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His dick thickens and then pulses. I feel the warmth of his cum in my mouth and I keep swallowing until he stumbles back. He’s still holding my head when he leans down and simply stares at me without saying a single word.

I want to wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. It feels slick and messy with saliva and probably some of the cum I missed while he was still roughly pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. Somehow this man looks at me as if he’s staring at beauty. At least, he makes me feel beautiful.

“Unexpected,” he muses and then he’s hoisting me up. “Need to taste you. Loose the pants. Now.”

He kicks off his sneakers and starts to peel off the rest of his clothes. I have to blink a few times to process his words. The few times I’ve had a sexual encounter and gave the man a blow job…that’s where it always ended. The guy came and it was basically game over. Only once did the guy start with going down on me.

“Naked now or I’ll shred the fabric. Your choice,” he growls and doesn’t even wait.

His hands are back on me, pulling at the fabric. I’m naked and on the bed before I know it and then his head is between my legs. Good thing I always keep everything neatly trimmed. That right there is my last final rational thought right before pleasure makes me not give a damn if the planet exploded right this second.

Holy shit the man has skills. This is the first time I’ve had oral after getting a clit hood piercing. It definitely stimulates the bundle of nerves it’s pressing on, and Thorsten clearly enjoys taking his time playing with it too.

A moan rips from me when I feel a finger tease my ass while he’s fingering my pussy and sucking on my clit. An experienced man who knows how to please a woman is better than any damn vibrator I’ve tried.

Giving him a blow job had me horny as hell already and it’s also why my orgasm is right around the corner. I reach out and get a good grip on his hair to keep his head against my pussy.

“Suck harder,” I demand. “Yes, fuck me with your tongue. Your fingers. Deeper. Yes. There. Yes.”

He shoves a finger deeper into my ass and I explode. Bliss courses through my veins and I suck air into my lungs to loudly groan, “Thorsten…fuuuuuck…yesss!”

CHAPTER SEVEN

– THORSTEN –

I give one lazy lick and gently remove my fingers. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I stare down at the completely naked and sated woman lying in my bed. Every interaction with this woman is fire. She makes me crave her in ways I’ve not imagined when it comes to women.

After the night I met her, I had Lenz do a background check. Good thing it included her email ’cause she recently obtained a clean bill of health. Nice, since I got one too. Which means I can fuck her bare. She’s on the pill according to Macsen who checked her stuff the night we were at her house.

Palming my cock, I place the fat head at the entrance and let my upper body fall forward, catching myself with a hand on the mattress right next to her head. She gasps, green eyes wide. Normally I’d slam my cock inside and tunnel hard and rough in and out to get off, while now I want to take my time to glide home.

Her hands hit my shoulders, nails digging in as my cock gains entrance inch by dragging inch. She might be pushing me away or wanting me to go slow. Fuck, she’s tight. Another push and everything falls into place.

Damn hard to process, and I voice the words my cock just became aware of. “A sweet virgin. Fuck. My very first one. No wonder you feel fucking amazing.”

I move my body closer to hers and shove my arms under hers. She’s biting her lip. Green eyes blazing and still locked on mine.

“Sorry, darlin’, the next part is gonna hurt…or so I’ve heard. Not gonna last, though, it’s a one-time deal…unlike us.”

I thrust deep and hard into her pussy. Her eyes are closed and a small whimper slips free. So. Damn. Fierce.

“Livi.” I gently brush my lips against hers. “Give me your eyes, babe.”

She swallows hard and obeys.

I grin down on her. “Hey, how are ya holding up?”

“Better if you’d stop gloating. It’s not my fault guys suck. I mean I suck, and then they suck for thinking the sex is done when they blow a nut,” she huffs.

I shift my hips and she slightly winces.

Letting her adjust and relax some, I ask, “How many men, how many times?”

“Two, and three times. The last one I dated for three weeks, we had sex two times.” She narrows her eyes. “Can we get this going? I really don’t want to discuss your track record, mine was clearly bad enough.”

“Clearly,” I agree. “Their fuck-up, my damn prize. Let me guess, I’m also the first one to give you an orgasm.”

She rolls her eyes. “Don’t get too cocky.”

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