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He laughs and looks up at me. “Petal, really?”

“Yeah, because your nipples are so soft, like a fucking petal.” I give him a shit-eating grin.

“If I’m petal, what does your nickname get to be?”

“Thorn. Because I’m about to prick you.”

He throws his head back and laughs. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I wanna suck on his Adam’s apple. So I do. His laugh quickly turned to moans.

“I need you naked, dimples.” He says frantically, trying to undo my belt buckle.

I put my hands on his, stilling him. “You’re shaking.”

“Yeah, well, you’re hot, and I’m desperate.”

“How desperate?”

“All I can think about is being impaled on your cock. So how about we make that happen?”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I bat his hand away and undo my belt buckle. He rushes to get himself naked, and I’m a little sad I wasn’t the one who got to free his nips. I pause, undressing for a second so I can lean forward and suck one of those nipples into my mouth. They really do taste just as good as they look.

“If you carry on, I’m going to come, and I really like to do that when I’m stuffed full of your dick.”

“You really are smart.” I pull back and carry on undressing. There really is nothing like the feel of a guy’s asshole clenching your cock as his orgasm flows. My cock twitches at the thought.

When we’re both naked, he smirks at me and saunters over to the bed, and gets on his hands and knees. He pops his ass out so that he is on complete display for me, his heavy-looking balls demanding a taste from me. I kneel on the bed behind him, taking them into my mouth. Of course, his balls taste amazing. I bet they taste even better when they’re unloading down my throat.

“Stop, you have to stop. I need you inside me. Please prep me. Please, I don’t know how long I’m gonna last, and I really need this,” he gasps out. I gently nip his ass cheek.

“Okay, Nipples, I got you.”

I don’t bother asking him if he’s got any lube. I reach down to my jeans and pull out a few packets I’ve got in my back pocket. I slip on a condom and then start pouring the lube directly into his hole. I’m mesmerized as I smear it around his opening. My finger slips inside and is immediately swallowed up. I pump a few times, moving it around before I add another finger. I take my time stretching him. I’m not going to break world records or anything, but I’ve got a decent-sized cock, and I want all of his moans to be in pleasure.

After a few minutes, I finally line my condom-covered cock to his hole and slowly push through the tight muscle.

“Dimples,” He moans, making me pause. “No, why have you stopped moving?”

Because him calling me dimples is fucking sexy.

I pull out of him and flip him over, pressing his knees back into his chest.

“What’s going on? What are you doing?” He asks, running his hands over my biceps.

“Your favorite feature of mine is my dimples, and my favorite feature of yours is your nipples. In that position, neither of us got to see what we wanted.”

“You’ve got to smile for me as you fuck me, then.”

“Oh, I will,” and immediately I smirk, his eyes zeroing in on my cheeks.

This man is perfect. Sex has never been like this. I mean, I’ve had hot sex, but this is fun.

I feel fire with him.

He might not know it yet, but this officially got upgraded from just a hookup to pre-dating.

For a second time tonight, I line myself up with his hole. Except this time, I slam into him, making him groan. I pound into him at a punishing rate. He feels so good, too good.

I feel the sweat dripping down my body as I try to hold back my orgasm. I do not want to be this guy’s one-minute man story. I lean down and take his lips again, stealing the whimpers from his throat. Putting all my weight on just one hand, I slowly rub circles around his nipples. I keep doing that, sliding into his ass, playing with his nipples, abusing his mouth, his cock trapped between us. His hands roaming all over my body lighting me up.

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