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“You’re dripping wet,” he groaned when he pushed his fingers into me.
“I know,” I said huskily.
He pumped his fingers in and out of me, and my nipples hardened against my bra. Shivers stretched across my body, and Wesley kissed me again. He probed my mouth with his tongue in almost the same rhythm he pumped his fingers into me, and the sensation pushed me closer to the edge of my first orgasm. He’d done it in no time at all.
Wesley wasn’t like any guy I’d been with before—he knew exactly what to do to make me melt, turn me into putty in his hands, and he could do whatever he wanted to me, and I would agree.
Wesley retrieved his hand and spun me around so that I faced the wall. I caught myself, holding my hands up, my palms flat against the cool wall. Wesley pushed his cock against my ass. He undid my bra and peeled it off my shoulders. I let it fall to the ground.
Wesley reached around me and cupped my breasts, tweaking my hard nipples. He pinched them, rolling them between his fingers, and I whimpered with pleasure.
I turned my head to the side, and Wesley let go of one breast, cupping my cheek and kissing me. He planted kisses on my neck, my hair, and he nipped the skin on my shoulder between his teeth so that I yelped. The burst of pain only brought more pleasure, and I moaned again.
Wesley pulled me away from the wall and turned me to the side, pushing me toward the dining room table that wasn’t too far off. I leaned on the table, my ass to him, and he curled his body around me again. He still wore his pants, but I didn’t have time to protest and take them off. His hand pushed into my panties, and I quivered when he ran circles around my clit with his strong fingers.
I trembled against him, my orgasm close now. I shivered and squealed, waiting for the pleasure to erupt at my core.
Wesley kept me teetering on the edge, teasing me, and I pushed my hips back so that my ass was against him. He bit out a curse word, but he continued the onslaught on my clit, making me tremble and shiver with the need to release.
When the orgasm rolled over me, I mewled and bit my lip. Pleasure rocked my body, the intensity more than anything I’d felt before. I braced myself on the table, barely able to hold myself up as the intensity of my orgasm tightened my muscles, making me whimper and moan until the pleasure took my breath away.
When I came down from the orgasm, I collapsed onto the table.
Wesley let go of me, and I heard him undo his buckle and zipper. I glanced over my shoulder, and I watched him push down his pants, revealing a large, thick cock. It was bigger than anything I’d seen before.
He reached for his wallet and found a condom. He made quick work of tearing the foil and rolling the rubber around his cock.
His eyes caught mine, and they were pure need, the pupils dilated. His eyes had taken on a jewel tone that didn’t seem possible—it had to be the way the lights down below came into the full-length windows that overlooked the city.
Wesley pulled my panties down to my knees without ceremony, put his one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder, and he pushed his cock against my entrance.
We hadn’t engaged in a lot of foreplay, but we didn’t have to. I was wetter than wet.
I whimpered as Wesley pulled back and pushed into me again. He moved slowly, as if he knew that his size was a challenge. My body stretched to accommodate him, and slowly, Wesley picked up the pace. He pulled his hips back, pushing into me again so he was flush with my ass, and repeated the process. He pumped into me, fucking me harder and deeper and faster.
I breathed and sighed in rhythm with his fucking. My legs were jelly, and I struggled to brace myself on the table, but Wesley held me up with his hand on my hip. With the other, he reached around and cupped my cheek. His hand was large, so he held onto my chin, and he held up my body. I bit my lip as he pounded into me. My cries and moans bounced off the walls, and his growls and groans mixed with them to create the symphony of our sex. Our hips slapping together, his balls against my pussy, created the percussion, and I lost myself in the sensation of pure, unadulterated pleasure that threatened to consume me.
I orgasmed a second time, balanced between his cock inside me, a hand on my hip, and another on my chin. He was tall and broad, and I was small and delicate against this enormous frame.
When the second orgasm faded, Wesley pulled out of me.
He spun me around and kissed me before he picked me up. I yelped when he threw me over his shoulder, his hand on my thigh, holding me in place. I had a view of his perfect ass, only partially obscured by the pants he still wore low—he’d only pulled it down enough to get his cock out.
He walked through the penthouse, and it was bigger than I expected, with stairs that led to a second floor. He carried me through more entertainment rooms, past a private living area, and toward the end of a long hallway. When we reached his bedroom, he dropped me on the mattress, and I yelped again.
He kicked off his shoes and pants, finally naked. I took a moment to wriggle out of my panties completely, dropping the fabric to the floor. I only had a moment to catch my breath.
Wesley climbed onto the mattress, and it dipped under his weight. He covered my body with his, and my legs fell open for him. I wrapped them around his thick thighs, and he kissed me. I breathed hard, clinging onto him. My nails dug into his skin, and he growled sharply. He collapsed onto the mattress on top of me, pinning me down. His head went to my neck, and he nibbled on the skin, kissing and biting his way upward until he sucked on my earlobe. Goosebumps ran over my shoulders and down my arms.
In no time, Wesley’s cock found its way into me again, and he pumped his hips, fucking me hard. I held onto him for dear life, his thick shoulders under my hands as I gripped him, and I felt the muscle ripple under my skin. He pounded into me, crushing my body into the mattress, and murmurs escaped my lips.
He grabbed my breast and massaged it, tugging at my nipple, pinching and pulling so that I cried out with pleasure. He was rough with me, but I didn’t feel pain. All I felt was another orgasm slowly growing inside of me. He pushed me near the edge of my third orgasm, clenching his jaw. His face was riddled with pleasure as he bucked his hips, hammering his cock into me.
His grunts turned into cries as he pushed with greater strength.
When my orgasm crashed into me, I gripped his shoulders and mewled loudly. Wesley didn’t slow down to let me ride this one out as he’d done before. Instead, he pumped into me harder still, making my breasts jiggle and bounce.
The orgasm took my breath away, my cries falling silent as I curled in ecstasy beneath Wesley’s large body. He pushed into me as deep as he could go—which was pretty fucking deep with his size—and bit out a sharp cry. I felt the orgasm roll through him as his muscles tightened against me, his stomach rock hard, his arms thick and powerful on either side of my head, and his cock throbbed as he released inside of me.
