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I loved the feel of him in my mouth, his skin smooth, his shaft rock hard. I swirled my tongue around the bulbous tip before I bobbed my head back and forth, stroking him in and out of my mouth. He tasted like salt and desire, and it was erotic as hell. While I bobbed my head back and forth, eliciting moans and groans from Troy, I cupped his balls with my other hand and massaged them carefully.
“Fuck, Mackenzie,” Troy moaned.
He pushed his hand into my hair and curled it into a fist. He held onto me, encouraging me to take in more of him, to suck him harder and faster, and I did as he asked. I loved the taste of him, the feel of him, and hearing the sounds of pleasure that escaped his mouth the closer and closer I pushed to orgasm.
I didn’t want him to finish. I wanted to give him pleasure, but I wanted him inside of me, and when his cock got harder, twitching once or twice in my mouth, I pulled back so that he slipped out.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Troy said in a gravelly voice.
He took my hand and pulled me up so that our naked bodies were pressed against each other. My breasts pushed against his naked chest, skin on skin. He wrapped his arms around my body and held me tightly so that the length of him was pressed up against me.
Troy walked me backward, lowered me onto the bed, and he helped me shift up to where the pillows were. When I lay down, I wrapped my arms around his neck, but he slid his hands up my arms and moved them until my arms were raised over my head. He held onto my wrists, taking them together in one large hand, keeping me in that position so that my body was stretched out.
Slowly, sensually,teasingly, he slid his other hand down my body.
I whimpered and mewled as he cupped my breast, rubbing the nipple before he pinched it. He sucked on my nipple again, scraping his teeth against it, alternating between my breasts until my whimpers had turned into cries, and I writhed on the bed, aching for more. I was so wet I could feel the slick patch between my legs, and he was teasing me.
“Troy,” I begged. “Please.”
“Please, what?” he asked, feigning confusion.
“You’re driving me crazy.” The same words he’d used.
He chuckled, taking pleasure from my begging.
He dipped his head again, sucking a nipple into his mouth. He kissed and licked me, but he moved his hand down my body, over my hip, between my legs. My thighs fell open for him, and he dipped two fingers into me, spreading my wetness up and down my slit. I moaned when he drew circles around my clit, still holding my arms in place, still sucking on my nipple. He rendered me completely useless as I gave myself over to the undivided pleasure.
When he slid his fingers into me again, I cried out. He stroked them in and out of me, starting slow, mimicking the rhythm I’d used while I’d sucked him off. The feel of him pumping his fingers into me drove me wild with need, and I whimpered and bucked my hips against his hand.
I wanted more. I wanted all of him. I wanted him on top of me, pushing into me, and what he did now only made me ache for him that much more.
Troy knew it, and he was set on drawing it out, teasing me until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Troy,” I gasped. I was getting closer and closer to an orgasm, and Troy kept me balanced there, moving between my entrance and my clit. He pushed me toward the edge, but he didn’t let me topple over before he changed his approach again. “Please,” I moaned. “Let me orgasm.”
Troy’s throaty chuckle was delicious and filled with pleasure—he loved it that I begged and pleaded, and the truth was, I loved what he was doing to me, too.
He focused his attention on my clit, rubbing me hard and fast, and this time, he didn’t try to draw it out and tease me even more. He rubbed his finger, knowing just where to press, and a moment later, I fell apart. I cried out as pleasure rocked my body and took my breath away, and I curled on the mattress in ecstasy.
I’d barely recovered from the orgasm when Troy crawled over me. His face bore a primal expression of pure hunger. He positioned himself between my legs, ready to take me.
He hesitated and scowled.
“Wait,” he said, and he shifted his body, rummaging in his nightstand drawer. He found a condom and wrapped himself up, moving quickly. I was still recovering from my orgasm and relearning how to breathe.
Troy came back to me, and this time there was nothing to wait for. He wrapped a hand around my thigh and hiked my leg up, holding it by his side. He dropped his head into my neck and nipped the skin, scraping his teeth against me. His cock found my entrance, and I held my breath in anticipation. When he slid into me, I moaned until he was buried to the hilt.
He paused when he was inside of me, and I trembled around him. He was trembling, too. His eyes locked on mine, and we stared at each other, caught up in each other, and nothing else existed, nothing else mattered.
When he started moving his hips, pulling back and pushing back in, I moaned. He thrust harder and harder, stroking in and out of me with increasing speed and with his body on top of mine, his fucking pushed the breath in and out of my lungs in the same rhythm. The room filled with the sounds of our sex—the slap of our hips together, our gasping and moaning.
In no time at all, I was on the edge of another orgasm. Troy pumped into me, not waiting to draw it out this time, and I toppled over. I cried out, my body releasing so that a powerful wave washed over me. I wrapped my legs around his body and locked my ankles, and Troy grunted as he pumped his hips harder, ramping up the intensity of my orgasm.
I arched my back, and the pleasure took my breath away. Troy planted kisses on my face and neck while I rode out the orgasm, and when I came down from my high, gasping and moaning, he kissed me on the lips. My breathing was erratic, my lips parted as I caught my breath, and I gripped his shoulders, his back, my nails biting into the skin.
Troy groaned, lust still etched on his face.
He pulled out and lay down on his back, and I didn’t need him to tell me what he wanted.
