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“Go slow,” she tells me. “You’re the biggest guy I’ve ever been with. It’s going to take a minute to adjust to you at this angle.”

I do exactly what she asks. Trista sinks down and her back straightens. It’s a deeper angle that I can feel the back of her pussy. It hurts her to take all of me like this, but she still does. Every time I thrust in, her tits press into my chest. She gives me a slow ride and we build a steady flow of friction. As our speed increases, the desire burns between us. I savor the feel of her body on mine. I grip her ass cheeks hard and dig my nails into her skin. This woman has a body to die for. How could little Timmy give this up?

I spread her cheeks apart and press a finger to her little hole. Trista rides me faster, so I push harder. Her breasts bounce in my face and her pants turn to moans. Her legs come down on the sides and she places her feet on the floor. She starts to fuck me faster, harder. She grabs a hold of the back of the chair and rides me like a horse. She mumbles to herself and pulls on my hair. She’s like a little cat in heat.

“Fucking damn. You fuck me so good. Fuck me harder, Trista. Take this dick like a good girl and fuck me.”

“Ahhh,” she moans.

We’re going to leave a wet mark on this chair from the amount of pleasure dripping between us.

“Show me how much you want my cock. Fuck me like you want me.”

Trista nearly melts on me. Her pussy is soaking wet. While she may be discovering her firsts tonight, I just discovered one about myself. I like using pet names with Trista. I’ve never had the urge to use them in the past with other flings. But with her, something about it fills my dick with euphoria.

I wrap one arm around her hips and grip the back of her neck with my other hand. I pump into her tender pussy and fuck her hard. She bounces on my lap, begging for more. Just as she’s close to the edge, I say, “Be a good girl and make me come.”

And she does. We explode together in a blissful harmony, orgasming so hard we hold on to each other for dear life. I’m scared to see if the condom broke from shooting into it the way I did. I have never ordered a woman to fuck me before, or to make me come, and damn, I kind of like it.

“Fuck, Leo.”

She giggles and it comes out raspy. She’s damp from sweating a little that our bodies stick together. Trista moves slow once the orgasm high comes down. But I can’t take my hands off her, and I already want more.

“You’re going to rearrange my insides.”

I chuckle this time for real. “Isn’t that the goal?” She sits up and pleasure oozes from us. “Stand up for a second,” I say. “I need to get this condom off.”

Trista stands on wobbly legs and sits next to me. I quickly pull the condom off and reach for a new one. Walking into the other room, I throw it out and then make my way to the minibar. I grab four miniature liquor bottles and carry them to Trista.

“I think I need a little rest. I’m sore and tender right now,” she says.

I shake my head and hand her two bottles.

“No rest for the wicked. Sit on my lap and face forward. Let me make you feel good.”

ChapterSeven

Leo

She eyes me like I’m a lunatic. Maybe I am a little.

I sit down and face her. Twisting the cap off, I initiate a toast. We take a shot together and then do another.

“I’d offer you a cigarette, but then you’d have to go on the balcony. It’s about forty-five degrees out there plus the wind chill.”

“A shot will do it for me.”

Sitting back, I spread my legs and roll the latex down my erection. I haven’t softened.

“You’re serious?” she asks me in disbelief.

“Yes. Now get over here and sit on me. I have an idea.”

Surprisingly, she does as I ask.

“I thought you were going to say no.”

“It’s not every day a stranger rocks your world and wants to give you more of it.”

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