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“Please, Redix.”
Still watching me. Still grinning. Still ramming his fingers in my ass, he sucks my clit again before he taunts again, “Are you sure you want me to fuck this tight little virgin hole too?”
I couldn’t be more bold, more desperate. “Fuck my ass now, Redix.”
“I’ll go slow.” He stands up at the edge of the bed. “Just tell me if you want me to stop or if you want more.”
With everything he’s done for me, I’ll always want more of him. I grab his thick cock after he covers it in lube. “Let me guide you.”
“Take your time,” he says while his fingertips tease my pussy, keeping my urge for him so my body will permit this.
Gazing up at him, I ease in his tip. The way he’s looking down, watching us, I want it too. “More,” I demand the feeling. I want him, and he pushes in. “More.” The pressure, I exhale, trying to soften, to relax, slowly taking him in. “More.”
He’s stretching me, his fingertips thrilling my pussy like he knows how while the hard mass of him slowly drives in. Teasing my clit, he mixes the pain with sweet pleasure.
“Is it all for me, Cade?” His eyelids hang heavy, watching what he’s claiming. “Am I the only one who’ll fuck your ass?”
“Yes, Redix,” I sigh. He’s the only one… in every way. “More.”
Suddenly, it shoots to the tips of my ears, scorching across my lungs, the burn of him, the ring he’s blazing through inside while he’s found the tip of my clit, his wet finger dancing across it. I crave his fire until it ends. Until he’s filling me, body and heart. Gently, he slides two fingers into my pussy too, and there’s no reality but him, and I go crazy, keening at the pleasure. His fingers, his hard cock, every part of him cleaves to my walls, and I’m blissed out.
This isn’t an act. This is real, and we’ve always been this way. We always get lost in this paradise together, just us, never wanting to leave. We can survive together here, forever.
He draws back, giving me relief, but I don’t want it.
“Are you all mine now?”
“Yes.” I can’t stand it. “Again, Redix. Please.” It’s thrashing, the need, the demand in my body while he drives in again. The euphoria in my clit that he’s pinching while he does it, “Oh my God,” I’m losing my mind.
I open my eyes to find it, and he’s looming over me. “Who makes you come, Cade?”
“You.” I’m possessed, loving his control, his plunging cock in my ass, and his fingers claiming my pussy. And I don’t want this pleasure without him.
“Who kissed you first, who touched you first, who fucked you first?” It’s taking him, too, his thrusts quickening. I don’t know how much I can take. “Who makes your pussy come? Who’s fucking your ass for the first time?”
“You, Redix.” But he feels so good. He always has. “Always you.”
“I’m yours too.” Breath, he can’t find it. Me neither. Pleasure, it’s the only thing we feel, and I’m going to break for him. Only him.
How is it possible two people can love each other this much? Want each other this much? Survive so much and keep coming back for more?
There are no answers but our truth.
It’s the look in his eyes when he swears, “I’m the only one who’ll fuck your tight ass, and I swear I’m gonna come so hard when you do.” It’ll break him, too, the tremors across his flesh matching mine. “Come on, Cade.” It’s fracturing through me, his massive cock urging into my ass, his tender fingers teasing my pussy, his heart held in my hand, his thighs shaking with mine. He smacks my clit. “Make us come with my big cock in your ass.”
It’s blinding. The pleasure that takes my body, the release of my spasms, I scream for him. The whole studio can hear me, and I want them to know I’m his while my body seizes, and he falls over the top of me, groaning deep in my ear.
All our love and lust are right here, pulsing through us, and no one can take it away.
He buries his face beside mine while I wrap my fingers through his strands. Kissing my cheek, he chuckles into my flesh. “Goddamn woman, you make my legs weak.”
“I can’t feel my legs.” I chuckle, pulling his chin up for my kiss. “I only feel you.”
His nose nuzzles mine. “I don’t want you to leave.”
I dread it too. “I have to.”
“I’m coming home next weekend.”
