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Oh, the baseball bat analogy is spot on.

I whimper.

Grabbing his wallet, Sawyer pulls a condom out and rips it open. I watch every move he makes, transfixed by the sheer beauty of the moment. Yes, it’s positively beautiful. The man, his cock, his graceful actions. I can feel his eyes on me, watching me watch him.

When he’s sheathed in protection, he moves to cover me, my legs instinctively wrapping around him. His cock is heavy against my stomach as his lips find mine once more. This time, the kiss is slow and tender, yet still packs quite the passionate punch.

“I really want to take it slow for our first time, but I have a feeling once I’m inside you, I won’t be able to do slow.”

“Don’t do slow. I want you to take.”

His blue eyes search mine. “You sure?”

“Definitely,” I state. To punctuate my point, I tilt my hips, sliding my wetness along the base of his cock.

“Fuck, I can feel how wet you are,” he moans.

“Because I want you so bad. You make me so crazy-wet.” I’m panting again as anticipation and yearning collide. I’m ready, so very ready for this.

As if to validate my statement, he moves his hand between our bodies and slips a finger into my pussy. “Fuck, Alison,” he whispers a raspy breath.

“That’s the plan,” I retort, knowing I’m pushing the limits on how much of my mouth he’ll take. In fact, I’m hoping to shove him straight over his breaking point. Out of control Sawyer is quickly becoming one of my favorite facades.

He growls in my ear before biting my lobe. It sends a shockwave of pleasure straight to my core. He pushes up on his elbow and takes his cock in his other hand. I get a jolt of desire at the prospect of watching him stroke himself off.

I’ll have to see if that’s on the menu later.

Lining himself up at my entrance, he gently pushes forward. There’s a stretch and burning sensation as my body adjusts to allow his girth. His eyes pin me to the floor just as much as his body. He makes small thrusts until he’s fully seated inside me. The slight tinge of pain as I accommodate his size is quickly replaced by pure rapture.

Then he pulls almost completely out and stops. Our eyes lock for a heartbeat, and he thrusts forward.

Hard.

And all bets are off.

The pace is set immediately. It’s fast and hungry, with slapping skin and guttural grunts. My nails sink into the tender skin of his back, probably hard enough to draw blood, but he doesn’t complain. In fact, the pain almost spurs him on. My back burns from the rug, but I ignore it. Instead, I focus on the joy sweeping through my body as it climbs high and higher. So high, the clouds are within my reach.

Sawyer is getting close too. I can feel it in his movements and taste it on his skin. I hang on tight as he takes me straight to the edge. I’m teetering there, hanging on by a thread, and begging for that final push.

“Are you ready to come, Alison?” he asks, pausing when he’s buried to the root.

“Yes. God, yes. Please.” Each word comes out a gasp, a declaration, and a plea.

Sawyer pulls out and then slams back in. The friction and angle send me flying over the edge, freefalling through encompassing white light. My body bears down on his as my orgasm rips through it like an exorcism. His cock swells one last time as he pumps hard, stilling and spilling my name from his lips with his release. Sawyer moves as shutters wrack his body until he’s unable to move any longer.

When exhaustion sets in, he collapses on top of me, a tangled mess of sweaty limbs and labored breathing. There’s something incredibly comforting about feeling the weight of his body pressing into me, even if he’s pressing me into the uncomfortably hard floor.

Without saying a word, he adjusts his weight to take the brunt of it off me but still keeping me pinned to the floor. My fingers slip into the wet strands of his hair, toying with the ends and savoring the feel of it between my fingers. He cups my jaw tenderly before placing soft kisses along my clammy neck.

“That was,” he starts, but doesn’t finish.

“Yeah,” I confirm, unable to find my own word to describe it.

Incredible? Unforgettable? Epic?

Probably all of those and more.

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