I curled up on my side. Deep in thought, I twirled my finger in his chest hair.
“Can I tell you something, Rust?”
“Sure.”
“I always loved it that you called me ‘Isabelle.’”
He chuckled. “It’s your name, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, but everyone else calls me ‘Izzy.’Which is fine, don’t get me wrong; I don’t mind it. All my friends call me Izzy, too. Butyou’vecalled me by my full name for as long as I can remember.”
Rust nodded. “Izzy is cute, sure. But Isabelle is such a pretty name. I guess it felt kinda wrong to shorten it.”
I grinned. “See? That’s what I mean. I guess my point is, I noticed. And it always made me feel special.” I pressed my lips to his and gave him a sweet kiss. “Plus, I like that no one else calls me that but you.”
“I get it,” he said. “Y’know, no one uses my full name, either.”
My head tilted askew. “Wait, is Rust short for something?”
“Yup. Rustin. It’s a family name.”
“Rustin!” I squealed. “I had no idea. All this time, I really thought your name was just ‘Rust.’” I beamed at him. “So would you prefer it if I called you Rustin then?”
“Nah. Only if you want to.”
