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"Jack!" I cry out, arching my back, unable to believe how good this feels.
"Yes, angel, scream my name," he demands, making circles around my nipple with his tongue. "That's the only name you need to remember from now on."
And then he inserts another finger, curling them inside of me, and I lose my mind.
"Jack, please…" I beg, sucking in a breath.
"Please what?" He slightly bites my nipple, two fingers moving inside of me and a thumb petting my clit.
I arch my back even more, scratching his back with my nails.
"Please come inside of me." I can't believe my own words when they leave my mouth.
I have to run; I have to hate him.
Then why do I want him so much?
The pleasure I felt when Jack Harden filled my pussy with his fingers is incomparable to what I feel when his dick slides inside of my hole, filling my body to the brim.
For a second, it seems like I won't be able to move with him inside of me; it’s like I can't even breathe.
Harden totally fits his last name: this man’s cock is big, hard, and powerful.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, it’s like I'm claiming a virgin," he groans and starts moving slowly.
I don't want to tell him I haven't had sex for more than two years, so maybe that's the reason.
At first, his strokes are slow and careful, he's letting me adjust to his size, and I'm grateful for that. Each time he pulls out and shoves in, he reaches my secret spot, and my inner walls squeeze his cock even harder.
And then, when he feels me move my hips, digging my nails into his back, his movements become faster and stronger, and we start moving in unison, finding our own rhythm.
It doesn't take me long to come. My body tightens under him, and my whole body screams for this pleasure.
"Jack!" I cry out his name again as my walls fall down, and I break into thousands of little pieces.
The fireworks of my climax spread all over my body, from my toes to my crown, filling me with more pleasure than I’ve ever felt before.
I start shaking, and Jack falls onto his elbows, hiding his face in my neck when he finds his own release, and I feel his warm cum shoot inside of my hole.
"Crystal…" He whispers my name like a predator attracting its prey, convulsing out of pleasure, and his every stroke elongates my own gratification.
My legs become weak and fall to the side beside him, and so do my hands, unable to dig into his back anymore.
I probably left scratches on him. Maybe even bruises. I couldn't control myself while he was inside of me. It was as if I was bewitched.
I was possessed by the devil, but instead of running away, I submitted to him.
He pulls out slowly and rolls to the side, trying to recover.
For a couple of minutes, we just lie motionless, unable to move or speak.
And then I realize that I'm the one who’s supposed to leave the room.
It's his bedroom; mine is on the other side of the penthouse.
Should I say something before I go?
I rise on my elbows, forcing myself to look at him.
