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“Princess,” he says, lining his head with my entrance. “Look at me.”
I look up, meeting his eyes, so soulful, so deep. He nudges into me, cursing under his breath as my head rocks back on a loud moan.
“Fuck,” he says, pausing.
I already feel so full. I need a moment for him to stretch me.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he pants. He rocks into me, and I groan, clutching at his shoulders. He pulls out slightly and then rocks in deeper. He pushes in slowly, slowly, slowly, until finally, he’s completely sheathed to the hilt, his forehead against mine.
“You’re going to be the end of me,” he says.
I touch his cheek, and his eyes flutter open. He takes in three deep breaths as if he’s in the middle of a marathon.
“Take me with you,” I say.
His pupils flare in the filtered streetlight, and he presses his mouth to mine. A soft kiss, a promise of more to come. He’s not the man who just spanked me, depriving me of my orgasm. He’s tender and vulnerable. I trust him.
He runs his knuckles along my cheek as he pulls out and I tilt my head back, giving him my throat. He slams back into me, and I gasp as he groans. I pulse around him as he pulls out and thrusts again, rutting into me as if trying to imprint himself inside me.
It’s deep, and it’s hard, and it’s wild, and the sounds coming from my throat aren’t sounds I’ve ever heard, much less made before. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks, spreading me, adjusting the angle so he can rut deeper, hitting a spot I’ve never felt before.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, feeling my eyes fill with tears.
He picks up the pace. “I’ll never be done fucking your tight, slick cunt. Never.” He charges into me, and I feel my body tighten around him as the orgasm builds, focusing on the base of my spine. He clamps his mouth on that spot where my neck meets my shoulder and scrapes his teeth against it as he swivels his hips just so. I fall over the edge.
“Fuck, Megan,” he groans, fucking me faster and harder as my pussy contracts around him.
“Don’t stop,” I repeat.
“Never,” he says, slapping my ass, igniting something deeper, more primal.
As I continue to fall over the edge, he flips us so that I’m on top. Gravity has its way and I fall onto his cock, where he slips even deeper inside.
“Ride me,” he says, pumping his dick into me. “Ride my cock, princess. Show me how well you take it.”
I rock back and forth, trying to find a rhythm. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never been on top. He’s so deep inside me that I feel like I’m out of my body, my eyes rolled back in my head and my head lolling with his thrusts. He grips my hips and pumps into me, launching me forward. I catch myself with my hands on his chest. He takes my hand and sucks on my middle finger. Then he pushes me back and nudges my hand between my legs.
“Play with yourself, baby,” he says. “Play with your clit, pinch your nipples.”
I do what he says on a deep, core-shuddering moan. I feel him expand inside me, deeper, harder. But I’ve found my rhythm, riding his dick, rubbing my clit against my fingers.
“Look at me,” he says between gritted teeth.
I can tell he’s about to come and just before he does, I shatter. He grips my chin with his fingers, forcing me to watch him fall apart.
It’s so intense, so personal, watching what I do to him. His jaw tenses. His eyes go wide. And then, his neck tightens and he jerks his orgasm inside me with a growl. A growl that sounds like my name.
But it spurs me on, and I ride him through my own aftershocks, milking him with my pussy. I rock against him until I can’t anymore, and I collapse against him.
His fingertips trace long, soothing lines up my spine, from my neck to the peak of my ass. It’s so soothing and intimate, especially with him still inside me. And yet, it feels natural. Good even.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice muffled against my hair.
I don’t know how long we’ve been laying like this. I feel my cheeks flush, embarrassed that I maybe did something I’m not supposed to do. I’m probably not supposed to lie on top of my one-night stand after sex for a long time, like we’re committed or something.
“Yeah,” I say, pushing up from him.
He grabs at my elbows and holds me there. I look down at him and he pushes my hair back, tucking it behind my ear. Then he pulls me down, leaving only a fraction of an inch between us.
