Page 56 of Striker


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"Are you all right?"

I don't hear him. I hear nothing. The only thing in my world is the sensation of his cock pushing deeply into my body, and I spread my legs open further, inviting him to go deeper.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groans, and I can feel him sliding inside, deeper and deeper.

"Come on, baby. Fuck me. Fuck my ass with your big cock."

He gives me what I want, pushing himself inside me until he's buried all the way.

"Fuck, Dani, you’re so tight. You feel so good." His voice is strained, and I can tell that he's using all of his strength to hold himself back from taking me as hard as he can.

"Come on, Owen. Fuck me like I know you want to. Don't hold back."

"You sure?" It's sweet how concerned he is about me, but I nod in answer. He growls at that; an animal, unleashed. Then he thrust into me harder, faster, building a rhythm into a speed and force that shakes me and makes our bed frame scream..

I try to speak, but all that comes out is a moaning, a gasping, a beautiful sound of pleasure. I've never felt so full, so tight, so satisfied. I'm close, so close to the brink of an orgasm that could ruin me in the best way. My fingers go to my clit and I stroke myself, taking myself further to the edge while the man I've always wanted fucks my tight ass.

"Oh, fuck, Dani. Fuck, you feel so fucking good. I could cum in you right now," he tells me, his voice strained.

I want him to.

So desperately want it.

Everything that I am, I want to give to him. Over and over.

"Cum in me. Don’t you dare pull out. I want your cum in my ass."

He grunts and growls, fucking me faster and harder, his hands holding my hips down to the bed, pulling me onto him, his cock thrusting deep into my tight ass.

"I'm coming..." He gasps.

But I hardly hear it, because I'm coming, too.

Body on fire, I twitch and shake and scream as he fucks my ass, as he cums inside me.

"Oh, fuck, Dani. Your ass is so tight. Fuck, baby. I love fucking you. I love you."

He falls onto the bed beside me, sweat on his forehead and his muscular chest, and a forgetful smile on his face.

Concerns canceled, I think, feeling triumphant. "I love you, too, Owen."

This is what I want.

I run my finger up his chest, teasing him, giggling as he shakes at my touch, his body so sensitive from the strength of his orgasm.

Another moment of peace with the man of my dreams.

Another fantasy crossed off my list.

One more down, a million more to go...

Then my phone beeps at me from the nightstand.

Again and again.

I know who it is before I even pick it up and see her name on the screen. Morgan.

The texts are urgent. Serious.

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