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She unzips my pants and they fall to the floor along with my boxers. She leans toward my cock and looks up at me. I nod in approval, and it’s fucking hot as anything that she wanted it. She engulfs me with her mouth. Her hands work what her throat has yet to take in. Then she attempts to take it all, and I bump the back of her throat. I’m growling as she sucks the tip. She circles the crown again, her hand firmly at the base of my shaft. Then she takes me in again, and I feel her swallow me down. No gagging. Her eyes are slightly watering, but it’s so fucking good.

Her hair falls over her face as she works. In a low and rumbling tone, I roar, “Jesus fucking Christ! Fucking suck me. Filthy, sexy Jillien. Fucking hell, Jillien. Holy shit, you sexy beast goddess. Fuck. Fucking God. Yes. Yes.” I bang a fist on the eave overhead. She’s so fucking good at this.

She stops. “This is what you were going to scream on the porch?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“You made the right call. Your dick is magical.”

“Told you.”

“It responds to the slightest thing I do. And you taste delicious, as well.”

I can’t speak or think as she cups my balls and explores under my dick with her tongue. Fuck. I can’t take this anymore. I have to be in her. I pull back, push her onto the couch, and slide my hand down to her pussy.

She gasps. “Slippery just for you.”

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JILLIEN

My throat catches with a short, sharp breath as he teases me with his tip. He rubs his crown on my clit, dragging it up and down. He pushes inside me gradually, and it’s like someone is slowly pushing heroin into my system. I don’t know that from experience, but I imagine the slow flood of euphoria has to be similar. It’s agonizingly slow. He’s smiling at my torture.

“Did you want more of this?”

“Oh, God. Fletch. I want all of you. All you want to give me.” And I mean it. I’m so wrapped up in him. Then I feel all of him without a condom, and it’s heady.

“Jilly. Holy God. So fucking tight. Perfect.”

I stretch to take him. He’s so big. More significant than anyone I’ve ever been with. I feel every thick inch as he stretches me, and I wait for the pinch of pain to subside. He’s staring at me, and it’s intense. He kneels and pulls my hips up, tucking my legs between his arms. He moves with forceful but slow movements, and I respond in kind. He’s taking care of himself and me. But I’m so wet and ready, and all the pain of stretching fades into pure pleasure. I whimper as he gets himself buried to the hilt. I am so full of him. It’s the most fantastic feeling. We stare at each other. I float on the feeling of his cock and the fantasy he won’t ever stop fucking me. He pulls out slowly and thrusts back in. I’m shocked I’m coming already. I’m usually good for one or two, but only typically oral or digital.

“You’re so fucking tight. Lord. You feel so good. I can’t believe I’m this deep. Jillien, you’re perfect. I never get to be this deep. So good.”

“Happy to be the first. Just keep fucking me. Oh. God. Fletch. Oh, my fuck, yes. Fletch. Liam!”

“How about you keep coming? Take what you need from my dick. I want my cock to feel you come.” He moves on top of me and looks down as my hips go in a circular motion. I counter his movements, and we both scream. The pressure of his body on my clit as he grinds into me with his dick so deep will be the thing I dream of when I’m back in Chicago. I’m overcome by an unexpected paralyzing moment, and he grins broadly as he doubles down on his motion. It’s so fast, but I’m so ready. I can do nothing but release into him. My eyes widen as my walls shake and quiver. I take him in farther than I thought possible. My vision clouds, my back arches, and I scream loudly. I contract around him.

“You took me deeper. You didn’t try to push me out. Fuck, that’s good.”

“I know. She likes you. Are you close?” I blurt out.

“Are you? Christ, I need to feel that again.”

“Make me come again. I never want to stop coming.” I feel him everywhere. He’s simply ineffable. His soul surrounds me and his heart speaks volumes of unwritten time. I am rather poetic when I come harder than I thought could even be charted.

The sound of our bodies slapping together is rhythmic and intoxicating. It takes only moments before I shudder again. I’m suspended in a bubble of pure fucking pleasure as this orgasm goes deeper and longer. As I come back down from it, he’s staring at me. I feel so free and open.

“That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. You’re so damn beautiful when I make you come.” I’ve never been this full of feral lust. I want to keep fucking. I want the dirtiest and sexiest things with him.

“You. I want to watch you. Come for me, Liam.”

He keeps moving on top of me—it feels so good. We stay in this state of bliss for what seems forever, “Jillien fucking Thompson. I need to come. Oh God. I can’t stop wanting this.”

His eyes close, and when they open, he shows me the whole world as he moves through his release. I hold on and keep moving, feeling him fill me with everything. He finishes and leans down to kiss me. He sits back, catching his breath. We both groan as he pulls out and flops down next to me. I need to clean up, but I can’t stop myself. I quickly mount him and find his dick still semihard. It’s so big that it’s enough to help me come a fourth time as I grind my super-sensitive clit into him. I moan loudly and I’m overcome with a still chill. It releases me and I fall into him.

“You’re transcendent.” I kiss his jaw and stare at his softened but intense slate blue eyes. He attempts to move my hair out of my face, but I’m a sticky, sweaty mess. He gasps. “I’ve never had a moment like this.”

I look at him earnestly, afraid I’ve scared him off with my uninhibited porn star behavior. “Bad?”