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He turned to me, a sensual smile on his face as he closed the distance between us. Connor practically growled as he put his hands on my hips and squeezed before moving them to open the button and zipper of my slacks. I stood still as a statue while he undressed me, loving the hungry look in his eyes as he slid my pants down my legs, exposing the lilac-colored thong I wore underneath. His hands went up my legs as I stepped out of my pants, coming to a rest on my ass.

I shivered with pleasure at the way he touched me, the way he gazed down at me with pure animal hunger in his eyes. I quickly opened my blouse as he squeezed my ass, pulling it off over my shoulders, eager to be naked with him once again.

His hands still on my ass, Connor lifted me off the ground, carrying me with ease over to the long, dark red couch that dominated the sitting space of the first floor of the apartment. I loved how he carried me so effortlessly, as if I didn’t weigh anything at all. Once we were at the back of the couch, he set me down on top of it and kissed me hard again.

“What have you got in mind?” I was desperate to know what he wanted next, eager to hear him say the words.

“I’ve got something very specific in mind,” he said as he stood over me, his hand moving along my thigh once more.

“And… what’s that?”

“Finding out how you taste.”

Without another word, he kissed me hard again, his lips moving along my jaw, then down my neck, then over my collarbone. When he reached my breasts, he pulled one bra cup down and then the other, lavishing them with kisses, making each nipple go hard in his mouth before kissing along my stomach.

My chest rising and falling with anticipation, I watched as he took hold of my panties and gently pulled them down my thighs, bringing them past my knees and then to my ankles, where they dropped from my feet and onto the floor in a small, lilac-colored heap.

He swept his hand over my inner thighs, spreading my legs and dropping onto his knees between them. His lips found one thigh and he kissed along it until he reached my pussy, spreading my lips with his fingers.

“Oh… ohshit.” Hardly the most articulate thing to say, but what else could I even think to utter when quite possibly the sexiest man I’d ever seen in my life was eating me out?

Just as he’d touched me in the car, Connor pleased me with expert skill, his tongue dancing over my clit, delight throbbing through my body. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, the soft pattering of the rain outside blending with the sound of Connor’s tongue on me. His tongue made slow circles around my clit, a finger entering me and curling just the right way to hit my G-spot.

“Oh, just like that,” I moaned. “Please, just like that.”

He glanced up at me, flashing a cocky little grin as if he knew just how good he was making me feel, how near I was to another orgasm. It was strange—though he was on his knees pleasing me, there was no doubt in my mind that he was the one in control, that I was going to come on his terms, when he was ready. He brought me to the brink of orgasm, then pulled me back only to push me there again, licking in such a way that he kept me right on the brink.

“Please,” I moaned. “Please make me come.”

He flashed me one more grin, as if my words were just what he’d been waiting for. With a few more precise movements of his tongue, Connor pushed me over the brink and sent me plunging into the hot depths of a volcanic climax. I came hard as hell, putting my hands on the back of his head and holding him in place, making sure he carried me all the way through the pleasure.

When the orgasm faded, he rose from between my legs and wiped my juices from his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes narrowed over his palm as he stared at me hard. Still shaking from the second orgasm, I reached forward and opened his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear and letting his thick, hard cock spring out.

Connor grinned as he took off his shirt, putting his gorgeous body on full display. I pulled him closer, bringing his cock to me.

“If you want this,” he said as I stroked his cock. “You’re going to have to ask nicely for it.”

I chuckled. “You’re such a prick.”

Connor shook his head. “No,that’ssuch a prick. I’m more of an asshole.”

“You’re telling me.”

“Now, let’s hear it.”

I shifted where I sat, squirming at the anticipation of the nearness of his cock. There was no sense in denying it; I would’ve done anything for him to be inside of me.

“Please, give it to me,” I said. “Please bury your cock deep. I need it so goddamn bad.”

He flashed me another grin. “That’ll do nicely, love.”

Connor stepped forward once more, closing the distance between us and pushing his cock inside. I moaned, wincing as he entered me, his thickness stretching me out, filling me full. Through the incredible pleasure, I managed to open my eyes and watch as all of his inches disappeared.

He grunted as he plunged his cock deep inside, his shredded abs tensing, his arms going taut as he grabbed onto my hips and held me in place. Connor gripped firmly the soft flesh of my hips, pulling back and driving his thick cock into me, pushing out a fresh wave of pleasure that sent waves of electricity through my body.

I was so wet that even his massive size was able to drive into me with ease. He picked up his pace, beginning the sort of hard, steady thrusting that quickly put me into a trance-like state, my breasts shaking hard from the power of his penetration. He reached behind me, grabbing a handful of my hair. I opened my eyes and he gazed hard at me, pure sexual passion in his stare.

“Come for me,” he said, the soft sounds of flesh against flesh filling the air. “Right now.”

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