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And then he’s between my legs again, his hands on my breasts now, and his tongue flicks back and forth over my clit faster and faster. I cry out, and when the pleasure building at my core is too much for me to handle, I erupt in an orgasm that rolls over my body.
Blake groans as I buck my hips against his mouth.
When he finally lets me go, I’m breathing hard, aching to have him inside me.
“Fuck me,” I moan.
He chuckles, the sound deep and inviting.
The condom wrapper tears and Blake rolls the rubber over his cock before he grabs me and kisses me. His cock is hard and slick and I tremble at the thought of Blake plowing into me.
But he doesn’t right away. Instead, he kisses me deeply, and then he flips me over with surprising ease. When I’m on my stomach, I push up on all fours so that my ass points to Blake, and he grips my hips. His cock finds my entrance, and Blake pushes into me.
I cry out and gasp when he’s buried inside me. He’s even larger than I thought and he fills me up, stretching me to the limit. I shiver and tremble around his cock, the pleasure already coming in small waves again and he hasn’t done anything yet.
Blake keeps still as he runs his hands over my bare back. One hand slides into my hair, and he curls it into a fist, tugging lightly. The other hand comes around me, cupping my breast, and Blake leans forward so that his chest is against my back. He pulls me up and back so that I rely on him for my balance—he’s completely in control.
When he starts to move inside me, I cry out. Blake turns my head and kisses me, slowly stroking in and out of me. He has a height advantage—against him, I’m tiny, and he can use me as he pleases.
And God, I want him to take everything he wants, to fuck me in every way he envisions.
After kissing me sensually for a moment, Blake lets me down to the mattress and I brace myself as he starts to fuck me harder and harder. My moans turn into cries as his balls slap against my pussy and my breast jiggle with the motion.
I orgasm again. It comes out of nowhere and washes over me so that I collapse my chest to the bed, unable to hold myself up. I curl my hands around the sheets under me, gripping tightly while Blake rams into me from behind, drawing out my orgasm, making me unravel.
When I gasp for air, coming down from my sexual high, Blake pulls out of me. I roll to the side and onto my back before he comes back to me.
When he crawls over me, the mattress beneath me dips under his weight, and I shiver and moan when he slides into me again.
Now that we’re face to face, it’s a lot more sensual. Blake slows down his rhythm so that he strokes in and out of me, languidly, teasingly. He plants kisses on my neck and I moan softly, running my hands down his back and back up again.
Blake pushes up, his hands on either side of my head, and he starts bucking his hips faster and harder again. My body rocks on the bed and the headboard above me knocks into the wall. The soundtrack of our sex fills the room, our bodies colliding, the headboard pounding, all accentuated by our grunts and moans and cries.
I’m close to orgasm yet again, and my pussy feels swollen, but the pleasure is incredible and I can’t get enough of Blake.
He fucks me harder again. I want to tell him to roll over so that I’m on top, but he’s in charge, and I like it this way. I want to give him what he wants. I like being what he needs. I don’t think about anything other than right now.
Blake’s strokes shorten, and he pounds into me faster and faster. His breathing is shallow and erratic and I know he’s getting close.
I warp my legs around his waist. When I pull up my hips, the angle he hits me at with every stroke is just right, and I orgasm a third time.
While I cry out, pleasure racking my body, Blake bites out a cry and buries himself inside me as deep as he’ll go. I feel him jerking as he releases, his cock at my very core, and it’s incredible.
We ride out our orgasms together.
When the pleasure subsides, Blake pulls out of me.
He plants a quick kiss on my lips before he walks to the bathroom. When he comes back a moment later, he’s sans condom and he crawls onto the bed again. He pulls me tightly against him, his chest to my back, and I can feel his heart hammering.
“I should go,” I say in a husky voice.
“Not yet,” he murmurs.
His hand finds my breast and he massages me. He rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and the sensation in the wake of our orgasms is incredible.
Finally, he stops, and we just lay together in the aftermath of our sex.
This bubble is going to burst soon. I know that. At some point, guilt and regret might set in. But I won’t let myself feel or think anything until that happens.
