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I move in slow circles.

“I must’ve forgotten,” I murmur. “Remind me?”

“I want you to pull me up on all fours and fuck me like you goddamn mean it.”

My cock is like fucking steel now. Definitely up for the job.

“Condom. Drawer.”

I pull away from her and it sucks. The building pressure in my balls is fucking killing me. Taking the condom out of the package, I slide it down my shaft. I pull her up to her hands and knees and position myself behind her, stroking her entrance and teasing her clit. I’m on the big side, and she said it’d been a while for her. I want to make sure she’s wet and ready. I slide two fingers inside her, pulling against her inner walls as I slide them out.

“Okay?” I ask, holding the tip of my cock at her hot, slick opening.

“God yes.”

I move into her slowly, filling her all the way up. She’s incredible. Christ, I didn’t know it could feel this good to be inside a woman. But Sia’s not just any woman.

Thank god I jerked off last night because, otherwise, the pressure of her tight pussy gripping me as she takes me in would’ve made me come immediately, and I want to fuck her good and long before that happens.

“Sia,” I say, reaching up to cup her breasts. “That feel okay?”

She starts rolling her hips in response.

“Feels amazing.”

It’s all I can do to hold back from pounding into her then and there, but first I pull nearly all the way out of her before pushing back in as slowly as possible. A few more times and she’s cursing the day I was born. I push in, as deep as I can, my balls tight against her ass, one more time. I tweak those pretty nipples of hers before bringing my hands to her waist.

She knows what’s about to happen.

“Yes, god yes,” she says. She rolls her hips against me and I’m barely holding on.

This is it. “I want you. Want to hear my name on those sweet lips of yours. Make you feel so good, baby.”

She whimpers, pleading, wet and ready.

I pull nearly all the way out again and then slam back into her. I thrust hard and fast, and she meets me with that fucking sweet roll of her hips every time. But I’m determined to make her come first. I pull her hips against me as I thrust up, angling so her clit rubs against my hard shaft with every movement.

The sounds of our bodies moving together is a fucking turn-on too. Her tight little body takes my cock so eagerly, and I’m getting too goddamn close. I won’t let her down, though. I hold her hips tightly, controlling how much she can move as I fuck her thoroughly. Her inner walls vibrate. She’s gasping, grabbing the blankets and crying out.

“I can’t, oh god, Vinny. It’s too much. It’s so good.”

“Come for me. Come for me, Sia. I want you to come on my cock.”

That pushes her over the edge, and she’s screaming my name again as her orgasm rips through her. I want to hear that sound for the rest of my life. Her pussy pulsates around me, and I come seconds later, pulling her tight against me. It’s the best orgasm of my life: long, intense, blinding. I see literal stars. I’ve had plenty of sex, but not like this. Not with this kind of connection. She collapses to the bed, exhausted, and I move so we’re both on our sides, my cock still buried inside her.

“Vinny,” she moans, pulling my arms around her. “I want you to fuck me like that every night.”

I kiss her hair. “Every night? I might want you to ride me some nights. Or maybe take you up against the shower wall.”

“Fuck,” she says. “Okay. Yes.”

I hold her until she falls asleep then pull out of her and dispose of the condom.

I haven’t had a woman in my bed in years. I watch her sleep before climbing in next to her. She’s already cooled down, so I pull a blanket over her.

She stirs a few moments later, rolling over to face me. She traces a pattern on my shoulder, down over my chest. She looks up at me, and that vulnerability is back. And it’s terrifying.

“What is it?”

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