She slid her hand down his body, snaking it into his pants. Without wasting time to unbuckle and remove them completely, she lowered them along with his boxers enough—to his knees—and clasped his glorious cock. Didn’t matter how many times she’d seen it… She loved that massive rod. She loved him.
She squeezed it, earning a deep moan from him.
“You’re torturing me.”
“Now you know what it’s like to be me.”
“I’ve known for a while,” he said, and put her hand over his heart. She spread her fingers over it, feeling his pulse race madly, and a rush of adrenaline went through her. She—her touch, her presence—had an effect on him. What if she affected him more than she imagined?
Yelping with excitement, she lowered herself to him, planting little pecks on his nose, cheeks, and forehead. She moved her hand, touching his cock again, positioning him close to her then impaling herself with his massive dick. Oh, how she loved having him throb against her pussy, occupying every inch of her sex, branding her even when he wasn’t trying. Filling her. Completing her.
“I love you, Marco.” The truth escaped her mouth as she began to ride him. Her hand flew to her lips, and she realized it was too late to take it back.