Page 19 of GDL

He worked me out so well I handle the first slide into me easily, gripping the sheets and riding out that almost overwhelming feeling of fullness. Just as the sensation threatens to overwhelm, the ridge breaks, and I fall into a paradise of pleasure.

My ass burns hot, spreading a fiery warmth throughout my entire body from the balls of my feet right up to my eyelashes. I latch onto his sturdy shoulders and look up at the face of the man fucking me for the first time.

"You okay?" he asks, slowing down.

"I am. I love this. Thank you."

"No. Thankyou." He strokes his hand down the side of my face. "You ready for more?"

Uh, there's more?

Not wanting to appear totally clueless, I smile and say, "Sure am."

And with that, he speeds up, and Jesus fucking Christ, he's hitting depths I never knew I had. My feet fly around in the air, and I grip the sheets with one hand and the pillow with the other, holding on for dear life.

Sawyer is fucking the living shit out of me…and I am here for it.

So is my dick, now fully hard again. I let go of the pillow and start jerking myself off. Sawyer's eyes go round. "Fuck, that's so hot. Blow another load for me, baby. I want to feel you come when I'm inside you."

That's all it takes for me to be blowing my second embarrassingly fast load of the night. Once I stop rocking like I've just been electrocuted, Sawyer bites his lip in concentration and tenderly eases out of my body.

I instantly miss the fullness and whine, "No, stay. I want you inside of me."

"You've just come, baby. Your body is sensitive now and needs a break," he murmurs tenderly, sweeping away some loose hair clamped to my sweaty forehead. "And I gave you quite a fucking. I don't want you to be sore tomorrow."

I love the care he's displaying, but my inner sex demon isn't having it. "But you haven't come yet."

"That's fine. I don't need to."

Fuck that. Oh, yes, he does.

I grab his sides and force him up my body until he's straddling my chest, which gives me perfect access to his cock. I peel the condom off, grip the thick base with one hand, open my mouth, and take him inside me.

I ignore the faint smell of latex as my body floods with arousal. I'm sucking a dude…and I really, really like it. Twisting my wrist and pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, my focus narrows on the one and only thing that matters—making Sawyer feel good.

He lets out a series of guttural moans, and I peer up his body. His skin is soaked with sweat, and his eyes are wild with lust as he meets my gaze. "You're doing so well," he encourages, folding his hands against the back of my head, not to encourage me to go faster or deeper, but for support so I don't strain my neck.

Seriously. This guy is the best.

And as I bob away, determined to drain the life—and a massive load—out of him, I realize my feelings for Sawyer run way deeper than I first thought. I'm not just attracted to him. Idon't just respect and admire him. I think… I think I'm seriously falling for him.

And right as that realization hits me, Sawyer's cock swells in my mouth. "Gonna come," he announces with an urgency that makes me think his orgasm is about to arrive faster than intended.

Good. Glad I'm not the only one.

"You can pull off if you like," he says, all the muscles in his neck strained. "You don't have to swallow."

I may not have to, but I sure as hell want to.

Doubling down with my hand and my mouth, I give my everything in these final few seconds, worshipping Sawyer's cock with all my might until it erupts in my mouth. Warm, salty jets spray down my throat, and I do my best to gobble them up, but there's so much that eventually I can't keep up, and it overflows out of my mouth, dribbling down my chin.

"Fuuuuck," Sawyer says, swinging his leg off me and wiping his cum off my face with his thumb as he lies down beside me. "That was incredible."

I swallow the last of his cum, vowing to remember the taste of him forever, and turn onto my side to face him. "Yeah. It was."

He smiles, all sweaty and disheveled, and I like getting to see this unguarded, relaxed side of him. "Stay the night?" he offers, grazing the edge of my shoulder with his fingers.

And just like that, I'm snapped out of my post-sex reverie and back to reality. I can't stay. I have a son to get back to.

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