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His fists tighten on my hips. “That’s it, baby. Just like that. Take it. Take this cock.”
I sink lower, my pussy stretching to fit him. God, he feels endless. My body fights it, then adjusts.
The pain dulls.
The pressure sharpens.
I can’t breathe.
When I finally bottom out, he curses under his breath. His jaw is clenched so tight it looks like he might snap.
“That’s my girl,” he says quietly. “You feel how good you’re taking it?”
I nod, moaning. “It’s so … deep.”
“Fucking perfect.”
I start to move slowly, lifting and lowering myself. The pleasure builds fast, replacing the burn completely. I ride him harder, grinding down, chasing more.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he mutters. “So fucking wet, squeezing me like this.”
My moans get louder, my pace faster.
I don’t even realize how close I am until my thighs start to shake again. My hands grip his shoulders for balance as I grind on him, my clit getting overstimulated so effortlessly all over again.
He rises and tangles his fingers through my hair. “Come on me. Use me the way you want,” he whispers against my lips.
My mind is blank.
I cry out as I come around him, my pussy spasming hard, my legs trembling, but I don’t stop moving.
God, I’m breathless, but I want more already.
Then he grabs my waist tightly.
“Enough.”
“What?”
He lifts me off his cock and flips me onto my back in one fluid move. He’s over me, eyes wild, body tight with control he’s about to lose.
“I’ll take it from here.”
He climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs.
“Now let me fuck you properly.”
He grips his cock and lines it up with my pussy.
“Look at me,” he says.
I do.
He thrusts into me in one smooth stroke, burying himself to the hilt. I moan.
The stretch is intense again, almost too much. I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders as he sinks in inch by inch.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
