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“Not in the least.”
“Well, then I suppose there’s no point in trying to be nice about it. I just love sluts, especially the kind with nice tits and a mouth that can drain a man in seconds.”
She raises her hand. “Oh, that’s me!”
I laugh, grabbing her and lifting her into the air, spinning her around until she’s giggling and screaming to be let down. I put her down gently, leaning in for a kiss and tasting joy on her lips.
Our kiss turns into touching, grinding, and finally, the unspoken need to fuck each other’s brains out. My pants are on the floor in an instant, and I tear her panties off and fling them across the room.
“Hey, those were my good ones,” she protests.
“I’ll buy you a hundred more pairs. The only thing I care about is cumming in your tight little pussy again. I’m not waiting,” I growl, and I feel the goosebumps on her thighs as I push her back onto the couch.
I want to be deep inside her, fucking her like a beast, but something else comes over me as I kneel down in front of her, and I want to taste her. I want to give her pleasure without allowing my own needs to take over.
“What are you doing?” she asks, covering her pussy as I lower my mouth to it.
“Eating your pussy,” I reply matter-of-factly.
“Um, that’s okay. I’m wet enough already,” she replies.
I smirk. “Oh, come on. I know you’re not that shy.”
“I’m not shy, I just don’t need it. I really want to feel you inside of me,” she says, smiling but refusing to take her hand away from her pussy. I feel like she’s worried about something, but I’m not going to dig into it. When a woman says she wants you to fuck her, you fuck her.
I shrug, climbing back up to my feet and grabbing her legs, pulling her toward me until her hips are level with mine. Her breasts fall toward her face at this angle, and her cheeks burn a beautiful shade of pink.
I love the way she looks when she’s horny and desperate. Just knowing that she’s going to be so wet for me makes my cock so hard it aches.
I enter her slowly, easing myself into her so that she’s clawing at me to quicken my movements. She wanted to get fucked, but I’m going to make love to her. I’ve never done it before, but I’m curious to try it. Something tells me it’ll be worth the slow grind.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans. “Fuck me, Savva. Fuck me hard.”
I continue moving slowly, torturing both of our bodies with the pleasure only this level of tension could create. “Just relax, baby. We’re going to take it nice and slow.”
She shudders, her abs tightening as I move even slower. “Fuck, I can’t take it anymore,” she says.
“I’m sure you can. Relax,” I tease moving my hips in a wave-like motion.
“Give. It. To. Me,” she snarls, clawing at my forearms so hard that she leaves red streaks down them.
I quicken my pace, moving at her desired speed and abandoning my attempts to make love to her. Maybe she’s not ready for that yet, still driven by the impulsive obsessive energy that overtook both of us when we met.
I would’ve thought things would change by now, and that her attitude would reflect my declaration of permanence, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. If anything, she’s grown even more desperate for me since we made things official.
I lift her hips further, slamming into her and watching her pussy stretch to take my girth. It’s amazing to me that something so tight and subtle is capable of accepting my cock. I’m not one to brag about size, but I’m not average.
I find her clit with two of my fingers, rubbing it in tight circles as I fuck her. She moans her approval, and I feel like cumming the moment I hear her sweet, agonized pleasure. I hold back, moving slower again to prevent myself from releasing too early.
But as she climaxes, I feel compelled to do the same, my balls jerking up as I unload inside of her. I tilt my head back, thrusting deep and filling her up.
I feel heaven for a few precious seconds.
Then, I collapse on top of her, allowing myself to sink fully into her softness. Her skin is so soft that I forget to tell Maxim that I’m not planning on leaving before I fall asleep.
Sometime in the night, we end up switching positions, and Oakley sleeps on top of me.
The next morning, I let Pasha and Greg know that I’m coming to breakfast before jumping into my clothes and smoothing my hair back with water from the sink. I don’t look perfect, but it’s good enough. Our meetings are never that formal.
