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I pull away and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I feel so naughty. Looking up into his eyes with his massive erect cock gently bouncing up and down in front of my face.
“I need to feel you inside me,” I say.
“Yeah, you do.”
He kneels down and rips my work trousers off. He tosses them across the room. They hit sometime and there’s a crash and the sound of glass breaking on the floor, but Dwayne doesn’t so much as turn his head.
He picks me up and turns me around so that I’m on all fours. He tears my panties from my body. Putting the thin, ripped material to his nose, he takes in a deep breath.
“You smell so fucking good,” he says
I push my ass further towards him. Begging for him to fill me up.
He takes the hint. Soon, I feel the tip of his cock against my opening. Rubbing up and down my slit. The first inch pushes into me. I let out a long deep groan. It feels better than I ever could have possibly imagined.
“You like that?” he says.
“Yes,” I tell him.
“How about this?”
He thrusts forward with his hips. My cunt clamps down around his cock. Strangling it.
My head falls forward. My face presses against the cool leather material of the sofa. The next few minutes are a blur of passion.
The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room.
Dwayne’s hands hold my hips as he buries his cock further into my pussy.
I’ve never felt anything like it. It’s like a religious experience.
I’ll never be the same again.
“Yes,” Dwayne roars, picking up the speed and kissing me. “Oh, yeah, Rhonda. I’m about to come.”
He reaches between my legs and starts rubbing my clit. It’s all I need to bring me to the edge.
My pussy explodes in a cloud of hot steaming love. Dwayne pumps his hot come into my channel one killer thrust at a time.
I try to pull away. My lady parts are so sensitive. But Dwayne keeps me locked on to him. Fucking me more and more until another orgasm reverberates through my soul.
“Oh, God.” I collapse onto the couch with Dwayne by my side.
He’s smiling like a man possessed. Kissing my breasts. Telling me how wonderful I am. How beautiful I am. How much he loves me.
“Wait,” I say, taking his face in both my hands and making him look me in the eye. “What did you just say?”
“I said I love you, Rhonda.” He presses his lips against my mouth. I close my eyes and succumb to the deep, warm feeling that’s growing in my heart.
“You can’t possibly mean it,” I mumble, “we hardly even know each other.”
“You’re saying you don’t feel it?” he says, placing my hand over his heart. “Right here?”
I chew on my lip for a second. He’s right. I do feel it. But do I have the guts to say it out loud? To open myself up for rejection.
“Yeah,” I say, “I feel it.”
The moment the words are out of my mouth, it’s like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I feel as light as a feather.
