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His hips are slapping against mine and his balls are hitting my ass. My legs are jarring up and down his sides as Zach hammers into me. I hold onto his neck and try to keep steady but it’s useless.
The entire bed is shaking, hitting the wall, making this the loudest fuck in the history of fucks.
And hottest too.
We’re sweating against each other, breathing hot puffs of air.
Him and me.
Two lonely people who belong to each other and no one else.
I caress his stubbled jaw and he tucks his face in my neck like he can’t hold himself up anymore and I hug him to me, letting myself go.
My breath hitches as I fall over the edge.
This orgasm is hands down the best one I’ve ever experienced. It’s different. It starts up in my stomach and radiates out to every little corner in my body. It’s violent too. I’m shaking and twisting and arching, and chanting Zach’s name over and over.
It’s like my body can’t contain the hormones. Can’t contain the avalanche of chemical reactions within me.
When I come back down, Zach pushes himself up from my body.
Still remaining inside of me, he kneels between my open legs and pulls me up, seating my ass over his thighs. This way he can see all of me, laid out in front of him.
It should be embarrassing but it’s not.
In fact, it’s the opposite of that. It’s thrilling. Because he’s watching his horny little slut, and she feels him swelling up inside her cunt.
I arch up for him and press my breasts together.
Moaning, I play with them as he resumes his drives.
His face is a study of tight and beautiful lines as he pounds into me and watches me tweak my raspberry-colored nipples. They’re hypersensitive after my orgasm and I’m spasming every time I pinch them.
His upper lip is pulled down, curled over his teeth, and he’s growling with every stroke. He’s never looked more ferocious, darker than this. More like an animal.
And I’ve never felt more wanton and shameless.
His breathing has changed, become desperate, and sweat is sliding down his chest and his abs. He’s close to coming; I know that. I know the signs.
Just as I knead a bouncing breast and catch a droplet of his sweat at his belly button with my other hand, he tightens up. His jerks become uneven and his black eyes fall shut.
His spine arches, throwing the ridges of his torso into stark relief, as he moans out my name to the ceiling and comes inside of me.
I feel it in my slowly dying heart, that moan, that jerk of his dick.
I sit up and wind my arms around him, bringing us both down on the bed. Groaning, he falls over me.
I’m soothing his back, tracing it with my hands up and down as my channel absorbs his orgasm.
And finally, my body goes limp, listening to his heartbeats.
He’s mine.
The thought floats in my head.
I should feel relief. I thought if I knew he was mine, I’d be happy. I’d be content.
But now that I know he’s mine, I can’t help but think for how long.
