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She sleepily wiggled her bottom against my crotch. “Says who?” she asked in a sweet voice.
The tease of her writhing ass made my cock pump and swell to life.
“You’re so bad,” I chuckled, giving her plump bottom a little spank.
“No, I’m good,” she said. “Ineedyou tonight, Rust. Play with me?”
I reached between her legs and beneath her panties. My fingertips passed through a damp and blistering heat.
I grumbled. “Damn, baby. You’re so wet already.”
“I’ve been waiting for you all night,” she said. She was so tired, her voice barely registered above a whisper. “Fuck me? Please?”
How could I resist her pleas? I pulled her thong to the side and set my glans at her slit. I pushed into her, both of us moaning, as my cock glided right into her tight and juicy grip.
“Damn, you feel good,” I whispered.
Isabelle was so tired, she barely had the strength to move. But she didn’thaveto. Something made tonight so hot, so emotionally raw. I’d never felt so close to her before; it was like our minds and bodies had fused into one since the last time I’d seen her, sometime over the past week.
“I missed you so much, Rust,” she said.
We sweetly rocked against one another, gently coming apart before we put ourselves together again.
“I can tell,” I whispered. “Your pussy’s scorching hot.”
“I’m so into you, Rust,” she said, gasping. She clenched me tighter, her walls fluttering on my length. “I’msofucking into you.”
I knew exactly what she meant. I felt the same way. I knew there was awordfor that—a pretty powerful one—but neither of us had spoken it yet. I tried to muster up the courage to say it.
But what if the time’s not right? What if she thinks it’s cheesy that I say it while I’m fucking her? Isn’t there a better time? What if I scare her off?
Overwhelmed and uncertain, and needing to say something,anything,the words that came out instead were, “I’m so fucking into you, too.” Immediately, I squeezed my eyes shut in shame that I’d fallen short.
But maybe the time just wasn’t right.
If Isabelle was disappointed, though, she didn’t show it.
“Come inside me,” she cried, using up what little energy she had to bounce her hips on me. “Please, Rust, I want it. I want your load.”
Her words alone could bring me to my knees. I thrust into her harder, deeper, faster. Her sweet walls clenched me tighter and tighter, until my balls began to rise. With a roar, I exploded, coating her insides with my load.
“Fuck,” I grumbled, trying to catch my breath.
I held her in silence.
She didn’t move or make a sound. I figured she’d passed out again.
“You asleep?” I whispered.
She turned around and stared at me. A sweet sparkle of hope twinkled in her eye—but there was something else beneath the hope. Something vulnerable. She wasscared.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Rust … I need to talk to you about something.”
My heart began to pound, fearing the worst.
Uh-oh.
