Page 16 of Rox

I set her legs down, her feet landing on the floor.

“I’m not done with you yet, baby.” I bend down, and she’s over my shoulder before she can say anything. I take her to her room and lay her on her bed. Her tits bounce from the force, and I have to grip my cock over my jeans from the sight of her splayed out on her bed. Naked, soaking wet, and waiting for me.

I pull my shirt over my head, and I’m out of everything else as quickly as possible. I want her so fucking bad. I crave her. I’ve craved her like no other for so long. I want to make this moment last for-fucking-ever, but I am also not going to lie to myself. It’sgoing to be over fast at first. I can’t wait to feel her silky cunt wrapped around my cock. I give myself a few strokes as she eyes my nine-and-a-half inches.

“You want this, Rox?”

“So fucking much.”

I crawl up her body, licking her cunt a few more times before I move on. She smiles at me as my face aligns with hers. I kiss her deeply. I need this. To feel her like this. Wrapped around me, kissing me as passionately as I’m kissing her. I want her to feel my desire for her. My want. Does she feel how in love with her I already am? I can’t tell her that, though. I know it would scare her and ruin what we have right now. But, I can, and need to be, honest about something else.

“I’m not gonna last long, Rox. I’ve wanted you for so long. I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold on and give you what you deserve.”

“I deserve you,” she tells me before her lips meet mine again. Using my hand to guide myself, I push once I’m aligned. We both gasp as my cock becomes fully seated within her. “Fuck, Mimic. You feel so damn good.”

“God, Rox.” It’s all I manage to get out before I feel my control slipping. I can’t be the man who comes the second he puts it in, though. I need to give her at least a minute. That one song may say they don’t want it, but fuck, sometimes it’s just too hard.Move. I tell myself to fuck off with the doubt and control myself. I need to give her everything I have. I take a deep breath, and it’s as if everything changes inside me.

Pumping my hips, I lean back and adjust her legs so they’re bent. Her knees are to her chest, and I’m pushing down on them so I can use the force to fuck her harder. It’s also tilting her body back, and I’m pegging her G-spot with every single thrust. Her moans get louder, and the sounds coming from her cunt speak to me as well. I look down. My cock is a creamy white color. Shecame, and she isn’t stopping. She’s soaking wet. I’m covered. I lean my body down, and my stomach rubs her clit with every thrust. I grip the top of her head and kiss her as she screams my name. Her pussy contracts, and I’m gone. I fill her up with everything I’ve been wanting to give her for years. I hold myself as deep as I can inside of her, even after I’m finished.

“Not bad for a minute.”

“Oh, you snarky little shit. Just give me a few minutes.”

“I’ve got plenty since that wasn’t that long.”

I tickle her, and we roll around in cum and sweat-covered sheets until I’m hard again. And this time, I have her screaming for over an hour.

Nine

Roxie

I’ve never felt so loved and revered during sex. I have had some fantastic sex before, but the way he moved, talked to me, touched me, there was something more to it all. That alone made the connection between us that much stronger. I pull close to him, running my nose along his peck where my head rests. His fingers slowly run up and down my spine, causing my muscles to twitch and react most deliciously.

I could lay like this forever.

“I think I’m going to keep you,” I mumble lazily.

His whole body bounces with his chuckle and almost rocks me to sleep. His fingers stop tracing my back, and he pulls me flush to him. Rolling on his side, tucking me completely under his chin. I could live in this spot. I have never felt the need to stay this close after an orgasm, let alone the thirty he gave me. I am the one to cum and run. There is no need to stay after the needs have been met. But with Mimic, there is more.

Then it hits me: I don’t know his real name. I am falling for, and now fucking, a man who I have no idea who he is. Just whathe does and how he treats me. I sit up in bed, startling him. I’m suddenly awake and more aware of what is happening in this relationship. Situationship? Whatever the fuck this is.

“You okay?” Mimic sits up beside me, and the blanket falls, showing off his abs and the happy trail I want to run my tongue down again. I shake my head, pulling the sheet from the bed, wrapping it around me, and sitting at the foot of my bed.

Maybe by creating distance between us, I will continue to see clearly. But looking up at him, all I see are the bits I want to lick and suck and make him scream my name before riding him off into the sunset.

Jesus, maybe I am dick blind, or is it blinded by his dick? Ugh, I don’t know.

“Rox?” Mimic’s voice cuts through my racing thoughts. I can’t help the word vomit that comes out of my mouth.

“Now that you have had your dick, fingers, and tongue inside several parts of me, I think it’s only fair that you tell me your real name.”Really Roxanne?That could have been asked with more tact.

“Max Marsden,” The humor leaves Mimic’s eyes. He takes a deep breath, pulling his knees up and resting his arms on them, looking down for a moment before meeting my eyes again. “My real, legal name I was born with is Max Marsden.”

“Why do you say it like that? Did you change your name to Mimic or something? Are you trying to be like Cher? Or Madonna?” I force a chuckle out.

Our eyes stay locked for a moment. He seems like he’s at war with something. I don’t know how long we sit here, me waiting for an answer and him internally battling about the answer he will give me.

Then he moves. He drops his legs, reaches to the ground, pulls out his wallet, and hands it to me. I look down at it in my hands, then back to him, confused as to how a simple questionabout his name had led to this. Who did I let in between my thighs? I open the wallet and see his license. The picture is Mimic, but the name listed isn’t Max or Maxwell. It’s…Tyson Berry? I look back from the ID in my hand to Mimic. I go back and forth a few times, trying to assemble the pieces. But I don’t feel any fear, just confusion.

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