Page 54 of Sweeter Than Fiction

With her hazy eyes looking up at me and her tits bouncing every time I push into her. The way her back arches and her fingers grab the sheets.

I love the way her hair is fanned out around her, and her chest flushes a soft pink color.

I wish that Abby could see herself the way I see her right now. Like a fucking goddess.

“Fuck, Don,” she moans.

With her legs still on my shoulders, I grab her hips and pound into her harder and faster. Her moans get louder as I feel her pussy clench around me.

She’s close.

As much as I’m ready to blow my load right here and now, I’m not stopping until she comes again.

Applying gentle pressure with my thumb, I rub her clit. With every passing moment, she grips my cock even tighter.

“Do you want to come again, beautiful?”

She nods as her moans bounce off the walls. When they grow the loudest, I know I’ve found the right spot and perfect tempo. I keep building her up until she’s right about to fall over the edge.

Then, I give an encouraging, “Come for me, Abby.”

I watch her immediately unravel beneath me. She writhes all over the bed, grasping anything she can manage to get her hands on.

Watching her is enough to send me into my own release. I fuck into her a few more times until I fill the condom.

Once our movements both still, I lean down to kiss her.

As both of our chests heave, she says, “Wow.”

“Yeah, I second that.”

“Now, I see why all those girls seemed to enjoy themselves so much.”

Leaning in to give her a kiss on the cheek, I say, “With you, it’s a two-way street, beautiful.”

“Honestly, I didn’t do much.” She giggles.

“Hold that thought,” I tell her before quickly running to throw away the condom.

When I get back, I lie next to her.

“Now, you listen here, Abigail Jones. I don’t want you thinking you didn’t do anything. That was some of the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Ha!” She cackles.

“You don’t believe me?”

“Don, you have been with beautiful women who look like supermodels. They can probably bend like pretzels and ride you like they’re in the rodeo. I’m not nearly that advanced.”

I look at her and see that she really has no idea how incredible she is. I wish she could see herself the way I do.

I run my finger over her cheek. “Abs, just because I’ve been with beautiful women doesn’t mean that I don’t think you’re gorgeous. And while I think you looked sexy all dolled up, I think you’re just as sexy in your leggings.”

“Really?”

“Are you kidding? Your butt looks phenomenal in those leggings of yours.”

That gets a small smile out of her.

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