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It’s best that I don’t look. It drives me crazy whenever I do look. Watching her take someone of my size into that little body, feels surreal enough that I doubt my sanity.
”Spread more,” I groan, burying my face in her hair. I take her thighs, pushing them apart until she makes sounds of discomfort. But she’s damp. So fucking damp that I know she wants this. Moaning, I look down at us, stare at the exquisite pattern of her pussy and I swear that glistening thing is winking at me.
”That’s a good cock, biggie,” she whispers, looking at me through hooded eyes ”Keep going.”
Her tits bounce when her hips grind against me, her ass slapping against the shelf and she’s leaking all over the wood. The blond mahogany is turning dark. I think I’m going to repaint the whole thing, just because I’ll get jealous if I have to see the damn furniture soak up her honey over and over.
I’m the only one who eats around here.
Her hands dig into my hair, tugging at it and lust twists throughout my torso, my hips halting for a moment before picking up the pace. Her whole body acts up, bucking and those womanly muscles increase their soft torture.
Panting, I breathe her name, pleading for something I yet don’t know what but my vision is going to peace out and before everything turns black, I have to make sure I give her what she needs.
Her tightness loves me like a man needs to be loved, our flesh thumping, pushing the ladder deeper and deeper into the wall.
”I could kill you for not jumping my bones the first time we met,” I groan, punishing her nipples with my thumbs. ”For making me wait.” I squeeze my eyes, gritting my teeth then hiss, ”Forthis…”
”Yeah?” she gasps, then pouts through quivering lips. ”My bad.”
”Had I known how good you feel, I would’ve dragged you behind a tree and fucked you until your insides rearranged.”
I give all of it to her, every last inch and there’s no holding back. She has absorbed me, and a little saliva bubbles up in her mouth from the shock. I lick it off, kissing her then use my cock to make out with her pussy before I begin to pound.
Ella-Ashley breathes in so hard, she almost chokes and her eyes huge, her body twisting and angling to accommodate me. We both gasp hard, our eyes stunned but secure when we lock.
”Oh fuck…!” she whimpers in panic when the friction turns frantic. ”W…why is it always like this with us?”
”We’re made for each other, slim,” I groan, running my lips over her forehead, ”and don’t you ever forget it.”
I make sure she feels our bond like a hot branding, and I roll my hips against her, thrusting skyward and we drop. She screams when I plow into her, striking mercilessly and seize her mouth as we sideswipe. The force of it nearly takes out both of us and we collapse.
And she’s right. It’salwayslike this with us.
10.
Ella-Ashley
Getting down from the ladder, I shudder. I feel starved, nourished, exhausted and energized all at the same time. I’ve been adored from top to bottom, and I have the love bites to prove it.
I drag a hand through my hair as Hendryk falls back down on the bed. His arms spread to the sides and we need a moment to cool down the perspiration on our skin. We’ve been going at it for hours. We can’t stop, won’t stop and it feels as if we’ve entered our own little bubble.
I’ve quit my job. And I’m terrified. This isn’t like me. I don’t just make rash decisions like this and somewhere in the back of my mind I feel like an explosion is coming. As if this is too good to be true.
But I love being with him.
I’ve learned more about him by living with him than I ever did watching him. He’s a neat-freak, hates any displays of wealth which is why his place is nothing but minimalism and function. And oh…his dream is to one day build a windmill from scratch, even if he claims to not know the difference between a hammer and a saw.
A smile crosses my lips and I watch him with tenderness. He’s so…fluffy. Compared to him, I feel like burdock, but Hendryk likes the spiciness. He likes what I did to him, and the nerves in my stomach stretch and twist.
Letting out a sigh, I reach for my phone but in my periphery I catch Hendryk staring at my displayed butt with hooded eyes. He’s going to want more. Soon. And he wants it so much, that I feel like I have replaced my old job with him. But I’d much rather serve Hendryk than my boss.
”She keeps texting me,” I mutter. ”And all is written in caps lock.”
”Give me the phone,” Hendryk says, holding his palm out and I hesitate.
”I don’t want you to call her.”
”I’m not going to call her. Just give me the phone,” he urges and I put it in his hand. As soon as his fingers clasp around it, he throws it backward over his head and out the open window.
