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My thrusts slow, and I grip his waist, peeling him off my chest.
He sits back, shoulders curved, chest damp and mottled pink from where my chest hair rubbed him raw.
I reach up, pinching a ruby-red nipple in my fingers, eliciting a sharp gasp.
“Fuck me, sweetheart. Ride my cock. Make yourself feel good.”
Moaning, he throws his head back, and grips my shoulder, swiveling his ass deliciously around my cock.
My chest heaves, choked groans clawing from my lips.
I bring my hand to my mouth and spit in my palm, and then clasp his hard, sticky cock, stroking him.
He shudders, whimpering, pleading, half-sobbing for release.
I twist at his base. “You gonna come for me? You gonna come on my cock?”
He nods jerkily, eyes screwed shut.
Wetting my lips, I bring my thumb up and suck it in my mouth, then smear it over his pebbled nipple.
“Nol!
“That’s it,” I growl, twisting his cock at the base at the same time I pinch his nipple. My balls draw up, and I shake my head, mash my teeth, and thrust up inside him. “Fuck, I’m close too. Come for me, sweetheart. Come all over me.”
He tenses, head thrown back so far, I can make out each straining tendon in his neck. His hole clenches, strangling my cock, and I just—
“FUCK!” I roar, slamming up deep inside him just as cum shoots from Skyler’s tip, arcing over my chest, hitting me in the chin.
My cock pulses inside him just as I tumble off the edge after him.
I’m barely aware of him flopping over me, his body quaking as more cum spills over my stomach. Fingers twisting in my hair. Whimpers and moans and pleas filling my ear.
I wrap my arms around him, and thrust up inside him once, twice, then a third time.
Hot pants pull along my neck. We’re caked in sweat and cum, plastered together.
Reaching behind him, I ease my cock out.
He whimpers, and I hush him, quickly, removing the condom. I fumble to tie it off, and then I quickly shove two fingers in his stretched out hole.
He’s so warm, so soft.
He sighs, and my swallow goes down like gravel.
With my free hand, I cup the back of his head, massaging my fingers in his hair.
“Are you okay?”
He hums, and a short, breathless laugh escapes me.
Pulling his head out from where he hides it in my neck, I lean back to meet his hooded eyes.
“Did I break you?”
His cheeks pink, and he gives his head a little shake.
Wetting his lips, he opens his mouth as if to finally say something, when his gaze drops to my chin. His eyes widen, and then a curious finger comes up, swiping at the wetness I forgot was there.
