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Once the cold steel was pressed against the backs of my thighs, he hefted me onto it, his head immediately dipping to catch a nipple between his teeth. My hands went to his locs, pushing his hair back so I could watch, enthralled, as my areola disappeared in mouth. He spread my legs wide, pushing his fingers into me again and taking advantage of the different angle to go deeper. I squirmed against his hand, whimpering my pleasure as he brought his mouth back to mine to swallow my scream as another orgasm hit me,hard.

“I think,” Tristan said, when he finally pulled away from the kiss. “We should probably take these off you.”

I only wondered for a moment what he was talking about before he was grabbing the waistband of my panties, pulling them off. I lifted myself so he could slide them over my ass before snatching them down my legs, and… putting them in his pocket.

I wrinkled my nose at him. “That’s disgusting.”

“You think so?” he asked, smirking as he lifted the fingers he’d had in my pussy and stuck them in his mouth, closing his eyes and grunting a little as he sucked the taste of me off them. He spread my legs again, stepping between them before he put his hand to the back of my neck, holding me there as he met my gaze. “I want to make you cum again. And again.”

“Yes.Please.” Was my immediate response.

He palmed my breast, giving it a slow caress before closing his thumb and pointer finger over my nipple, squeezing hard enough to make my pussy throb again. “Tell me what you want.”

“Youknowwhat I want,” I whimpered as he tugged again.

Tristan smirked, dropping his mouth to mine as he fished his wallet from the pocketwithoutmy panties in it. It got tossed somewhere once he’d maneuvered a condom out.

“Iguessyou’ve earned this today,” he said, and I started to roll my eyes until he pulled his shirt over his head, finally confirming what Ithoughtwas underneath his clothes. He wasn’t chiseled and carved, but he wasdefinitelyrock solid, and covered in beautiful ink that would have to wait for another time to explore.

Mywholeattention was needed for when he pulled down his shorts and boxers to reveal a thick, beautifully veined dick that most certainly did look like the kind you had toearn.

He chuckled at whatever he must’ve seen on my face as he grabbed the condom to put on.

“What?” I asked, shivering a little as he touched me to step between my legs, and rid me of the wrinkled dress I still, for some reason, had on.

“Your eyes went wide as fuck,” he said, biting down on his lip as he teased me, rubbing the smooth, condom-sheathed head over my clit. “You’ve seen one of these before, right?”

“One ofthese? No,” I answered, taking a fortifying breath as he lined himself up with my pussy.

He smirked, then pushed into me, filling me all at once with one firm stroke that snatched the air from my lungs. “Congratulations then… you deserve this.”

I hooked my thighs around his waist, rolling my hips to match his rhythm. With my arms around his neck, I let my head fall back, feeling like I must’ve done something very,veryright if Tristan’s slow, deep strokes were what I deserved. He confirmed my assumption by grabbing the back of my neck again, dragging my mouth to his to whisper“good fuckin’ girl” against my lips as he pumped harder.

Those words seemed to unlock a whole new level of wetness, a whole new depth. Tristan pushed deeper, matching his strokes to the lapping of his tongue against mine as he drove faster.

Deeper still.

Harder.

I was hanging on to whatever I could, his biceps, his shoulders, his waist, his locs, too overwhelmed to settle on any one thing, or actually…anything.

Which was fine.

He had it – hadme– completely under control, every adjustment, every touch, every shift making me wetter, making me shiver, dragging what felt like every one of my nerves to the surface to be stimulated and treated to the same pleasurable rush.

Rush.

A perfect word to describe the feeling that swept over me gradually, and then all at once, making me lose the ability – and will – to breathe.

To see.

To think.

There was nothing but feeling, nothing butheaven, nothing but the flood of wetness and moans of pleasure and that slight,blissfulmoment of pain as he slammed into me one last time and stayed there, his hips pumping ashecame.

“Wow,” I whispered, when I could finally get my mouth and my brain back in sync.

Tristan chuckled as he pulled out of me, creating an absence I felt immediately. “I… feelexactlythe same fucking way,” he said, picking up his shorts, but handing me my dress back before he put them on.

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