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“I-I want you, Conor. That’s so new for me. Wanting. But I do. I want you. I want your cock. Inside me. Filling me full. Please,” she whispered, and I closed my eyes, enjoying those words spilling from her lips.

“God, you’ve no idea how fucking long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”

She moaned then whimpered when I stopped touching her clit so that I could release my dick from the cage of my jeans.

I grabbed her hips and toppled her forward. Her legs were trapped by her pants, and her hands gripped the sides of the chair as she hovered in place as I helped seat her on my dick.

It took a few tries to get it right, but her already tight pussy, tighter than ever thanks to how her pants locked her legs together, clutched at me as she sank, inch by torturous inch, until I was acting as her chair.

She sat there, prim and proper from the waist up as the Saturns finally scored a goal that had the meager audience cheering while, from below the waist, she was sin incarnate.

With my hands on her ass and hers still on the armrests, we did a better workout than at the gym as we got her working her way down my dick.

“So fucking wet for me, Star. Is that who this is for? All for me?”

“Always,” she moaned. “I’m yours, Conor. I’m yours.”

“My favorite words in the whole of the English language,” I growled, moving one hand around us and drifting my fingers along her core from her drenched slit up to her clit. A sharp, startled cry escaped her as I demanded, “Tell me again who this pussy belongs to.”

“You! You, Conor. Always you,” she breathed, the words frantic as her cunt clutched at me, pulsing in time to the strumming of my fingertips.

After she released a soft sob, I knew she was close. It was the quickest and easiest route to orgasm we’d ever experienced together when, with the shadows of her past haunting us here, I figured it’d take a lot longer.

Because I needed to reclaim this moment, to brand it with us, I made sure to give her clit extra attention.

Even as she raced toward her orgasm, I didn’t let up. Just carried on teasing the nub with one hand, and with the other, I tilted her chin so that our mouths were connected.

I didn’t fuck her there, just forged a link that went deeper than sex. That went deeper than healing scars.

It was us.

Pure.

Simple.

Us.

She groaned into my mouth, small whimpers drifting from her as she ground into me, her hips rocking from side to side as she worked herself on me.

Cock aching like a fucker, I kept the focus on her, dipping my fingers down to the beautiful mess we made together and coating the tips with the juices I found there.

“Feel how fucking wet for me you are, Star,” I rumbled against her mouth.

A mewl escaped her.

“So fucking wet, and so fucking tight, and so fucking perfect. This cunt was made for me, do you know that? No place else I want to be than right here. Even if it means being in the goddamn Saturns’ stadium.”

Her groan combined with a chuckle as her breath hitched when my slick fingers found her clit once more.

Now slippery, it let me move faster and with little friction. Her thrusting slowed and her frame tensed.

“I-I’m going to—”

“Good. Give it to me, baby. Give it to me. I want it. I want you. All of you. Don’t stop,” I rasped, scissoring my fingers down so that I was touching more of her sex.

She cried out, head arching back as her orgasm hit. This time, she locked up, her pussy clamping down around me so that I had no alternative but to be tugged along with her.

She sagged into me, her pussy milking me even as her body thrummed with her satisfaction. Heart pounding as she pulled every ounce of cum from me, I wrapped my arms around her and held her, uncaring that gravity would be shortly working against us, just needing to maintain this close contact.

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