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He slowly lifts his head, nuzzling his chin against the soft flesh of my breast. “Say that again. My name.”
“Dan…”
“Say you want me, Peaches.”
“I want you. I always wanted you.”
“Fuck.” He slides his fingers down my stomach and to the warm place between my legs. “You’re soaked, baby.”
I press my lips together, unable to utter a word. And I don’t need to. He brings me to orgasm within minutes, his fingers expertly working my core and clit. It’s like he knows the right places that drive me mad.
While I’m still coming down from it, Daniel removes his trousers and boxer briefs. He flings my legs over his shoulders and drives into me slow, but so deep, hitting my pleasurable spot.
The orgasm elongates as he fucks me tenderly, taking his time to fill me whole before he moves.
My gasps and moans fill the air as the rhythm drives me insane. It’s so similar to the way he fucked me that night eleven years ago.
After the first hard and ruthless ones, he took his time fucking me slowly, savoring me, and I was stupid to think he was making love to me.
Seems I’m stupid right now, too, because I can’t erase that image out of my head.
That word.
That sensation.
My heart soars and my body detonates to life after so many years of being dormant.
My stomach churns and every limb falls into the same pace as his, my hips rotating to meet the power of his.
And just when I think I’ll come, Daniel flips us.
I gasp as he ends up on his back with me on top. The position gets him so deep inside me, I can feel him in my belly.
My palms are on his chest, on his pain and vengeance tattoo, as I stare at him questionably.
“Ride me, Nicole.”
“W-what?”
“Use my cock to get off. I want to see your tits bouncing and your hair flying with how much you fuck me.”
Holy shit.
My heart can’t take this. And neither can my body, but I do it. I lift myself up, then fall down on his cock.
It’s so hard and thick that it hurts a little, but I welcome that burn, and I repeat it over and over again.
Once I find my rhythm, I release his chest and grip his thighs for balance. At first, Daniel watches me with that fire, with that lust, and want, that mirrors mine.
He rakes his eyes over my bouncing breasts, to my wild hair, and finally on where his body meets mine.
Then, he grabs my hips, his hooded eyes focused on mine, and thrusts in me from the bottom.
The rhythm is mad and the friction is so intense that I think I’ll black out from the promise of pleasure alone.
“You look like a fucking goddess, Peaches.”
I come then, my chest squeezing with all the words and touches and everything in between.
