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She liked it.

I dragged my cock out until just the tip remained before I drove in deeper, harder inside her.

She screamed in pleasure just as I squeezed a little more.

“Oh, fuck,” I gritted out. I didn’t think I could last much longer.

Not when she was squeezing around me, convulsing slightly.

I let go of her throat and grabbed both tits in my hands, fucking her deeply into the mattress.

“How close are you?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I don’t…”

“Does my pretty girl need help?” I cooed, letting one hand trail down to her pussy.

I played with her clit as I continued to move.

Her head moved from side to side, her breathing getting more erratic.

“Please, more,” she sobbed. “More. Don’t stop.”

“Fuck, pretty girl. I won’t stop. I’ll give you what you want.”

I rubbed faster over her clit as I gave her greedy, broken, quick thrusts.

I was close.

So fucking close.

“Come for me, pretty girl,” I said.

She arched against me and, with a cry, came. Her hand splayed across my‌ back as she pulled me down, clinging to me as the climax ripped through her.

The tremors that wracked her body triggered my own.

I leaned down and bit her neck as I came inside.

Fuck.

I came hard and fast, wishing for the first time in my goddamn life that it was her pussy I was coming inside and not the fucking condom.

That was a dangerous line of thought, and I quickly shook it away, focusing on the sweet, warm girl in my arms, whose heart was beating in a fast, unsteady rhythm.

She felt so good.

So fucking good, and I didn’t think it had ever been like this with anyone.

Fuck me, but I wanted to go again.

I wanted to fuck her in every position possible and on every available surface of this place.

I pulled my mouth away, licking the tender skin I had just abused before looking at her.

Her eyes were set in satisfaction, her lips swollen, and her skin flushed.

She looked well fucked.

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