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I’m in love with him.
And I know that’s bad. Very, very bad.
This is just another notch on his bedpost. But if I say that now, I know he’ll retreat.
And I don’t want that.
I don’t care what this is to him; for me, it’s liberation.
I want it to be him. I want to feel him inside me and remember it always.
What happens tomorrow doesn’t matter. All that matters is now.
I keep sucking him, up and down, and when he jerks his hips, I gag, and he pulls out.
“I’m sorry.”
I shake my head. “It’s okay.”
He pulls me up so we’re both on our knees and he kisses me hard. We’re all tongues as I wrap my arms around his neck, and he slowly lowers me back to the bed.
We kiss for a minute before he pulls away and fumbles around in his side table drawer, cussing when he can’t quite reach. I giggle as he leans farther and then finally, he has a condom packet in his hand.
I let out a silent breath as he rips the foil packet with his teeth and then looks up at me.
“Roll it on.”
“Oh God, Thomas.”
I sit up slightly as he rolls it onto his tip, then places my hand there and I take over.
His dick is so damn big, I’ve no idea how it’s going to fit inside me.
Reaching down, he fingers my pussy again and I’m embarrassed with how slick I am.
I lie back down, and he holds his dick and swipes the head through my folds, swirling it over my clit as I moan. Everything he does is good, and I know that it’s because he’s had a lot of practice. But none of that matters right now.
None of it.
All that matters is it’s me and Thomas and it’s special.
I’m special. He said so.
I’m so desperate for him that I grip his ass, and he chuckles as he leans down to kiss me chastely. “Greedy girl.”
I watch with fascination as his dick slides through my crease and nudges my clit. He’s moving so slowly that my orgasm just won’t come… he’s making it last, oh, Thomas… He’s teasing me.
“Show me,” he whispers. “Show me how you come for me.”
His words undo me, and I come again, but before I finish, I feel his head at my entrance.
“Gonna hurt a bit,” he mutters.
“I don’t care,” I gasp. “Take me, Thomas. I want this.”
“Me too, baby.”
Baby…
