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After my orgasm, he crawls back over me, kissing me and holding me, giving me time to recover. But I don’t want recovery time.

No, I want to return the favor.

Pulling back from the kiss, I press on his shoulder to indicate I want him to flip over. Eyebrows raised, he follows my silent direction.

When I grip his hard cock, he closes his eyes and lets out a harsh breath. I stroke him slowly, enjoying the look on his face when he slowly opens his eyes and meet mine, bright blue with lust and affection, his lips parted in pleasure.

I gather the drop of precum leaking from his tiny slit and rub it in, using it to give some slip. Then I bend, licking up his shaft from base to tip.

“Oh shit,” he says, pressing into my grip.

I lick my way around his cock before enveloping his cockhead with my mouth. Another harsh breath from him. Working him with my tongue, I slide as much of him into my mouth as I can take without gagging, covering the rest of him with my hand. I take my time like he did with me, enjoying his groans and the way he sucks air through his nose when I do something he particularly likes.

“Fuck, babe. I’m not gonna last long if you keep going. And as much as I love what you’re doing, I want to be inside you more.”

After one last suck and swirl, I release him. He immediately rolls over and grabs a condom from the strip he tucked into the drawer of his nightstand weeks ago. Up on his knees, he rolls it on, hooking my legs and tugging me closer. When my head falls off the pillow, I laugh, and he grins at me, bending over to kiss me.

Then he’s rubbing me, sliding two fingers inside me to tap my G-spot, grinding his palm against my clit, getting me worked up and ready to go again. Lining himself up, he slides inside me.

I arch into the stretch, the feeling of completion that comes over me as he drives himself home.

He holds himself still once he’s fully seated, kissing me, his hand holding on to the back of my neck, the other stroking my breast, my side, my thigh, and back again.

Breaking the kiss, he gives a slow, almost experimental thrust. “God, you feel so good.”

I hum, arching and wriggling against him. “You do too.”

A smile claims his face, soft and sweet. “I still can’t quite believe you’re here.”

Cupping his cheek, I pull his lips to mine. “I’m here. Believe it.” When he moves away so we can focus on each other, I offer a cheeky grin. “I could pinch you if you want, though, just so you know for sure you’re not dreaming.”

He lets out a booming laugh, moving so he’s on his knees, his arms hooking my legs to position me how he wants. “Sure. Go for it.”

Except I can’t reach him very well now that he’s sitting. And when I try to pinch his thigh, I can’t actually grip any of the skin. “Hey! No fair.” He laughs, but I’m not going to give up that easily, and instead I pinch some leg hair between my fingers and thumb and give a sharp tug.

“Hey!” he protests back. “Ouch.”

“Now you know you’re not dreaming.”

He gives a hard thrust, driving into my G spot and making me gasp. “Mmm. I kinda figured it out already. But thanks for confirming it anyway.”

My chuckle is cut off by another gasp as he sets out to make me orgasm again with slow, smooth movements of his hips that have him hitting me just right. Soon, he licks his thumb and settles it on my clit, drawing circles that match his pace. “Time for the extra point,” he murmurs.

CHAPTER FIFTY

Dylan

She gasps when I stop playing around and really focus on making her come again, her brown eyes going wide.

I love watching her like this, losing control and letting go all for me.

I loveher.

I keep up a steady litany of dirty talk. I’ve figured out that works for her, amplifying whatever else I’m doing and getting her there even faster. And in this case, I need her there soon, because my control is starting to slip, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold off my orgasm.

When she starts making that little gasping sound that I know means she’s close, I go harder, glad she’s right there, because my orgasm is barreling down on me, and I can’t hold it off anymore.

She lets out a long, loud cry as her pussy clamps on my cock, and that’s all it takes to set me off, heat and electricity zipping down my spine, tightening up my balls until I’m emptying myself inside her.

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